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That's exactly what that cruel bitch deserves. She probably has never been in a fight before, but she is about to experience one now. Despite the pain pulsing through my naked body, I feel a surge of adrenaline giving me newfound strength. I flip over and repeatedly punch her face with all my might. “What the fuck do you want from me?” I scream at the top of my lungs.
Her fist smashes into my jaw with a sickening crack, sending me careening backwards.
“You fucked what belongs to me. So I made sure you were had by a group of frat boys.”
Ugly laughter rumbles in her chest.
“I saw you sitting in the cafeteria trying to blend in. I wanted you to see my engagement ring, so I held out my hand so you could see how big the diamond is,” twisted laughter leaves her.
“I’m his fiancée. Not you. The little good girl thought she could steal my man. Like I'd ever let that happen. You all just want to get a piece of Nick's dick, don't you? Well, I warned him.” With each word, her voice grew more venomous and her body language more threatening.
She lunges at me, her stiletto heels sharp and deadly. In a split-second decision, I rip them off her feet and hurl them overboard one by one. Her ass hits the floor. Panic set in as I realize the yacht is moving, and we are alone in the middle of the ocean.
What she says about Nick sits in the back of my mind.
She jumps to her bare feet, in a fighting stance baring her teeth. Her manicured nails remind me of Wolverine claws.
As she reaches out to strike my face again with her claws, my lightning reflexes kick in and I move to the side and dodge her attack.
“He’s in love with me. Not you. You’re a miserable bitch who preys on innocent women,” I hiss through gritted teeth.
"I'll be sitting by his side on the Pitucco throne, not you," she spits back.
"You're right. I never wanted that stupid throne anyway. You can have your mafia life. Nick and I went our separate ways because I didn't want anything to do with your criminal world. So enjoy spending the rest of your life with a man who loves me," I shout back in anger.
Her eyes narrow in response, wild with rage. She charges toward me. We collide on the floor, fighting for dominance. My sole objective is to throw this bitch overboard - to rid myself of her once and for all.
But as much as I fight back, pain shoots through my body, causing me to tense up. She has the upper hand - she hadn't been raped or abused like I had, and she still had full mobility.
Desperate to get away from her, I drag my injured body across the floor.
With a menacing grin, Norah grabs a gold oblong bowl off the table and swings it toward my head. I roll just in time, narrowly avoiding the impact as it crashes against the floor.
Her next move sends shivers down my spine.
She stands tall, triumphant. "Screw this shit," she declares, pulling out a switchblade from her jeans pocket.
My eyes widen in terror as I frantically inch backwards towards the edge of the yacht, determined to throw myself into the freezing water below.
Norah's maniacal laughter explodes around me.
“You're just another one of his little playthings. But you should know, Nick has given me strict orders not to lay a finger on any woman he's fucking. That puts you at the top of my list of untouchables. Don't worry, he'll never find out about you. Poor Kinsley will die right here, and after all the chaos settles, I might even send him the video of you getting gang banged. He'll finally see that his precious little Kinsley was nothing but a whore,” Norah sneers with a sadistic glint in her eyes.
She leans in closer, the sharp edge of her knife tracing down my abdomen as I scream out in agony. Blood gushes from the wound and I feel myself growing weaker.
I'm dying.
As I try to apply pressure to the wound, my vision begins to fade and black spots cloud my view.
But suddenly, a woman's voice breaks through the haze, panicked and desperate. "Wake up! Don't you dare die on me!" she cries.
My eyes flutter open, but everything is blurry.
She wraps something warm around my body and barks orders for me to hold it against my wound.
“May Day, May Day.” Those are the last words I remember before everything goes black.
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