Trapped in a Ruthless Heart

What's her name?

“No, there’s no such thing. I saw them making out from a distance," she said while blushing.

“But it wasn’t intentional. I accidentally caught them doing a quickie in the garden, and when I was about to leave, he saw me.”

“Good thing he didn’t do any harm, because if he does, I will kill him,” Hank told her, and he looked so serious while saying those words.

His eyes almost turned into one line, and his chest was moving with his heavy sigh.

“Beware of that man; he is known to be a womanizer. Don't entertain him once he tries to approach you," she knew it was a warning from Hank.

She just nodded, even though in her heart, she wanted to meet the guy, despite their negative feelings about him.

Then, Hank left her for a while to go to the men's room.

She massaged her ankle because it hurt so much. She bent slightly, her face facing the ground. She saw red marks on both ankles; she groaned in pain.

She felt somebody occupy the other chair; she thought it was Hank.

He is really fast, huh! She smiled at the thought; she straightened her back, and wearing her charming smile, she faced him.

“You’re so fast, Hank- " Her face changed when she saw the man looking intently at her. And he wasn’t her best friend!

She gasped when she saw the familiar man from the garden sitting at their table, and he was more handsome up close.

His stare made her heart melt, his beautiful eyes catching her eyes whenever she tried to look at the other side.

“Can’t get your tongue, babe?” he said huskily, his bedroom voice making her knees tremble.

It was deep and very masculine; his voice suited the way he looked.

“I was looking at you, but a young man seemed to guard you," he was referring to Hank.

“What are you doing here?” she asked him bravely, but her voice was shaking. Why did he approach her now? She felt really nervous.

He crossed his arms on his chest, and once again, he was looking intently at her face, as if memorizing every detail of it.

His dark eyes went to her lips, down to her chest that showed a hint of her cleavage, as if wanting to smell her scent. She blushed when he chuckled.

“I just want to know the name of a woman who was snooping around earlier and found me in a very compromising situation," he said arrogantly.

"The woman who ran away when I caught her- I hope you enjoyed the scene of seeing a man screwing a woman behind." his words were so vulgar; he was saying those words directly without any inhibitions.

“You pervert! I don’t care what kind of position you f*** up that sl*t."

She is so pissed at this man, and no one will stop her from saying those words.

She felt like she was able to break the man's neck!

This arrogant beast pushes her to the limits. She was very patient, but this man was so rude.

She is Rhianna Sullivan! She may not have grown up in a very wealthy family like many of the guests at this party, but she will definitely not allow these people to insult her.

His face darkened after hearing those words from her, and now his eyes released a small fire. As if he didn’t like what he just heard, he moved closer to her, and his lips almost touched hers.

She was trembling, and fear started to build up in her chest, but her annoyance added to her feelings.

She felt his breath fanning against her face when he talked.

“Such a brave woman, but you’re no match compared to me," he hissed.

"And I’m sure no one will stop me if I carry you like a sack and bring you to my bed,” he told her, gritting his teeth while holding her chin and lifting it.

“I’m sure they won’t get notice if you disappear at this party."

He grabbed her arm, but not too tight. She wondered why his simple gestures brought tingling sensations to her being; it gave her a sudden heat that she couldn't name for now.

“Let go of me, or I’ll scream," she said.

There’s a warning in her voice.

She will really scream if this bast*rd keeps on harassing her.

Though she was a bit afraid of what he might do to her, she managed to fight his heavy stares. He released her arm, and she saw Hank coming.

"What is going on here, sweetheart?” he asked her, but his eyes darted to the man. His voice sounds dangerous too.

“Back off, young man," the arrogant man said in his more dangerous tone.

Hank might be tall, and his body is well-toned at the age of twenty-four, but this man is bigger both in height and body build.

His muscles are more toned and defined, based on how he flexed his neck.

She saw prominent veins on his hands; he looked stronger.

“I know who you are,” Hank said. “You are not just a shark when it comes to business, but your name as Wolfe also suits you," he said directly.

And with just a blink of an eye, the man punches Hank, who drags him to the next table.

Hank also threw punches, and he was able to hit him, but the other man was bigger and stronger.

People are running in different directions, while some are screaming.

Some guests intervened, and the two men stopped.

Hank’s nose was bleeding, while the other man also got bruises and concussions on his forehead.

Hank grabbed her arm, pulling her next to his body possessively; she was almost catching her breath while he was holding her.

“Don’t you dare touch her again," he warned him.

But the man shrugged his shoulders, saying, "Try me," and then winked at her.

"You said I am both shark and wolf," he said with contempt in his voice.

"Well then, I’ll show you how to be a shark and wolf combined."

His gaze went to her, and after a few seconds of staring at her, he left.

Her whole body was trembling; she was so afraid, especially when she saw the men exchanging hard punches.

It was her first time seeing Hank become violent.

The man was gone, and the guests were looking at them; judgment was in their eyes.

She just looked down to avoid their judging looks; she felt really embarrassed and really ashamed.

She even saw Hilary, but she was so shy to approach her after ruining their party.

She guided Hank while walking out of that event.

Oh yeah! This is life!

Nathan opens his medicine cabinet and gets the medicine for his bruises. That young man was strong, but he will make him pay for what he did.

And that beautiful woman, he didn’t think that she was brave and so forward. Nobody dares to talk to him like she did.

He admits that she really caught his attention. He was actually staring at her for almost half an hour.

She never dances, and she just sips her drinks occasionally. He didn’t notice that she drank any wine or any alcoholic drinks.

He was content watching her head move and her lips move. She even wrinkles her nose, which makes her cuter and more beautiful.

And when he saw her bend to massage her ankle, he noticed that she was not comfortable wearing high heels; that’s why she didn’t dance. He decided to approach and get her name.

But her reactions made him want to deepen their conversation, and because he was at a loss for words, he just mentioned the making out he did.

But it was a wrong move, because she was furious.

He let out a deep sigh; he might need a private investigator to find her.

He was on his bed, typing on his laptop, when he instantly remembered where and when he saw her. Yes! That’s her! he thought. He could not be mistaken; it's really her!

He smiled at the thought of her; he didn’t need a private investigator to find the woman. It’s fate that brought her to him