Free Web NovelChapter 290: Karen Is Jealous
Skyla stared back at her with equal amounts of disgust and rage.
Of course, she knew about Doran’s plans and the existence of this room.
"Women like you are a stigma on womankind. You bring a bad name to us all. Shame on you." Skyla didn’t hold back, giving her the piece of her mind.
"Too bad I can’t kill you or I would have enjoyed hearing your screams but Doran said nothing about hitting your face which I hate the most. Consider it a repayment of that slap in the bathroom." Her hand moved instantly, hitting and bruising Skyla’s other cheek. The cycle of being abused, which Skyla had believed to have ended viciously began just again.
Grabbing Skyla’s face in a way that her nails dug into her soft plump cheeks, her nostrils flared and eyes dropped venom, she barked.
"And listen here you freak princess, Doran is mine. I would go to any length to get you out of his way. You are not crawling back into his life."
Skyla jerked her face free, trembling from the rage that had gripped every muscle of her body, she retorted in a dismissively mocking tone.
"As if I was dying to get back with him. I divorced him, remember? He is all yours to keep, why don’t you help me escape so we can both get what we want?"
"Huh! You think I am stupid? So you can go and blabber about us to everyone and get us arrested. No, I have other plans for you, very subtle plans." Karen dramatically rolled her eyes and mercilessly laughed as if telling the joke of the century. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
The woman in the corner had curled herself further in as if she was afraid of Karen.
Skyla watched Karen with pity, she had zero self-respect for herself. It was so clear that Doran didn’t love her and was just using her for his own nefarious plans.
Karen was either too blind to see that or she was holding onto the hope that one day Doran would own her like a man should own a woman.
It wasn’t about fucking, it was about owning someone, to shower them with care and respect. Behind closed doors and in public.
As far as Skyla had deducted, Doran was incapable of love. It was just his male ego that had been bruised by her and now he sought revenge. All women were just pawns on his chessboard, and Karen wished to be his queen.
The question was. Did he even want a queen?
"You see that despicable piece of garbage in the corner." Karen pointed with her perfectly painted neon pink fingernail towards the cowering woman.
"She thought she owned him, look where that had landed her. No one can have him except me. He is mine." Karen raged out in that squeaky voice of hers with her oversized pink smeared lips bulging out.
Skyla wondered about the kind of women who still wanted him after everything had come to light. How screwed in the head one had to be, to wish a Doran upon oneself.
"You are as delusional as him, making a perfect couple," Skyla retorted. Karen fisted her soft hair and painfully twisted them. Skyla refused to cry out in pain, she wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing her in pain.
The door to the room opened again and in walked the devil himself with his perfect hair and attire. His icy eyes took in the altercation between the girls. Slamming the bags of food he was carrying on the table, Doran barked out.
"That’s enough, Karen. Step away from her."
Karen opened her mouth like a fish out of water but the murderous glare he sent her, had her closing it again without uttering a single word.
"Give her a sandwich and take what you like. I grabbed whatever I found," Doran authoritatively instructed and pointed towards the woman in the corner; who’s face had formed a small smile at the mention of food.
Karen quietly obeyed, grabbing a sandwich, she tossed it to the woman as if she was a stray bitch and not a human being.
Skyla watched in horror as she wildly tore the wrapping with her dirty hands and stuffed her mouth with the sandwich. She had been starved for God knows how long.
Doran had stepped closer to Skyla, holding a transparent box of food containing what seemed like a salad.
He removed the lid and pressed the plastic fork into a piece of apple, offering it to her with his hand. His expression almost held care.
She watched him in disbelief and revulsion. A few hours ago he was slapping her, calling her bitch and now he wished to feed her apples?
"I want to take care of you. I know I wasn’t an exemplary husband before, but I am going to try," his tone had mellowed down as if he was a completely different person from the raging cursing Doran he was a while ago.
"Untie my hands, I can eat on my own."
Skyla had no desire to eat, especially from his hand. But her baby needed food and she had to stay alive until Zyair would come to rescue her. She wholeheartedly believed he would find her. Her one-winged angel had never failed her, he wouldn’t this time around too. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
"No, you eat from my hands." He shoved the apple right to her lips, she could feel its wet texture.
Behind him, Karen was watching them with eyes dripping with jealousy as she bit into the burger Doran had brought her. Just to spite her, Skyla opened her mouth and accepted the piece of apple, all the while keeping eye contact with Karen.
He quietly fed her and she silently ate just for the sake of that baby in her belly. Karen kept passing her murderous glances. Walking over to Doran she placed her hand on his shoulder, they were fitted with fake fingernails painted in neon pink. Skyla wondered if there was anything that was not phoney about her.
Her actions slightly amused Skyla. There was a time when the girl with red hair was in her shoes. Karen used to openly flirt with Doran in front of her when they were married.
Jealousy was a dangerous emotion, it used to make her hyper at that time. But now, Karen’s actions just made the pregnant girl scoff at the craziness of it all.
After the salad, Doran forced her to drink whatever strange drink he had bought for her. She didn’t fully understand what his agenda was. Why was he taking care of her like that? She highly doubted it was because of her pregnancy.
The man was her ex-husband, and his secretary/lover was jealous because he was feeding his ex-pregnant wife. He had kidnapped her after having her caretaker and the woman she thought of as a motherly figure shot. The pain of that scene was forever going to be buried deep in her heart and she only hoped Madame Maven was alive.
And then there was a woman in the corner who watched them with fear dancing in her eyes and ate like a rabid dog.
Skyla had a theory of who the woman was and she was only hoping to not end up like her.
