Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 43 You’re Undeserving of Her Love!
Deirdre hardly had the chance to react. Brute force, seemingly out of nowhere, clamped itself around her wrist, crushing it so
hard that she wondered if it was about to grind her bones. Terror then drained the color of her face.
Brendan had found them!
The man fixed her with eyes like daggers. “Not bad, Deirdre! You’ve really perfected the art of being a wh*re. Last I checked, you
were lying on my bed. But now? Suddenly, here you are, eagerly spreading your legs wide and crying to be banged! Well, well.
The two of you would have gone to town if I had been just two seconds too late
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Sterling gave Brendan barely enough time to finish his sentence before throwing a furious punch right on his nose. “F*ck you,
Brighthall! God, the kind of sh*t you say -what the hell is wrong with you? How dare you humiliate Dee like this?!”
The force knocked Brendan’s face aside. A stream of blood trickled out of the corner of his lips, but instead of returning the blow,
he simply snickered. “So. Your previous lesson hasn’t been drilled into your skull yet, Fuller? Still think you can survive in Neve,
do you?”
Deirdre’s face paled. “No. No, don’t!” she cried out. Her
voice was audibly trembling. “You’ve got this all wrong, Brendan. I came here to tell him it was over! It was the only reason I
came-”
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“Shut up!” Brendan erupted. Fury blazed in his eyes, and Sterling would have been a corpse already if manslaughter was not
illegal. “I’m not f*cking blind or deaf, b*tch! I know you just wanna run away with him! Everything I’ve told you has fallen on deaf
ears, hasn’t it?!”
If he had been even a minute too late, these two would have eloped to god-knows-which foreign country
already. This b*tch... was a f*cking ingrate!

And ingrates did not deserve to be shown mercy!
“No! I didn’t plan to run away at all!” Deirdre screamed.
“No? No?! You’re standing here, talking to that son of a b *tch, and telling me ‘no’?! I didn’t mess you up hard enough last night,
did I? Didn’t destroy you enough since you threw yourself at another man’s crotch because you’re still sooo00000 horny! Christ.
Don’t the marks I left on you repulse him even in the slightest?!”
Brendan ripped her collar open, exposing the telltale red spots on her skin-colored canvas. He complimented the display with a
mocking smirk, looking at Sterling, “Look! Take it in! She was under me last night, in my bed! God, Sterling Fuller. You can’t be so
thirsty for p*ssy that you’d take my leftovers just to have a taste, right? Cheer
up, man! You can’t die by not f*cking a woman!” he jeered.
The hickeys on her neck were a damning indictment. Deirdre’s face turned ghastly pale as she slapped her hands around her
neck in a desperate attempt to cover it. “Stop! Let go, Brendan!”
She was having a breakdown. Why did he have to humiliate her like this in front of Sterling?! When would he stop treating her as
a sub-human?!
Sterling’s eyes turned beet -red from anger. “Stop this, you f*cking psycho! Can’t you see how much she hates this?! This is why
you don’t deserve her! You’ll never f* cking deserve her, you madman!”
He lurched, throwing a punch at Brendan while the latter returned the favor.
Brendan’s lips were chaffed. He tasted metal in his mouth, and yet pain had no place among his rage. “Okay! Sure! I don’t
deserve her love, unlike Mr. White Knight here!” He wiped the blood off and smirked. “News flash: I don’t give a flying f*ck. She
doesn’t love me? Big f*cking deal! All this sanctimonious talk about love doesn’t change the fact that you can’t have her at all. All
you can do, you pathetic c*ck, is watch her follow me around and obey my every order!” Obey him?
Deirdre wanted to puke. It felt as though someone had
swung a bat right at her chest. Her heart was mangled; torn up. Tears of anguish burst out of her eyes, and there was nothing
she could do to stop them.

He kept doing this to her. He kept dehumanizing her. In his mind, she was literally a b*tch fit to be kicked or stomped out of the
way whenever he pleased. He abused her the way one abused an animal, and yet the thought of her wagging her tail at anyone
other than him drove the man into a crazy fit. No possessive man alive could be sicker than Brendan Brighthall!
‘You’re cruel, Brendan...’
Pain had robbed Deirdre of her words. Sterling watched the agony strewn all over her features and was seized by equal amounts
of panic. He wanted to rush toward her and help her, but two bodyguards suddenly materialized from the shadows and stood in
his way.
Two more appeared. They stood by, awaiting Brendan’s orders.
The man glared at Deidre coldly. “Take her to the car and watch her like hawks! Do not give her a chance to escape!”