From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 379

“You little tramp! You think you can slap me? I swear, I’ll mess up that pretty face of yours. Is this the face you used to reel in Mason Bennett? Let’s see how you flirt with him after this!”

“You’re such a piece of work, you know that? Little homewrecker, don’t you dare lay a finger on me. You really think you can take whatever you want?”

“Why don’t you go ahead and call Mason Bennett over here? You think he actually cares about you? Go on, call him. I’ll smack you right in front of him and let’s see if he gives a damn about you.”

Carmen Gates spat venom with every slap, her hand stinging as she hit Hilary across the face, over and over.

When she finally stopped, Hilary’s cheeks were red and puffy, her hair a mess. Carmen’s own palm ached, but she looked at Hilary—now trembling and silent—and spit right in her face.

Hilary’s eyes were unfocused, her lips parted but no sound came out.

“Let her go,” Carmen snapped.

The two men holding Hilary let go, and she collapsed to the hardwood floor, gasping.

Carmen crouched down next to her, her expensive yoga outfit hugging every curve. No wonder Mason had been so easily tempted—Hilary looked every bit the girl who knew how to use what she had.

That thought only made Carmen angrier. She slapped Hilary again, hard.

Hilary just lay there, too weak to fight back, tears streaming from her eyes, glaring up at Carmen with pure, shaking hatred.

“Hate me?” Carmen grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. “You should’ve thought about this before you went after him. You think being the other woman is easy?”

She leaned in close, her voice icy. “Here’s the deal: get out of my sight. Far away. Next time, it won’t just be your face I mess up.”

“And that kid you had—don’t think for a second you’ll get to climb up the ladder because of him. As long as I’m around, you’re getting nothing.”

“This was just a warning. If you don’t disappear, you and your little bastard can rot for all I care…”

Each threat was crueler than the last.

Hilary was seething with rage, her chest heaving. She glared up at Carmen, lips trembling as she forced out three shaky words: “You… just… wait…”

Carmen snorted, yanking her hair one last time before letting go. “I’m waiting.”

Hilary whimpered, the pain sharp on her scalp, and finally dropped her gaze. She was scared now, and Carmen could see it.

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