Page 82 of Malicious Claim

"Makros," she whispered, her voice nostalgic. "Did you really think I'd be gone forever?"

Before I could react, she closed the space between us, pressing a kiss to my lips, firmly claiming me and totally ignoring the crowd.

Leila stiffened beside me.

Caterina took a step back, smiling. "I don't care if you have a wife," she breathed, her voice low and meant to be overheard. "You, of all men, shouldn't be tied to one woman."

I barely had time to react before Leila moved.

But she didn't lash out at Caterina.

She turned to me instead, her eyes dark with something menacing.

"You're really a whore of a man," she spat, her tone laced with just enough venom to bite.

Suddenly, She grabbed a bottle of champagne, and dumped it on my head. The room fell into stunned silence. I stood there, dripping, the shock fraying my nerves.

Leila met my gaze, unflinching.

Well played, gynaíka mou. Playing the jealous wife just so you could shame me.

The game had changed. Once more. And this time, I did not know who was in the lead.

Chapter Thirty Five

Loaded Choices

LEILA'S POV

The club was too loud, too suffocating, but all I could hear was the silence after I drenched Makros with the champagne bottle.

Caterina leapt back, her smirk faltering. The entire room had turned to us, eyes flicking between him and me, waiting to see what he would do.

Makros stood stock-still, dripping champagne, his expression blank. Then—he laughed.

A low, chuckling laugh, as if I'd just done something funny instead of launching my fury at his face. He stroked his wet hair back, eyes glinting with something nasty.

"Well," he breathed, his voice steel and silk. "That was interesting."

My heart pounded. My hands ache from clenching the bottle too hard.

"Don't you dare feign amusement," I snarled.

He smiled. "Or what? You'll break the bottle over my head this time?"

I wanted to. God, I wanted to. But I turned on my heel, ready to storm out of there. But I only got two steps before his fingers wrapped around my wrist, holding me back.

"We're leaving together love," he said, his voice hard and low.

I struggled against his grip, but it was of no use. Makros did not drag me.

He had no reason to do so. As his hand seared into my skin, I knew that I would comply.

"Catherina nice to see you again," he stated as he took us away but I suppose she was too stunned to respond.

Eyes burned into my back as we left the club. The heat of the room clung to me even when we stepped outside into the cool night air.

When we got to the main house, the storm raging in me had only gotten worse.

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