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"She is!" I retorted back, daring him and Mark to do whatever they wanted to do.

"Don't you dare address her as awhore again. Sandra here is my girlfriend, your friend might be the one who deserves that title."

I drew back and stared at him with disbelief, I couldn't believe Grace would fall in love with a man like this. "You bastard! Your stupid girlfriend is the whore. You think you'd beat my friend up and I would just sit back and watch without doing anything?"

"No one beat her up." he erupted, "Besides, you weren't even there to see what she did to my girlfriend."

I eyed Sandra up and down. I stared at her impeccable dress and looked for a tear in it but there was none, her hair was straight like she just stepped out of a hair stylist shop. Neither were there any existing bruises on her face before the ones I gave her.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

"I don't see any bite mark, I don't see severe scratches on her face and she isn't even in a hospital bed so what exactly did my friend do to you to prompt you to do what you did to her? She's still laid in that hospital bed in need of sedatives to lul her to sleep and out of the misery you put her in!" I suddenly felt more infuriated, "Are you even still a man or a coward? Why would you do that to a woman you love. He instinctively grasped his hair in frustration and immediately winced. "For fuck's sake, Mark. Is there another language that your wife understands? Because how many times do I have to tell her that Grace and I never dated! We were just casual sex partners but Grace seemed to want more and then she kept on pestering me and even coming back whenever we decided to put an end to things."

I scoffed. I itched to connect my palm with his cheeks or break another bottle on his head and knock him unconscious.

"She pestered you? I know Grace more than you could ever do. Grace would never cling to you if your never gave her reason to. If you haven't led her on to believe that you were more than just casually having sex then she would never have stayed this long

"I didn't lead her on and even if I did," he shrugged indifferently, "I didn't mean to."

"You've just fucking ruined a woman, you know that? Your loser ass took advantage of the fact that she didn't belong to any prominent family. You didn't expect anyone to stand up to either of you and confront you, did you?" I smirked. "Let alone her best friend!"

He finally seemed to realize the guilt of what he had done as his eyes swept to his feet and the drops of dried blood on the floor and he hung his head down.

I turned to Sandra who was still fuming. It wasn't a surprise that she was friends with Bella. Birds of a feather. My eyes zeroed in on the necklace around her neck. "You thief!" I gritted out and snatched the necklace from her neck, "You beat up a woman and still have no shame in taking her belongings and wearing it as yours!"

"Give it back," she tried to reach for the necklace in my grasp.

I held it up and the emerald dangled before our faces, would give nothing back. This is

race's necklace!

"It's mine!" Sandra screamed shamelessly.

"You don't have enough to afford a piece of jewelry from Atelier studios so you want to steal it. That's your plan, isn't it?"

Joel finally looked up, "Look, we're not stealing anything. I'll transfer the money for the necklace to you. Consider it as me buying it from Grace, I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

I sneered, the fucking audacity of this guy. "Stop acting like you know Grace, you asshole! You don't know her!"

"I do!" He screamed back then suddenly recouled and winced in pain. When he spoke up again, his tone wasn't that hard, "You don't need to meddle in our affairs, just give back the necklace and follow your husband home."

I scoffed. Wow. I took a threatening step toward the both of them and they both cower back. So pathetic. "If you ever even entertain the thought of getting close to Grace," I seethed and my hand gestured towards his head, "this," I paused, holding his gaze as I let my words sink in, "is just the tip of the iceberg of what I'd do to you, I won't hesitate to make every accidental encounter between us a living hell if Grace is ever hurt because of you again," I declared and raised a threatening brow for emphasis. “So you had better consider this a warning and stay in your own lane."