The Sweetest Poison
342 Words
She could feel it.
The shift in the air. The way whispers seemed to follow her like shadows, too carefully placed to be accidents. Someone wanted her to doubt, to stumble. But instead of breaking, she smiled.
They thought she was naive. They thought she was the spoiled girl caught between father and son.
Fools.
She leaned against the balcony railing of the mansion that night, phone in hand, scrolling through the carefully timed texts that had “accidentally” reached her. Clara’s perfume lingering in the elevator. The son’s sudden appearances, acting as though he cared. All of it screamed trap.
She laughed softly. “So they think I’m their game?”
When the son came to her the next morning, his words dripping with fake sincerity, she played along.
“I just don’t want you to get hurt by my father,” he said, eyes dark with feigned concern. “You don’t know him like I do.”
She tilted her head, lips curving into the sweetest smile. “Oh, but I do,” she whispered. “Better than you think.”
His confidence cracked, just for a second.
And then—like the perfect actress—she leaned in, her voice silk and venom all at once. “You and your little pet cousin should be careful. I grew up in fire. Do you really think a pair of snakes can scare me?”
The son froze.
She stepped back, brushing past him with a sway of her hips, leaving him paralyzed in the hallway. The message was clear: she knew. And she wasn’t running.
Later, when she slipped into the father’s study, she straddled his desk, lips brushing his ear. “They’re trying to play with me,” she whispered. “But I think it’s time we show them who the real predators are.”
The father’s smile was slow, dangerous, and proud. “That’s my girl.”
Her eyes glittered with wicked delight. She wasn’t just his forbidden prize anymore. She was about to become their nightmare.
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