I'm not a good person
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“Shh… don’t say sorry,” I whispered as I placed my index finger on his lip. My hands rested on his shoulders, slow and deliberate, I was the one in control now.
“I’m not a good person either.”
His eyes sharpened at that.
“You broke your leg,” I added softly, my voice almost teasing. “Is that thing still usable?”
For a second, he was silent before he gave a slow nod.
That dangerous smile returned to my face, darker this time.
I lifted his chin with my index finger, forcing his gaze to stay on mine.
My index finger traced his chin, slow, like I was memorizing every inch of his face.
Beneath the rough strands of his hair, his eyes flickered, they were big, open, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.
I smiled.
I fell onto his lap, I felt him hold his breath, his body was tense as if he didn’t know what to do with the closeness.
My fingers moved along his jawline, tracing it softly, waiting to see if he’d meet my eyes.
He didn’t. He's shy. I said as I smiled to myself.
I leaned in, brushing my lips gently against his upper lip, testing his boundary.
He tensed, unsure of what to do, confusion flickered in his gaze, but then his hand slowly circled my waist.
I guided him onto the bed and I sat above him, my legs on either side, and for a moment, everything was still.
I leaned in, ready to close the space between us but he pulled back a little like he needed air. His eyes searched mine.
“Who are you?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper. “What do you want from me?”
I didn’t answer with words. I reached down, taking his hand, resting it lightly on my waist as I deepened the kiss.
Two hours later
I pulled on the bathrobe, the fabric felt cold against my skin, when the door crashed open.
Mrs. Winston rushed in, her face tight with anger. Behind her, her eldest son, Jace’s fiancée, and a few bodyguards followed close.
“It’s not that I don’t want to marry your son. But look at this. If word gets out that he did this with a random woman, he’s a cheater. He can’t be trusted in a marriage."
Jace’s fiancée swiped at her eyes, fake tears sliding down her cheeks. “I want to cancel the engagement,” she said, her voice cracking.
Everyone held their breath, everyone except me. "Even with his broken leg, he has good waist strength." I smirked, my words cold.
“You’re welcome. I tried him for you.”
She shot me a furious glare, but I didn’t flinch.
Jace’s fiancée turned, her face tight. “I can’t do this anymore,” she whispered, and she started to walk away.
Mrs. Winston stepped forward, her hand swung hard across Jace’s face with a sharp c***k.
“You’ve always embarrassed me,” she spat, raising her hand again. But I caught her wrist, stopping her mid-swing.
“I seduced him,” I said, my voice low but steady. “I slept with him. Now why are you hitting him?”
She yanked her arm back, her eyes wild. “You little slut. Did you think I’d let you get away?”
Jace’s voice cut in, sharp, “Don’t touch her, Mom. You can’t do this."
"I want to marry her!!"
Everyone froze. The room held its breath.
Before Mrs Winston spoke “Even if you're trash,” she said, her voice firm, “You're still a Winston. You can’t marry a woman of an unknown origin."
"If you do anything to her. I'll kill myself." Jace stared at his mother, his face shaking with tears.
Mrs. Winston laughed, a cold laugh Jace’s eyes filled with tears, and it was clear he meant every word.
“Are you threatening me?” Mrs. Winston asked, her voice steady.
Daphne’s POV
“I’m already useless.”
Jace didn’t look at anyone as he spoke. His fingers tightened around the bedsheet.
“I don’t want much.” A small pause. His voice dropped. “I just want to marry her.”
Mrs. Winston’s expression hardened.
“I don’t care about anything else,” he added, quieter now. “Send me to a nursing home. I’ll stay there… with her.” he added.
“No!”
Noah’s voice cut through the room as he stepped forward, adjusting his sleeve.
“Do you know what the media will say?” A dry laugh left him. “A Winston? In a nursing home?”
He shook his head slowly. “You’ve healed well enough. There’s no need for that.”
His gaze slid to Jace, then turned briefly to me. "Besides it’s a waste of money,” he added.
Mrs. Winston folded her arms. “You’re coming back to the family house. I’ll take care of you."
Jace’s jaw tightened. “No.”
It came out firmer this time.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Everyone was silent.
His hand curled into the sheet again.
“Not unless I marry her.”
Noah smiled a slow and calculating smile. “If you really want to marry her…” he said, dragging his words, “then you don’t have much of a choice.”
He stepped closer. “Mother and I will take good care of you.” His eyes shifted to me again, lingering longer this time. “And my future sister-in-law.”
The look in his eyes made my skin crawl.
Jace didn’t speak, he didn’t move and when seconds passed.
Jace finally agreed. “Fine.”
Mrs. Winston gave a short nod. “Get dressed.”
She turned. The others followed. The door closed behind them. The room become quiet. Extremely quiet.
I walked back and sat beside him. “I won’t marry you.”
He turned his head to look at me.
“Is it because I'm crippled?”
His hand moved slightly over his leg.
“Do you dislike me because I can’t walk?”
I looked away.
“Someone paid me,” I said. “To sleep with you.”
“I know.” He cut in.
“So,” he said, reaching for my hands, “what if I pay you?”
His fingers wrapped around mine before I could pull away.
“Ten million. Every month.”
My breath caught.
“Ten… million?” That's more than Marcus offered.
He nodded once. His grip tightened slightly on my hands
“Please.”
That word came out rough and shaky.
“I want to live.” His voice dropped. “Going back there…” He paused. His jaw clenched. “I can’t.”
His eyes lifted to mine.
“Please.” I looked at those big brown watery eyes and my heart melted for a second.
“I can do it, but I want one hundred million.” I states firmly, a part of me wondered where someone like him would get one hundred million and I started wondering if I was too harsh.
“Deal.” Jace said with no hesitation.
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