chapter3
666 Words
In the ninght.
The wedding had been called off.
Alice secretly made her way to the private villa where Enzo lived.
She didn’t notify him—just held onto a sliver of hope.
This man, the one who’d torn Justin’s facade apart at the wedding… maybe he could help.
Wearing a plain white shirt and jeans, she stood outside the door for ten minutes before finally ringing the bell.
The door opened to reveal Enzo in a silk grey robe, collar loose, expression lazy and amused.
As if he'd been expecting her.
“Alice, you’re early.”
“I want to talk,” she said quietly, eyes lowered.
“Come in.”
His tone was casual, but his eyes showed not even a flicker of surprise.
“I… I want to ask a favor,” Alice finally said.
He swirled his tea lazily, his tone charitable, “Let me guess—you want me to help you break off the engagement with GJustin?”
She nodded.
Enzo gave a low chuckle. “You think I’m your savior?”
She flinched, not knowing how to respond.
He smiled, slowly leaning forward.
‘Sorry, I can’t he;p you.” Enzo said.
Alice paused, then smiled faintly—her smile was sweet, but every word was deadly.
"Uncle," she said softly, "you wouldn't want the Biber family to know that on the night before the wedding, the bride-to-be slept not with the groom… but with her future uncle-in-law, would you?"
Enzo was stirring his tea lazily. His fingers froze, then he slowly looked up at her.
Those eyes, deep as a still lake, sparkled with amusement. He looked at Alice and suddenly chuckled, his voice low and lazy, as if he'd just heard something mildly entertaining.
"You think you've got something on me?"
"You think if you go public, they’ll blame me?" he leaned closer, his voice chilling.
"Alice, you're the bride to Justin. I'm a senior in the Biber family. Was it me who forced myself on you—or did you climb into my bed on your own?"
Alice was stunned.
He sneered and added another stab:
"Go ahead, tell them. The world will say you're shameless, that you destroyed your own engagement. Me? At most, I’ll be called a playboy. Tell me—whose reputation will really suffer?"
Alice bit her lip, silent.
Enzo stood up, towering over her. His gaze was sharp as a blade, but his voice remained unhurried.
"You were handpicked by the Biber family, all packaged up and ready to be married off in a business deal… Alice, you’re nothing but a product. And now that you’re damaged goods—what do you think they’ll do to you? And to the your family's position?"
AQlice raised her hand and slapped him. "You’re disgusting!"
Enzo raised an eyebrow. "Didn’t you already see how disgusting I could be last night?"
For the first time in her life, Alice had encountered a man so shameless. She didn’t even know how to respond. But she realized—Enzo was right about one thing. This uncle of his… really was worse than the devil.
"Speechless?"
Enzo arched a brow, smiling meaningfully. "Or are you savoring the memories?"
He leaned in, that same mocking smile on his face.
"Maybe I didn’t perform well enough last night. Want to try again tonight, so you can truly judge whether I’m as ‘average’ as you claim?"
Alice slapped him again—hard.
This time, Enzo didn’t even try to dodge. He let her hit him.
Alice frowned. That was the first slap she had ever delivered in her life.
Enzo, seeing the guilt in her expression, reached up and casually rubbed his cheek.
This girl—why did she look like the one about to cry? He was the one who got slapped, damn it.
"You don’t want to help me? Fine. I’ll figure it out myself."
She turned to leave.
But then, there was a knock at the door.
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