Chapter 140/Unfair accusation

Chapter 140: 140/Unfair accusation

Chapter 140

Stephanie’s point of view

He was looking down at me at that moment as if I were merely a cheap, amateur whore attempting to lure him into her net with the most cliché, vulgar tricks. I felt the blood boiling in my veins under his unending insults that stabbed directly at my honor. I spoke in a voice that vibrated violently with suppressed rage: "Whatever is spinning inside your sick mind is entirely false! I did not do any of this deliberately!"

He responded with a dry, frozen coldness as he monitored my tense features. "Miss Miller, I do not tolerate waiting. The pin."

I spoke in a wave of crushing despair and helplessness, violently tugging the fabric of my shirt downward in a desperate bid to cover what I could: "My trousers are completely ripped from behind! Do you not comprehend the sheer magnitude of the horrific disaster I am currently in?! I cannot stand up or walk like this in front of you!"

He tilted his head with a vile disdain, the likes of which I had never witnessed, and delivered in a malicious hiss: "Are you actually capable of feeling shame?"

My breath hitched in total shock. What the hell was this cursed man thinking? Had he completely lost his mind, or was he actively drawing pleasure from my humiliation and seeing me broken beneath his feet? He continued with an indifferent hiss, staring down at me: "I have already seen your backside due to that massive opening, so there is absolutely no need for this manufactured, delayed modesty now."

I fired back in a volatile, sweeping rage: "I am not manufacturing modesty in any way, shape, or form!"

He let out a narrow, bored exhale from his chest, stating in a decisive tone: "Am I going to wait for the matter of this pin for eternity, Miss Miller?"

I screamed in muffled fury: "I am never standing up from this spot!"

He sighed in boredom, his hawk-like gaze sharpening with a dry cruelty. "Are you not departing for your home then? Do you intend to sleep and spend the night in my residence?" He narrowed his eyes with a mocking, suspicious glint, adding: "Is this a new method and a flimsy loophole to find an excuse to sleep under my roof, Miss Miller?"

I had officially hit my absolute breaking point. My desire to stand up and smash his arrogant face with my fist perfectly rivaled my overwhelming urge to completely vanish and die into another world. I spoke in a raised voice, overflowing with pure contempt and hatred: "Get out of here this instant! Get out and close the door! I want to be left alone to find a solution to my cursed disaster!"

He looked down at me with a solid coldness that didn’t waver for a millisecond under my screaming. "I am the owner of this house, and I take orders from no one especially not from my assistant."

I pleaded in a broken, weak tone despite my burning rage, fully realizing the utter helplessness of my position: "I beg of you... please, Mr. Vincenti, just get out for a few minutes!"

He stared down at me for several long seconds in a mysterious silence, delivering a final, calculating look at my features before stating with total indifference: "Five minutes only. No more."

He turned on his heel with wide strides, heading toward the massive wooden door and exiting, slamming it shut behind him with a slight force that made my heart shudder in terror from the echoing boom within the enclosed room.

The exact second the door clicked shut, I bolted upright with a frantic, panting speed. I reached my hand behind my back to grip the edges of the ripped trousers in absolute panic, running with stumbling steps toward the large mirror stretching across the wall. The moment my eyes landed on the reflection of my completely bare backside and a portion of my thigh due to that glaring, exposing tear, I froze dead in my tracks.

A paralyzing shock stole the breath from my lungs, and I whispered in bitter, weeping despair: "Damn it... damn this cursed luck! What the hell am I supposed to do now? How am I going to exit this cursed mansion looking this utterly exposed?!"

I had absolutely no other alternative for survival, and there was no time to waste on tears. I looked around the space in a chaotic, lost panic, then moved with trembling steps toward his wardrobe, where his classic trousers and athletic sweatpants were immaculately lined up.

My eyes scanned the options rapidly, and with shaking fingers, I pulled out a pair of thick, dark gray sweatpants; the fabric felt heavy, comfortable, and warm. I stripped out of my torn trousers with hands that shook violently, tossing them carelessly onto the floor, and slid into his athletic sweatpants.

The sweatpants were massive, incredibly long, and comically wide on my small frame; my entire body literally drowned within their heavy folds. I pulled the cotton drawstrings at the waist with every ounce of strength I possessed, tugging them with a cruel, desperate force until I tied them in a knot, barely managing to clamp the fabric around my slender waist so they wouldn’t slip off. I then rolled up the long cuffs that completely buried my feet, and with immense difficulty, forced my feet back into my high heels.

I stared at the reflection of my body in the mirror, my features blank with shock. I genuinely looked like a pathetic clown wearing a giant’s clothing that was miles larger than my size yet this was the sole path available to cover myself and exit with my dignity intact.

Suddenly, and without a single shred of warning... the door flew open with sheer violence, and his massive frame walked right in without bothering to knock. I froze in absolute dread, spinning around to face him with wide, shocked eyes as I snapped in an agitated voice: "Do you just barge in like this without even knocking, just to confirm whether I am actually finished?!"

He answered with a dry, icy coldness as he slowly shut the door behind him: "The five minutes I granted you have officially expired, and I am a man of absolute precision regarding my schedules and the seconds of my time."

His sharp blue eyes dropped with a lethal, agonizing slowness, pausing directly at the massive, dark gray sweatpants that hung in heavy, crumpled folds over my small body.

He then lifted his sharp gaze back to my pale eyes, his mouth twisting into a biting, deeply sarcastic smirk as he delivered:

"I see that you haven’t merely sufficed with ruining my time and attempting to seduce me, Miss Miller... but you have actively resorted to stealing my clothes now?"

[This Chapter is for Jennifer. I want to thank you for your wonderful support. Thank you so much.]