HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 2

Meadow’s POV

‘Juni’s the love of my life.’

Juni.

Is.

The.

Love.

Of.

My.

Life.

‘You thought I loved you?’

I couldn’t breathe. My mouth opened but no sound came out. My brain was unable to wrap itself around what I’d just heard.

My chest ached as Tyler forcefully let go of my jaw.

“Why?” My voice was so small, I sounded like a child. “Why would you do this to me?”

Juniper let out a little delighted laugh as she walked toward me, completely naked and unbothered. “Oh, sis, you still don’t get it?” She tilted her head, her eyes twinkling with malice. “You were just a piece on the board. Long time no see, by the way.”

My nostrils flared. “You were supposed to stay out of my life.”

“And I did. For the most part.” She clicked her tongue. “But then I realized that you don’t deserve to be happy. And that’s where my precious boyfriend came into play.”

She cupped Tyler’s cheek, smirking.

“That’s not true!” I gritted out, turning to Tyler, my tone pleading. “Please tell me it’s not true, Tyler. Tell me you haven’t been playing me.” I heaved a breath.

Tyler’s jaw was clenched, but then he smirked at me, a dark look in his eyes. “It’s true, Meadow. Why do you think I never wanted to fuck you? You don’t think it’s because you wanted to wait till marriage, do you?”

“You think Tyler just found you?” Juniper asked mockingly. “That he just happened to fall in love with your boring, virgin ass?”

Tyler stood by the bed now, his arms crossed, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “Juni told me everything about you even before I ever met you. Your habits, your insecurities, your taste in men. Fucking hell, I got so tired of pretending to be a good guy for you. Made it pretty easy though.”

I staggered backward. Everything ached. My head. My chest.

My heart.

“You…planned this? From the beginning?”

Juniper’s smile widened. “Of course, I did.”

“Why?” I choked out. “Why would you do this to me?”

Her voice turned venomous. “Because watching you break is the only thing that makes me feel whole.”

I fell to my knees this time, not holding onto anything as I sobbed uncontrollably. “I loved you… I loved him.”

Juniper crouched beside me, brushing my hair back with fake tenderness. It was so heartbreaking that someone who looked exactly like me could do this to me.

But Juniper had only ever been a bitch to me since the day we were born.

“I know,” she said softly, leaning close enough for me to smell the mix of sex and sweat on her skin. “That’s what makes this so deliciously satisfying.”

Then she pulled back and let out another sharp laugh. “Honestly? I’m kinda disappointed he didn’t fuck you. It would’ve been so much more satisfying knowing you gave him everything, and it still wasn’t enough.”

I stood up, moving towards Tyler. “Tyler? Tyler, please… please tell me that everything we had wasn’t fake. Tell Juniper that she doesn’t know what she’s saying.”

But even as I looked at Tyler with tears in my eyes, I knew he was a lost cause.

He cringed, turning to look at Juniper. “This is fucking weird. Having you two here. It’s like looking at the same person. Only…” he reached for her. “I’m in love with just one of you.”

The bartender smirked at me, his head jerking towards something behind me. “You have the country’s most inaccessible, most unapproachable bachelor staring at you right now.” His voice was louder now. “I’m just wondering what he sees in you.”

Despite the loudness of the music, I could still hear my own heartbeat pounding hard in my ears.

I held my breath, hesitating for a moment.

And then I turned, and I looked up to the direction the bartender had gestured to.

The first thing I noticed was the watch.

I couldn’t tell what brand it was from where I sat, but I knew it was made of black diamonds—if the strobe lights reflecting on them were any indication.

The watch was attached to a large hand, and with how sharp my vision was, I could see a tattoo that disappeared under the sleeves of a black suit.

And that was all I could see.

The rest of him was a shadow, leaning against the railing like he ruled the world. And even though I couldn't see his face, I could very well tell that his eyes were on me.

Not in passing.

In curiosity? No—this was more than curiosity.

I felt a magnetic pull to go to him. To confront him and ask him why he was looking at me. But I couldn’t move.

My pulse stuttered. I turned to the bartender again. “Who is that?” I breathed, the alcohol already making me feel woozy.

The bartender’s smile tightened. “That is Alaric Ashford.”

Something tightened at the pit of my stomach.

I knew that name.

The bartender cocked his head. “And it looks like he’s found his new target.”