Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Gigi:

”What the fuck did you make me do? You told me she wouldn’t kill herself. You said everything would be fine. You said Jenna had moved on, that she was ready to study, that her life was going back to normal.”

I stared at him as he started crying and throwing the blame at me like he’d had nothing to do with any of it.

As if he hadn’t enjoyed every second of it.

That was the moment I realized I’d been living with a fucking loser.

At this point, I silently watched his face as he went through a full-blown panic meltdown.

I kept staring at him because I really had nothing else to say. He was acting as though he were completely innocent.

So I let him deal with it for a while as I stood naked in front of him in his room.

At that moment, I realized how much I’d been missing Ragnar and the brothers.

They weren’t cheap like him.

I mean, after spending eighteen days completely without clothes while living with him, I was starting to feel dirty and nasty.

With a sigh, I left the room and searched through a drawer for a relaxant.

Then I returned with the pill and a glass of water.

He was sitting on the bed, his fingers tangled together while one leg tapped anxiously against the floor.

”Everything will be fine, Rocky,” I told him.

”But she’s dead.” Rocky looked up at me, then pointed toward the closet. ”And fucking put some clothes on. Do you have no shame?”

This time, his words didn’t give me the same pleasure I usually felt when he disrespected or humiliated me.

This time, they genuinely struck a nerve.

I stared at him, clenching my jaw, then nodded.

”I will. First, please relax. As for her dying, I think it’s a good thing. You saw what happened to my brother, right? All because Jenna survived.”

Once I put it that way, I watched some of the tension slowly leave his face, as though he were beginning to realize that maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t completely wrong.

But he was quick to shake his head and drag himself right back into his panic, as if he wanted to suffer.

”What if they get their hands on her phone?” he whispered.

Now that was something actually worth worrying about, but I decided not to let him know what I truly thought.

”They won’t. Don’t worry,” I lied. ”Diana definitely deleted everything. Remember the day she was leaving my house, when you first met her? I warned her to delete all the messages and everything else in the future, or her videos would be released. So don’t worry. You’re fine. She probably got rid of everything.”

I kept going before he could interrupt.

”That’s why she ended her life. She didn’t want to be humiliated. Do you really think she would’ve left all those messages behind? Besides, nobody knows what she told her family about why she did it. If she’d told them she was being blackmailed, they would’ve tried to get her help instead of letting things reach this point.”

I was talking completely out of my ass.

He’d already taken the relaxant, and soon he wouldn’t even know what I was saying.

All he needed right now was a convincing lie to keep him from falling apart.

So I told him whatever I thought might help, anything he could hear and feel reassured by.

And, briefly, it seemed to work.

”You should lie down and relax, okay?” I murmured, bending over to help him settle onto the bed.

The moment I pulled the covers over him, his gaze moved from me to his closet, as if silently asking me to cover myself.

That only made me angrier.

I was standing there trying to comfort him, yet every few minutes he had to remind me how uncomfortable my nakedness made him.

He really had the nerve.

Once he fell asleep, I grabbed both of his phones and left the room.

That was when panic began creeping into me, because I knew everything I’d just told him was a lie.

Diana would never have deleted anything.

If anything, she might have told someone before ending her life so Rocky gets punished too. .

That was probably why she’d ended her life.

If she’d told anyone about the blackmailer and he found out, he would’ve leaked her videos.

But now that she was gone, things were different.

If those videos were released after her death, suspicion could immediately fall on whoever had been blackmailing her.

As I thought about it, another fear entered my mind.

I looked down at Rocky’s two phones in my hands.

Sooner or later, they were going to fucking trace them.

Panic tightened inside me.

And if they came here, they would see me.

Eighteen days had been enough fun for me.

Now I had to go back to my life, the life I cherished, the life where I was a princess, where I enjoyed being Ragnar’s girlfriend.

Honestly, I had missed him a lot.

And somewhere along the way, I realized something.

I couldn’t live without him.

Maybe these days had happened for a reason. Maybe they were meant to make what Ragnar and I had even stronger.

But first, I had a problem to deal with.

Taking a few deep, heavy breaths, I forced myself to move.

The first thing I did was head to the bathroom. I put on my old clothes, the torn ones I’d had before. I still had the sweater too, but I left it behind.

I didn’t need it.

Standing in front of the mirror, I looked over the bruises covering my body, all of them the result of my fun with Rocky.

And then I realized I could use them for something else.

A movie suddenly came to mind, one where a woman runs away and later makes everyone believe she’d been abducted, even though she’d left willingly.

That gave me an idea.

I quickly wiped away the lipstick marks from the glass so there would be nothing suggesting that I’d willingly drinking with my ’abductor’.