The Playboy's Wicked Revenge

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dent with X, and I'm still confused

job hunting, overthinking, and gett

we're going to Xander's place for dinner. His parents are in

house. So, all I can do is pray that X won't be there. But who am I kid

k an outfit. I sighed, staring at my clothes. No matter wha

ding on skinny jeans and a swe

d to leave by 5:30. It was only 2 p.m.

I th

g to be late!" My cousin

rely cracking

, mo

ly ironing my clothes and throwing them on. I applied some eye

6:50, and the moment I stepped

jà

ce where I met him

rything about it screamed money-the driveway, th

terior was an illusion-inside, it was a whole different world. High ceilings,

finally here!" A ch

orties or early fifties, came r

think I'd miss it?" Aunt Princia r

eir enthusiasm, but before I could process anything fur

g an aura of authority. He looked just like Xander but olde

u got old!" Aunt Prin

t heart!" Louis responded, rolling hi

r. and Mrs. Black were incredibly warm and welcoming, making us feel co

d

of the house. The long, lavish table was adorned with expensive cutlery and

t to start eating

lient," Xander announced, hi

as if he knew his son was lying. "

ng smile, but when his gaze landed on

ere we g

s cursed. Of all the empty chairs at

. Bes

ning slightly toward me.

e at the way he said my n

pond, Mr. Black sp

into the delicious

ha

grabbed my hand and placed it

the h

alant, casually eating his food as if nothing had happen

u eating?" Mrs. Black aske

y." How do I tell her that her dear son

something, dear,

ile. "Ye...ye

and the way she glared at me? If loo

ng," I mumbled, prete

whispered, "Please, ple

moothly, not even

will kill me if she no

my mother, the

ander, please! I'll do whate

idened. "Ar

't have said that. But at thi

" I sta

d my hand and continued eatin

orrified. What the hell d