Karma Doesn’t Sleep: The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 88

She’d come here tonight for Nathan. Spent the whole evening playing coy, acting like she was hard to get, hoping to boost her own worth. But now… she was setting her sights somewhere else.

She didn’t know Ryan, but Nathan turned into a puppy dog around him. Anyone who could make Nathan behave like that had to be someone big.

When the room finally quieted down, she strutted over—diamond-studded heels clicking, hips swaying, every move meant to draw eyes. Without hesitation, she slid onto the couch right next to Ryan, who looked like he was just resting with his eyes closed.

Francisco walked in and nearly had a heart attack.

Was she crazy? Who dared get that close to Ryan when he was trying to sleep?

She leaned in, voice sugary sweet. “Mr. Packman, isn’t it boring just closing your eyes like that…?”

From across the room, she’d noticed his broad shoulders, narrow waist, those long legs. But up close, his face was next-level—so handsome it made her breath hitch and her heart race.

Ryan had only just closed his eyes when a cloud of perfume hit him, making his annoyance spike.

He opened his eyes, face blank. That sleepy darkness in his eyes was mesmerizing, almost dangerous. There was a depth there that made her legs go weak.

She softened under his gaze, inching closer without even thinking.

“How about… I keep you company tonight?” she whispered.

A guy this gorgeous—honestly, even if she got nothing out of it, just one night would be worth it.

“Keep me company?” Ryan’s lips lifted in a slow, teasing smile. His dark eyes slid down her pretty face to her slender neck.

Just that look made her body heat up.

But in the next second, his voice turned ice cold.

“Sorry. I don’t sleep with the living.”

Before she could react, his hand closed around her throat, pinning her hard against the couch. With his other hand, he reached over—calm as ever—and picked up a fruit knife from the table. The blade flashed cold under the lights as he pressed it closer… and then stabbed it down.

She screamed, terrified.

The tip of the knife stopped less than half a centimeter from her eye.

Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed, begging, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please, I was wrong… please let me go…”

Ryan let out a low, mocking laugh. “With nerves like that, you thought you could handle a night with me?”

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