Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
"He's mine," I snarled, and she laughed at the top of her voice, mocking me.
It made me even angrier, and I lunged at her, claws out, hoping to scratch her face good.
But she was ready for me, dodging my attacks and returning her own. This wasn't a catty fight between two friends, it was a fucking duel, and only one of us would make it out alive, which suited me just fine. I'd already eliminated one of the two problems - taking out the other woman in one day would only mean I'd get to my prize sooner. And I couldn't fucking wait until Thorn realized it - that I belonged with him, that I was the one. Couldn't wait for the punishing kiss of his belt, to feel his lips on mine, his cock sinking into my holes and showing me how much he cared. The thought fueled me and I threw myself at Pia, throwing all of my strength into every punch and kick, determined to finish her off.
She was steady on her feet. Quick, too, and she kept dodging my attacks. Thankfully I was fast too, and I got out of her way before she could do any real damage. The thrill of it sent adrenaline coursing through my veins and I laughed out loud, knowing I would eventually get the better of her. She was at a disadvantage with no one around to help her, no guards or other girls to save her.
"I'll tell him you attacked me," I told her in a sing-song voice. "I'll tell him you set fire to the rose garden... You wanted to get rid of his precious Harlow... And you were so jealous of me you came at me, claws bared... And I took you out, I had no choice, I had to protect myself, didn't I?"
"You're fucking crazy," she bellowed at me, but I merely laughed in response. "He'll never believe you, you stupid bitch. He knows me better than anyone else..."
"Does he?" I asked in a patronizing voice, hitting her in the stomach, making her double over while I laughed. "And he still doesn't give a shit. He still didn't pick you. Poor little Pia..."
While she was doubled over, I approached her with measured steps, kicking her in the stomach over and over again while she cried on the ground.
"You're not getting out of this alive," I told her sweetly. "One down, one to go, and then I'll be the princess in the castle!"
She howled and picked herself up despite her injuries, catching me off guard. She hit my jaw so hard I tasted blood and I screamed before glaring at her, feeling the anger coursing through every vein inside my body.
"That was a mistake on your part," I told her coldly. "You're going to regret hurting me, you dumb cunt. Don't you know I need to be pretty for my groom?"
"You're delusional," she screamed, coming at me again. "Fucking crazy bitch! Don't think you'll get away with this!"
I grasped her throat between my fingers and started choking.
She kicked and clawed and screamed until her voice went, and then I laughed in her face.
"Not so great being so tiny now, is it?" I asked sweetly, picking her up and making her feet dangle while her eyes bulged. "Poor little rich girl. No longer Thorn's favorite, are you, Pia?"
"F-Fuck... you," she sputtered, and I let go of her, slapping her face so hard she fell on her ass.
It must've taken the rest of her efforts to pick herself up and come at me again. We fought like warriors, but I knew I'd be the champion in the end. She didn't fucking stand a chance, because she didn't have the same drive I did. The need to eliminate, take out, fucking kill her. All so Thorn would be mine in the end, all so I could be his new Rose, the only one that mattered.
I must have said it out loud because Pia called me a crazy bitch again. Somehow, the whore was gaining up on me and I felt my strength faltering which scared me. I needed to start fucking running.
I pushed past her and ran inside the house, away from the commotion because I knew the second someone saw us, they would come and help her. I needed to lure her deeper into the Mansion, perhaps into the kitchen where I'd never been - but my mind bristled at the possibilities of weapons in there. Knives, pans, all things I could use to hurt her permanently, and make her suffer before I finally took her life.
I ran quicker than ever, down the stairs, down the hallways, and into an enormous, beautiful kitchen equipped with everything I knew it would have.
She must've realized what I was planning the second we stumbled into the room, but I was faster, smarter. I grabbed a butcher's knife off the table and came at her, brandishing it before me, the steel glinting in the light.