Chapter Thirty-Four

Snow

I t's been three weeks since my meeting with my father. I already made a choice, and I choose Lyrical. I should have chosen her from the beginning; I should have been on her side since the car accident, but I was blinded by rage and needed to blame someone. I was so pissed at her because of a careless mistake. Lyrical and Bailey are both at fault for the car accident, they should have been careful and made wiser decisions.

He wants me to take away someone I love? I'm going to take his life. I'm sick of the abuse my father doles out on me. This is about power. If he thinks he has power over me, and he thinks I'm going to choose him over Lyrical, he's more stupid than I thought. Lyrical wants to know what's going on, but I can't tell her because I'm afraid it's going to start a war between her father and me, and I don't want a bloodbath to start from either family. So, I'll take care of it myself.

Keanu, Irvin, and Jameson are throwing a party at the mansion. Standing behind the table, I make Jell-O shots and Jameson hands them to different people. A woman stands on her tippy-toes, whispers in his ear, and he glances at her tits before telling her no. Jameson has a thing about innocent-looking women. He likes them quiet, and ones he knows he could easily break.

The music is too fucking loud for my liking, and I'm having sensory overload. I never liked crowded places, or people in general.

Lyrical is in my old bedroom, working on her papers for midterms, and I plan to join her as soon as I'm finished making the shots, then we're going to watch a movie, and afterward, I'm going to tie her up to the bed and fuck her as soon I can.

I didn't want to bring her here, but I'm worried my father is tracking my every move, sending people to follow us.

Savannah walks into the kitchen and I don't know why she showed up, but she probably heard we're having a party.

I thought she got the hint that I was done with her.

I guess the bitch has a hearing problem as well.

When our eyes connect, a smirk spreads across her face.

"My wedding planner will be contacting you soon and we need to figure out our wedding date," she says smugly.

Jameson looks at Savannah, then back at me, shaking his head. I haven't told them anything. I haven't told them about my relationship with Lyrical, and I haven't told them about my father's stupid-ass ultimatum.

When I place my hand around her throat, I squeeze tightly. I can't stand the sight of this bitch.

Jameson shakes his head before he leaves the kitchen.

"You know about my father's plan?"

She claws at my fingers, but I only squeeze tighter, making her face turn a shade of tomato red. Damn, I want to choke the shit out of her, then toss her lifeless corpse in a shallow grave.

"I overheard both of our fathers talking. I know he wants you to get rid of Lyrical and marry me instead. Yet, she's still alive. Does she know about his plans?" She pauses. "Would she be so heartbroken that her fiancé is supposed to kill her and marry the person she hates? I need to send her a message on IG informing her. I wouldn't want her to be left in the dark about her fate," she mocks.

I tighten my hand around her throat before slamming her against the fridge. Her nails dig into my skin harder, but I don't stop choking her.

"You go anywhere Lyrical, I'll gut you like a fish."

I let her go and she coughs, causing a few people to step into the kitchen due to the commotion, and I scream at them to get the fuck out.

"If I'm forced to marry you," I snap, "you wouldn't make it past the wedding night, because you would be dead by dawn."

Her face is pale as she gets up from the floor, tears falling down her cheeks. "We're meant to be together, Snow. Why can't you see that?"

She can't be this fucking desperate and delusional.

"See what? That your father is so desperate for money that he's willing to sell his daughter to a man who doesn't want her? That you are desperate for someone who doesn't like you?"

"You don't like me, yet you invited me over to this party? Are you playing a twisted game with me?"

Just as I figured, she has lost her goddamn mind.

"What? I never invited you here."

She pulls out her phone from her bra and shows a message on IG, where I'm asking her to come over.

What the fuck?

Someone clears their throat and I look up to find Lyrical staring at the two of us.

I hope she hadn't heard our conversation about my father's plan because if she did, she's going to be pissed off at me for keeping it from her.

"Lyrical, I swear I didn't in—"

Lyrical grabs the punch bowl and pours the contents all over Savannah, staining her white dress, then she points a finger in her face.

"I invited you, you fucking bitch!"

Savannah screams, trying to stand up, but she slips on the liquid, falling on the floor again.

"That's for lying about Snow and telling me he fucked you, you dumb bitch. Stay the hell away from my fiancé."

Lyrical yanks Savannah by the hair and slams her face into the wall as she's screaming at the top of her lungs, blood dripping down her nose. I've never seen her physically harm someone. Savannah tries to grab Lyrical's hair, but Lyrical moves out of the way and trips Savannah. Savannah falls over the table, knocking over the Jell-O shots I made. She pushes herself up, holding her arm.

"Dig up a grave because you're going to need one. I'm going to be Mrs. Williams soon bec—"

I yank Savannah by the hair, pulling as hard as I can, rushing her through the crowded living room just as Keanu opens the front door. I toss her out onto the grass.

"Stay the fuck away from us. Or next time, I'll slit your throat," I warn.

I slam the door shut and hurry back into the kitchen, but Lyrical isn't there, so I head upstairs to my old bedroom.

She's perched on the bed, her phone in her hand, so I clear my throat. Lyrical looks up, glaring at me.

"What are you hiding, Snow?" She crosses her arms across her chest. "What is going on?"

I need to figure out what I'm going to do about my father. She doesn't need to know, not right now. It will only make her worry more—and make the situation worse. If I tell her everything, she'd go to her father and it will start a war between our families, which means Keanu's, Irvin's, and Jameson's families would be forced to take sides. It can cause division between us all.

I'll protect Lyrical at all costs.

She's the woman I want to marry. As far as I'm concerned, our arranged marriage is still on, despite the ultimatum my father gave me.

My father hates losing control and power. This is a game to him.

He thinks I'm going to go through with it because he thinks I care about becoming the CEO of the Billionaire Club more than I do about Lyrical. He thinks he has me wrapped around his finger, like he used to do, but not anymore. I don't give two shits about him.

I love Lyrical. I love her more than the air I breathe. More than my own life.

I told her a while back that I used to worship the ground she walked on, and that hasn't stopped.

"Snow… please tell me what's going on. Why do I need the guards? Do you think someone else is trying to hurt me and does it have something to do with your father? I heard bits and pieces of your conversation with Savannah."

"No," I lie.

I hate fucking lying to her, and it's killing me, but it's for the best.

"Then what was Savannah talking about?"

I cup her face, stroking her cheeks as they turn a pale pink. "Do you trust me to protect you?"

"Yes."

"When this blows over, I will tell you everything."

"Why can't you tell me now?"

"Drop the conversation, Lyrical."

I kiss her lips, but she turns her head to the side, so I continue to kiss her neck as she sits there like a statue.

"Sex isn't going to change the fact that you're hiding something from me. I'm going to figure it out on my own."

"You will never find out."

"Savannah will tell me," she shoots back.

"Savannah is a fucking liar, remember? She tried to start shit between us to break us up." I pause. "I'll punish you in a way you wouldn't like. I'll fuck your ass without any lube, and I'll have you screaming for help."

I slide my hand up her dress and move her panties to the side, then I slip my finger in her pussy. At this point, I shouldn't expect her to not be turned on by my words. She loves when I hurt her, and I love that she allows me to do anything I want to her body.

"Is my Blue turned on by the way I punish her?"

Her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink as she nods.

"On your knees, Blue."

She drops to her knees, and I love that she falls so freely. Lyrical unzips my pants, removes my dick, and sucks me off as if she was made to worship my dick.