He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 969

"Yardley! Help me!"

Driven by sheer terror, Sylvia screamed into the phone before dropping it in her panic.

Trembling violently, she scrambled to her feet and spun around. Kane stood just a few feet away, a cigar clamped between his teeth, a gaudy gold watch flashing on his wrist, wearing a loud silk shirt. His eyes locked onto her, and her face drained of all color.

He stared at her, a sick, dangerous smirk creeping across his face.

"Yardley? You mean Yardley Flynn, right?"

Kane casually flicked the ash off his cigar and let out a dark chuckle. "I was wondering what was taking you so long. Turns out, you're still daydreaming about your precious savior."

With a wicked leer, Kane took a slow, predatory step toward her. Before she could react, he grabbed her chin, tilting her face up.

"You are way too naive, Sylvia."

"Yardley only sees you as a little sister. If he actually wanted to be with you, he wouldn't have married Veronica the second his divorce from that Scarlett woman was final."

"It's time to wake up from this little fantasy. In this world, you and I... we are the perfect match. We know all of each other's dirty little secrets."

"Heh... Besides, let's be real here. I'm the one who took your first time."

With a brutal yank, Kane pulled her completely against his chest.

The sickening stench of heavy cigar smoke mixed with his sweat hit her, and Sylvia's entire body shuddered with revulsion.

His sick reminder of that nightmare from when she was seventeen made her blood run cold.

She would never, ever forget that rainy night. Her parents hadn't been home.

Kane, the older cousin who was temporarily living with them, had suddenly climbed through her bedroom window.

He had ignored her desperate screaming, ignored her sobbing pleas. Knowing the house was empty, he had overpowered her and viciously stolen her innocence.

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