?Chapter 779:


    I shot him a furious re, but he leaned in close, surprising me with a light nip to my cheek.


    The sting of his bite made my heart race, both shocked and furious. “What do you want from me?” I demanded.


    Bryan wiped the tears from my face with unexpected tenderness, his voice soft as he asked, “What happened? Did someone hurt you?”


    I froze, his unexpected tenderness piercing through the walls I had so carefully built. My heart wavered, its resolve slipping ever so slightly. But then, like a floodgate opening, memories of the past, as well as Jett’s cruel revtions, came rushing back. My chest tightened, and I turned away sharply, refusing to let my guard down. I couldn’t let myself soften, not now.


    Bryan watched me in silence, his expression clouded with resignation. After a moment, he sighed deeply. Slowly, his long fingers cupped my face, so gentle that it made my heart ache.


    “Have we crossed a line recently? If we have, I’m sorry. I think we just got caught up in the heat of things. But if you’re willing to tell me what’s wrong, we can figure it out together. We’ll handle it—properly this time.”


    His words hung in the air, but I remained silent. What was the point? No apology could fix the chasm that had grown between us. No promise could undo the damage that had already been done. To me, it felt like nothing mattered anymore.


    Bryan wasn’t giving up. He reached for my hand, his touch hesitant but firm, as if holding onto me might stop everything from falling apart. His tone softened further, almost pleading. “If you’re angry, just let it out. Yell at me, hit me—whatever it takes. I’ll take it all. Just… don’t shut me out. Please.”


    I hadn’t expected him to humble himself like this, to strip away his pride sopletely in front of me. My heart twisted, caught between the pain he had caused and the raw honesty in his eyes.


    But the weight of hatred and betrayal was too heavy to simply cast aside.


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    I bit my lip, hard enough to taste the faint tang of blood, and lowered my head. My voice trembled with despair as I whispered, “It’s toote. There’s nothing left between us but hatred.”


    Makenna’s POV


    “Hatred?” Bryan’s voice rumbled with disbelief, as if the word itself were foreign to him. “Is it really that deep?”


    I avoided his gaze, my difort clear as day. But my silence only seemed to fuel the fire.


    With a firm grip, Bryan tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. A dangerous spark flickered in their depths as he drawled, his tone heavy with warning. “Let me guess—Jett’s been running his mouth again, hasn’t he? Whatever he said, don’t you dare even dream of leaving me!”


    He crushed his lips against mine, disregarding my attempts to resist as he yanked at my clothes. His hands moved across my chest, squeezing my breasts forcefully.


    “Ugh… stop… just let me go!” I frantically shook my head, struggling to push him back, but he had already pinned me down on the sofa.


    Bryan’s eyes grew even darker as he took in my defiance. He violently spread my legs, tore off my underpants, and thrust his fingers inside me.


    I should have pushed him away right then and there, but instead, the warmth I had once felt with Jett—the one I had buried deep inside—suddenly reignited, coursing through me like wildfire. It overwhelmed me, stirring an ache that made me crave Bryan’s touch, a desperate longing to surrender and lose myself in him.


    “Huff… huff…” I drew in a shaky breath, unable to stifle the soft moan that escaped my lips. “Ah… stop… don’t touch me…”


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