Chapter 133
\nMarked By the Pureblood Alpha (Deanna and Luis) novel Chapter 133<\/p>\n
**The Heart I Buried for You by Serene Lockwood**<\/p>\n
**Chapter 133: Was It You?**<\/p>\n
**Deanna\u2019s POV:**<\/p>\n
I pressed my lips together tightly, a silent storm brewing within me, and chose to remain quiet. The weight of her words hung in the air, thick and suffocating.<\/p>\n
Sometimes, I found myself lost in the complexity of my relationship with Luis, a tangled web of emotions that I struggled to unravel.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t take it personally,\u201d she said, her tone dripping with condescension. \u201cLuis already has a proper fianc\u00e9e. Since he\u2019s never mentioned you, I assumed you were just another one of those women who adore him\u2014just another fleeting affair.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her words sliced through me, sharp and merciless, like a dagger aimed directly at my heart. I felt a rush of pain, but I fought to maintain my composure, refusing to let her see the turmoil churning inside.<\/p>\n
I straightened my back, determination coursing through my veins, and met her gaze with unwavering intensity.<\/p>\n
\u201cMiss, whatever relationship I have with him is none of your concern. You don\u2019t need to define it for me,\u201d I retorted, my voice steady despite the chaos within.<\/p>\n
With that declaration, I turned on my heel and strode out of the penthouse, refusing to glance back, even as the weight of her stare bore into my back.<\/p>\n
**Luis\u2019s POV:**<\/p>\n
The tinted windows of the Rolls-Royce cocooned me in a bubble of isolation, shutting out the cacophony of the outside world.<\/p>\n
I settled into the plush leather seat, flipping through a folder filled with reports, my mind racing with thoughts I couldn\u2019t quite grasp.<\/p>\n
Aaron, my ever-dedicated right-hand man, sat in the front, his voice a steady stream as he relayed every minute detail about Peggie\u2019s recent escapades.<\/p>\n
As the car came to a halt in front of a two-story villa, a sense of foreboding washed over me. The moment the driver swung the door open, a foul stench assaulted my senses, a nauseating reminder of the chaos that awaited inside.<\/p>\n
When Aaron unlocked the door, the sounds that spilled out were unmistakable\u2014moans of pleasure mingled with shouts of dominance, echoing through the air like a twisted symphony.<\/p>\n
\u201cAh! Arghhh! This is so good!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeggie, you\u2019re mine!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou belong to me. No one can take you from me!\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned, a deep scowl forming on my face as I shot Aaron a cold, piercing look. My Alpha presence enveloped the space, a palpable force that demanded respect.<\/p>\n
Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead, clearly unsettled.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlpha, I-I\u2019ll drag them out right now,\u201d he stammered, eager to please.<\/p>\n
She collapsed to the ground, her lips quivering.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Eaton? W-why are you here?\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned back lazily, spinning the lighter between my fingers, my tone dripping with cold indifference.<\/p>\n
\u201cMs. Pearson, that depends. What exactly have you done?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face drained of color, panic etched across her features as she struggled to maintain her composure. \u201cI-I don\u2019t understand what you\u2019re talking about.\u201d<\/p>\n
I glanced at my watch, impatience gnawing at me. \u201cYou\u2019ve got 15 seconds to tell the truth. Don\u2019t waste my time.\u201d<\/p>\n
Suddenly, Jorge stepped forward, puffing out his chest in a misguided show of bravado.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Eaton, we\u2019ve done nothing to offend you. I don\u2019t understand why you barged in here. This is abuse of power for no reason!\u201d<\/p>\n
I raised my gaze, my eyes sharp and unyielding. Whatever patience I had left evaporated in an instant. I cut straight to the heart of the matter, my voice icy and devoid of emotion. \u201cDeanna was kidnapped. Was it you?\u201d<\/p>\n
**Chapter 134: The Disgusting Pair**<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-2216","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/2216","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2216"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}