The Alpha's Villainess Wife-Chapter 27: Jealousy?

"I’m supposed to believe that?" Herla questioned. "Why won’t you leave him alone? Why are you getting involved with him—"

Eve stepped closer until she could stare her straight in the eyes, her expression blank and chilly with pure disdain and hatred.

"Herla, getting involved with Patro is the biggest mistake you’ve ever made. And you know why?" Her lips slowly curled into a toothy grin. "I’ll destroy the entirety of the Zolotovs, especially Patro. He is at the top of the list."

She continued, "I will watch him fall to his knees with no way to get back up. I will make him crawl, beg, and cry. I will cause him pain much worse than everything he has ever done to me and I will humiliate him, so much that he will never be able to step into a crowd with his head held high as if the world is beneath his feet. And you..."

Eyes narrowed as a look of malice painted her features. "I will drag you down with him, so the both of you can rot."

Eve shoved her aside, storming off to leave, but Herla spoke, "All because of your jealousy."

She turned to find her smiling.

"You are angry because he chose me over you. You are angry because he loves me, because he never loved you even if you were his mate. You hate that for once, I was chosen over you. You must not be familiar with that feeling and that is why you are so angry, but who cares? Patro will always love me and only me. Your jealousy will get you nowhere."

Eve cackled to herself, seeming amused. She kept her bag aside on one of the tables and stalked right back to her.

Herla raised a brow, parting her lips, but before she could even speak. Crack! A hot slap plowed on her face, enough to make her stagger.

She snapped her gaze back to Eve with a shocked expression and before she could even register a thing, another slap landed on her face, so excruciatingly painful, she grunted.

"How dare you touch—"

Eve hit her again. "Who the hell do you think you are? Jealousy? The last thing I would ever do is be jealous of an insecure woman like you. A woman that would cling to an abusive man."

"Patro is merely using you. I mean if he isn’t, do you truly think he would choose you over any other wealthy omega that will benefit him? When he’s done with you, Herla, he’s going to dump you and I won’t be there to save you. Mark my words!"

She turned and stormed out of the shop under the heavy scrutiny of the other customers, some of which even had their phones out as if recording and taking photos.

Herla shook violently where she stood, face boiling as hot as a kettle. She watched Eve get into a taxi through the glass window and angrily grabbed one of the glass cups on the table, smashing it to the floor.

Her shoulders rose and fell in heavy breathing, hands clenched into fists.

"I’ll make you regret this, Eve! I swear!"

She glanced at the customers who were watching her and screamed at them, "What are you looking at?!!" She stormed her way out of the shop, her entire being fuming.

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Elowen stared at the office phone that kept ringing over and over again. The Zolotovs had been calling their firm for days now nonstop despite them being unwilling to pick up even once.

She didn’t own the firm, but she was in charge. The woman behind the firm had specifically left the firm in her care and she was going to do anything but put the firm in jeopardy.

Breaking the trust she had with Malakai Basti was not a wise choice. He’d already bought her loyalty and she was going to give him that.

The Zolotovs had to understand that first come, first served.

Snapping her out of her thoughts was the sudden ringing of her personal phone left on the desk. She picked it up and answered.

[Hi, mommy]

"Lumi, why are you calling?" She was confused. That was her twelve-year-old daughter on the phone. The girl was still too young to manifest, so no one knew if she was an omega or a beta, as manifestation was only possible at age sixteen, nothing less, nothing above.

[Daddy isn’t home yet. Are you coming home? I’m all alone here]

Elowen glanced at the wall clock. It was eight in the evening, so she smiled, responding, "Yes, I’m coming home, so stay put right where you are, alright? I’ll call your father."

She hung up the call, rose to her feet, and packed up her stuff, ready to leave. Her gaze crossed over to the work phone that was no longer ringing and with a deep breath exiting her nose, she left the office, shutting and locking the door.

Elowen left the building and approached the car where her driver was already waiting by the side for her. She got in and the driver started the car engine, before taking a reverse and driving off into the road.

Twenty minutes into the drive, she furrowed her brows and closed the bottle of water she had taken.

"Where are we going?" she asked. "This isn’t the way to my home, Therion." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

The ginger-haired driver didn’t respond.

"Therion!"

He looked at her through the rearview mirror.

"Just stay quiet and cooperate, ma’am. And no one will get hurt. Don’t fight this. I don’t want to have to hurt you, I’m just doing what I was paid to do."

The water she’d drank must have been spiked—she’d only just noticed because her vision had started to grow blurry.

"The...Therion, what are you...doing?" she asked sluggishly and picked up her phone from inside her pocket. Her eyes flickered, but she still couldn’t make out a thing on her screen.

Slumping back on the seat, her heavy eyes drooped shut and she eventually drifted out of consciousness, the last thing she thought of being her daughter.