Oops I Accidentally Ended Her Fake Perfect Life novel Chapter 32

**Across the Fallen Golden Kingdom Distant Fires by Damon S. Creed**
**Chapter 3**

My disdain for Charles ran deeper than mere dislike; I was determined to report his pathetic behavior to Harold Whitmore. The thought of Harold’s stern reprimand for Charles filled me with a sense of impending justice.

With a swift pivot, I dismissed the revolting couple from my mind, unwilling to waste another moment on their antics.

But Bianca Sterling had other ideas.

In a brazen move, she lunged for the bag I had just purchased, her fingers wrapping around it with a sense of entitlement.

“You want to leave, bitch? Leave the bag behind,” she spat, her voice dripping with venom.

Was she really trying to rob me?

I seized her wrist with a fierce grip, the force of my action surprising even myself.

She yelped, a sharp cry that echoed in the tense air, and the bag slipped from her grasp, landing securely back in my possession.

“I’ve never lost anything I’ve set my eyes on. And I’m certainly not starting now,” I declared, my voice steady despite the chaos swirling around us.

Bianca’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she turned to Charles, her voice quivering. “Mr. Whitmore, she’s bullying me! You can’t just stand there!”

In a moment fueled by a mix of anger and defiance, I struck her across the face.

“Say that word one more time, and I’ll rip that filthy mouth right off your face,” I warned, my tone low and dangerous.

Some people only learn through the harsh lessons of pain.

Bianca froze, shock evident on her features, before she stumbled back to Charles, her sobs echoing like a wounded animal.

Charles enveloped her in a protective embrace, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at me.

“You laid a hand on my woman? You’re finished,” he growled, his voice a low rumble filled with menace.

He barked orders to the bodyguards flanking him. “Grab her. Teach that lunatic a lesson!”

Though I was more than capable of defending myself, the odds were stacked against me. In a flash, Charles’s private security had me restrained, their grips unyielding.

Bianca strutted forward, emboldened by her newfound power, and delivered two sharp slaps across my face.

The pain exploded across my cheek, blood spilling from a split in my lip.

She flexed her wrist triumphantly. “You slapped me? I’ll make sure you feel it a hundred times over.”

Whispers of sympathy rippled through the crowd, their murmurs laced with concern.

“She’s going to ruin that girl’s face…”

“Such a shame; she was gorgeous.”

“She had it coming. Everyone warned her not to mess with Bianca Sterling.”

I wasn’t naïve.

Bianca was clearly unhinged, and I had no intention of letting her mar my face just to prove a point.

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