Weston looked down at the man trapped in the car, a mocking gleam in his eyes. “You’ve overestimated your abilities,” he said coldly, his voice dripping with disdain. Without another word, he turned and walked away.
With that, he carried Stella effortlessly toward his car. She struggled furiously, throwing her fists against him. “Let me go!” she screamed, her voice filled with rage.
But Weston remained unmoved. No matter how hard she cursed or struck him, he didn’t even flinch. He had already made up his mind. No matter how unwilling Stella was, it didn’t matter to him. If he wanted something, nothing would stop him from taking it.
“Weston Ford, you’re mad! Let me down! You madman!” Stella yelled, her voice trembling with fury.
She had never imagined she could hurl insults with such venom, as though every ounce of her hatred for him had poured out in that moment. Weston didn’t react to any of her words, no matter how harsh. He simply tightened his grip on her head, holding her firmly as she raged.
It was only when Stella’s voice became hoarse, and she was on the verge of tears from frustration, that Weston spoke, his tone unexpectedly calm. “Have you berated me enough? If so, then shut up from now on.”
Without another word, he shoved her into the car, then slid in beside her. He reached over and pressed his fingers gently against her lips. “If you’re not good, I’ll seal your lips. What should I use to do that?” he asked with a smirk.
Stella stared at him, wide-eyed in disbelief. After a long pause, she managed to mutter through gritted teeth, “Shameless.”
Weston chuckled softly, a dark amusement in his eyes. He kissed her forehead tenderly. “Seems like you want my lips to seal yours. Why didn’t I realize earlier that you’re a greedy one?”
His boldness left her speechless. She could feel the anger building in her chest, but for a moment, it was swallowed by the sheer audacity of his behavior.
Seeing her quiet down, Weston leaned in and placed a quick kiss on her cheek. “That’s better. As long as you stay obedient and make me feel good, I can give you everything you want. So tell me, is it really worth it to pit yourself against me?” He gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Follow me. I want you.”
Stella, exhausted by everything that had happened, felt a deep fatigue wash over her. She met his gaze, her voice tinged with exhaustion. “What exactly do you want?”
Weston kissed her again, this time near the corner of her lips. “I said it already—I want you to follow me. What don’t you understand? Should I repeat myself?”
Stella closed her eyes, unwilling to argue any longer. “Justin is innocent. He was just trying to help me…”
Weston’s grip tightened, his expression turning dark. “Don’t speak up for him,” he warned. “I don’t like it.”
Seeing her wince in pain from his grip, Weston reluctantly released her. Satisfied with the reaction, he said with chilling finality, “The less you care about him, the safer he’ll be. Understand?”
Stella recoiled, trying to distance herself from him as much as possible. She was exhausted—physically, mentally, emotionally. “Please don’t implicate the innocent. Weston Ford, this is my bottom line.”
Weston’s laugh echoed through the car. “Innocent? Don’t tell me you can’t see that he’s interested in you.”
“So what if I can see it?” Stella’s voice was calm, almost detached. “I’m single. Why can’t other men pursue me?”
Her words hit Weston harder than he expected. He was used to people bowing to his will, and for Stella to speak so boldly against him rattled him. But he didn’t let it show.
He narrowed his eyes, his voice turning cold. “So what? No one can stop me from doing what I want.”
Stella shut her eyes, refusing to engage any further. Weston hated the coldness in her demeanor. He longed to see her react—anger, tears, anything—but the distance in her eyes unsettled him.
“Stella Sealey, I’m not kidding.” He softened his tone, but his resolve was unwavering. “Follow me. It’s your only choice.”
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