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However, Irene was not backing down. She thrashed wildly, screaming “I’m going to tear that pretty little face of yours apart! You and Kingsley are nothing but a pair of filthy cheaters! You should both just die!
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Francesca’s patience snapped. Without hesitation, she slapped Irene across the face, sending her stumbling backward.
Leroy roared, “Mom!” and rushed to help her, but Irene shoved him away.
Instead of getting up, she threw herself onto the ground, wailing at the top of her lungs. She flailed her arms and kicked her legs like a crazed lunatic. “Somebody help!
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.n their customers! I’m an old woman, and they hit me!
“Where’s the justice?! Where’s the law?! Someone, please, stand up for me!”
Passersby started to slow down, casting curious and judgmental looks. A few even began whispering among themselves.
Francesca’s face darkened in fury. “Are you seriously playing the victim right now? You started this! You attacked me first!”
Irene shot her a venomous glare before shifting her gaze to Kingsley. “You did this, Kingsley! You forced my hand If you refuse to come back and serve the Snees family, then fine. But I will ruin you. I’ll make sure your little Moonlit Apothecary is shut down for good!”
She flailed harder, raising her voice to an ear-piercing screech. “Everyone, listen! This scumbag abandoned my daughter for another woman! He’s a heartless traitor who deserves to be torn to pieces!”
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Francesca had enough. She turned to Hannah and snapped “Hannah, are you seriously going to stand there and let your mother humiliate herself like this?”
Hannah’s face burned with shame. She was beyond embarrassed, but Kingsley’s attitude toward her was something she could not accept.
So instead, she steeled her voice. “Kingsley, there’s no denying that my mother was hit. You probably don’t want this to escalate, so here’s the deal-come back with me to the Snees mansion, and I won’t pursue this any further.”
Kingsley let out a short laugh. “Go ahead. Let her make a scene all she wants. In fact, I have a pretty good relationship with Donald over at Jayrodale’s law enforcement division. I’m sure he’d love to look into a case where a crazy old woman is harassing my business.”
The second Kingsley reached for his phone, Irene instantly panicked. She scrambled to her feet so fast it was almost comical-no trace of the poor, battered old lady was left.
She shrieked, “Kingsley, you bastard! You’re a heartless, ungrateful wretch! You bully me, you bully my daughter-I swear, karma’s coming for you!”
Her voice was venomous, her fingers shaking as she pointed at him.
Suddenly, Leroy’s expression twisted with rage, and before anyone could react, he lunged forward and kicked at Francesca. “You little bitch! How dare you lay hands on my mother? I’ll kick you to death!”
Francesca gasped, completely caught off guard. She had not expected Leroy to attack, and there was no time to dodge. If that kick landed on her stomach, she would be seriously hurt-maybe even cough up blood.
Yet, before Leroy’s leg even reached her, Kingsley’s icy voice rang out. “You’re digging your own grave!”
At the last second, Kingsley lashed out with his own kick, and Leroy’s chest took the full force of the blow. He was sent flying backward, crashing nearly 15 feet away. He hit the pavement hard, his body curling up in pain as he groaned.
Kingsley did not spare the Snees family a single glance. He simply grabbed Francesca’s hand, led her to the car, and drove off.
Behind them, Irene fell apart, wailing like a madwoman. “Kingsley, you bastard! You come back here! You hear me? Get back here right now!”
Hannah ran over and crouched beside Leroy, her voice urgent. “Leroy! Are you okay?”
Leroy’s face was covered in dirt, his hand clutching his chest. He gritted his teeth and snarled, “Hannah, you have to do something about him, This isn’t the first time Kingsley’s beaten me! If he refuses to respect us, then fine! We don’t need him anymore! Just find a way to get rid of him already!”
Hannah did not respond immediately. Her lips pressed together as her eyes darkened with something cold and ugly.
Jealousy and resentment boiled in her chest, twisting into something dangerous.
“Fine,” she muttered under her breath. “If this is how Kingsley wants to play, then won’t hold back anymore? You want to humiliate me? To push me aside like I’m nothing? Let’s see how long that lasts. One day. Kingsley, you’ll be on your knees, begging for my forgiveness.” 2
Jealousy was a terrifying thing-stronger than logic, more consuming than fire. And in Hannah, it festered, growing more twisted with every passing second.
Kingsley’s success was a slap in her face, a painful reminder of Snees Corporation’s decline and her own failures. Instead of blaming herself, she funneled all that hatred straight at him.
Meanwhile, Aspen had been watching from the sidelines the entire time, completely indifferent to the chaos unfolding around her. She had zero sympathy for Hannah Leroy, or Irene.
In fact, seeing Hannah slowly unravel brought her genuine satisfaction. Her own life was a disaster-so why not let her dear cousin share the experience?
After all, what were fake friendships for, if not for dragging each other down?
With Francesca in the passenger seat, Kingsley drove swiftly through the city. Before long, they arrived at Moonlit Sanctuary.
Just as they reached the gated community, a loud rumble echoed across the sky, followed by heavy rain. The sudden downpour was intense, with flashes of lightning cutting through the darkness.
Francesca hugged herself, her voice soft with unease. “Kingsley, it’s storming… I don’t like being alone when there’s thunder. Can you stay with me for a while?”
Kingsley pulled the car to a stop along a quiet street. Towering trees lined both sides, their silhouettes barely visible in the dim light, while the car’s warm interior glowed softly.
“Alright, I’ll stay until the rain stops.”
Francesca’s face lit up with joy. “Kingsley, you know… ever since I was little, thunderstorms have always scared me. But right now, with you here, I don’t feel afraid at all. Actually, I feel… safe.”
Kingsley glanced out the window. Raindrops pounded against the glass, the steady drumming filling the silence between them.
“This storm isn’t letting up anytime soon. Looks like we’ll be here for a while, Fran.”
Francesca shook her head. “I don’t mind. But… do you need to get back and rest?”
Kingsley chuckled. “I’m fine. I’ll wait it out with you.”
A comfortable silence settled inside the car, the only sound coming from the steady patter of rain outside.
Francesca rested her chin in her hands and murmured, “Kingsley, can you turn down the air-conditioned a little? It’s getting kind of cold.”
Kingsley adjusted the settings without a word, his gaze fixed on the rain outside. Meanwhile, Francesca stole a glance at him, studying his sharp profile.
She thought he was actually handsome.
Suddenly, Kingsley turned his head.
Francesca had been staring too intently, and before she could look away, their eyes met. Flustered, she scrambled for an excuse. “Ah-uh, is the rain letting up? If it is, I should probably head home!”
Kingsley smirked. “Nope, it’s actually getting heavier. At this rate, you might not be sleeping alone tonight.”
Her cheeks turned scarlet. She stammered, “I-It’s fine… I’ll just wait a little longer, then.”
Kingsley raised a brow. “Fran, why is your face so red? Are you running a fever?”
He reached out, pressing the back of his hand against her forehead. Her skin was burning hot.
Francesca pulled away shyly, mumbling, “I don’t think I have a fever… I just feel warm.”
Kingsley frowned. “Then why did you ask me to turn down the air-conditioned?”
Francesca groaned in frustration.
“My body feels cold, but my chestet and t feel like they’re on fire. I don’t know why!”
Kingsley studied her quietly.
Francesca hesitated, then slowly met his gaze. Her eyes shimmered, filled with an alluring softness.
Kingsley leaned in, closing the distance between them.
Francesca’s fingers tightened around the hem of her dress, heret heart pounding wildly. She wondered if Kingsley was about to kiss her.
The space between them grew smaller and smaller. Her mind raced, torn between resisting and letting it happen.
However, before she could make a decision, her body answered for her.
Her lips parted slightly, and she instinctively closed her eyes, waiting for his touch. Seconds passed.
And then… nothing.
Confused, Francesca peeked one eye open-only to see Kingsley casually unbuckling her seatbelt.
With a click, he freed the strap and leaned back.
“If you’re feeling too hot, don’t keep the seatbelt on. You’ll be more comfortable if you just relax,”. Kingsley said casually and leaned back into his seat.
Francesca sat there, completely stunned. It felt like all the air had been sucked from her lungs. She thought, ‘Did… did this guy just do what I think he did?’
She had practically offered him her lips, yet he did not kiss her. All he did was unbuckle her damn seatbelt.
Francesca silently cursed Kingsley for being an idiot. The perfect moment was right there, and he ruined it.
Her face burned with embarrassment as frustration bubbled up inside her. Then, she let out a huff, sulking like a child.
Kingsley raised a brow. “What’s wrong, Fran? Are you feeling sick again?”
Francesca let out a sharp laugh. “Nope. Don’t worry about it!”
Kingsley smirked. “Say that again.”
“I said-don’t worry about it! Don’t. Worry. About. It. What are you gonna do about it, huh?” Her voice rose in irritation, her temper flaring as she glared at him.
Without warning, Kingsley’s large hand pinched her soft, delicate cheek. He grinned and teased, “Say it one more time.”
Francesca’s eyes widened in shock. Flustered, she squirmed. “Kingsley, you jerk! Let go! It hurts!”
Yet, Kingsley did not let go. Instead, he leaned in-pressing his lips against hers in a deep, heated kiss.
Francesca’s eyes flew open in shock. Her mind went completely blank. Soon, a fiery, overwhelming heat surged through her, taking over her senses like an unstoppable wave.
“Kingsley… softer,” she whispered breathlessly, her voice barely louder than a kitten’s purring.
Without thinking, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself closer. She could feel the firm muscles beneath his shirt, the defined ridges of his chest. The heat radiating from his body made her pulse race, her whole body tingling.
Her lips were completely captured by his. Her eyes fluttered open for brief moments before closing again, lost in the sensation. It was as if she had no control over herself-every part of her was sinking into him.
Kingsley let out a low, husky breath near her ear.
Francesca’s heart pounded wildly. A rush of anticipation swirled in her chest, making her dizzy.
Her mind raced as she thought, ‘Oh no… this is happening. It’s really happening!’
Suddenly, she gasped as her whole body was lifted off the seat. Before she could process it, Kingsley had pulled her into his arms, placing her directly onto his lap.
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