Chapter 199: Eyesore
Gwendolyn’s POV
This had to be some sort of cosmic joke.
Gwendolyn had lost her man to a preschool teacher. How in the world was that even possible? In the looks department Vivian Rose had absolutely nothing on her. Come on, the woman had boobs that looked like inflatable balloons. And she was far too soft and curvy. She had nothing on Gwendolyn’s long legs and sharp features, and yet Ryan had chosen that woman and he was still choosing her.
Clearly Vivian Rose had something going for her that made up for all of the other ways in which she was lacking, (which was looks, status and money). How else could she still be keeping Ryan away from Gwendolyn, and making him act out of character? Gwendolyn had been hiding out for almost a month now. When it came to evading Ryan, she had known that the chances of him finding her were slim. Even when he had dabbled in the dark side during their time together, he had never really gone as dark as she would have liked.
So she had known that he would not be hiring the kind of people so deep in the criminal underworld that they would have easily been able to track her,( his refusal to work with professional killers, and stalkers was proving to be a disadvantage, just as she had always known it would be). But still, even though she’d known that he would fail in finding her, she had expected for him to be trying to spring some kind of trap. To at least be reaching out to her and trying to lure her towards him. She had even been ready for that.
She had not told Bryce this, but she’d been planning to drug Ryan, steal his sperm and then use a baby,(had via surrogate of course) as a shield against his attacks, and also as a punishment for Vivian Rose.
But the man had not reached out at all.
She had not deleted her social media profiles because she had been hoping for just that. But once again, Ryan was not acting according to the script and Gwendolyn just knew that it was because of that witch Vivian Rose.
It truly was Vivian who was making her Ryan act like a person that she did not know, and that was irritating her beyond belief. Sitting in her mirror room, Gwendolyn was going through pictures of Ryan and Vivian. Just looking at them made her entire body ache. In each and every single one, Ryan was smiling like a fool. His laugh lines pronounced and Gwendolyn wanted to reach out and pinch him so that he would stop making the expression. Didn’t he realize that those laugh lines would become wrinkles in no time at all if he kept doing that? Glaring at the equally happy and still very chubby Vivian Rose, Gwendolyn flicked the woman’s picture with her finger, wishing that she could claw at that smiling face for real.
Who did she think she was to just step in and undo all of the hurt that Gwendolyn had put time and effort into making? Looking away from the pictures, she stared at her reflection and let out a scream. Abruptly cutting her self off, Gwendolyn took a steadying breath, then she went back to scrolling through the images.
Her mood sinking lower and lower with each photo she saw. The fact that she was viewing them on social media made it even worse. If she’d hired someone to follow the couple and take pictures of them, she would not have felt as bad. But these were pictures taken by random people. Strangers who had seen Vivian Rose and Ryan Terrell being in love and had liked what they saw so much that they’d taken pictures.
It was not right.
Why were they out in the open like that? Gwendolyn was the only one who deserved to have cameras following her in such a manner. She was also the only one who was supposed to have any right to the couple’s awful pictures. They should have been hiding the shameful thing that they were doing instead of parading themselves out there for everyone to just snap a photo. Seeing them like that made her sick, and it intensified her need to see their happiness destroyed. Luckily there was one other person she knew who was as against their union as Gwendolyn was.
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She found Bryce doing sit ups in his bedroom. For a moment she just stood there admiring the view, all of that glistening skin, and rippling muscles making her feel hot and bothered. But then she looked at his groin, remembered how bad he was at sex, and she immediately got down to business.
"Have you seen this?" She asked.
Finishing off his last set, Bryce got to his feet and walked over to her. Taking her phone, he began going through the pictures and Gwendolyn rejoiced at the look of pure rage that came over his face.
"You would think that they would at least try to hide what they are doing instead of attempting to blind the rest of the world with their revolting display,"
"Look at the way she is aiming her breasts at him, she really has no shame," Gwendolyn added softly. Seeing exactly what she was talking about, the man became even angrier. He was squeezing her phone so tight that Gwendolyn was certain that with a bit of pressure Bryce would break it. It was incredibly sexy, but more than that his reaction was exactly what she had been looking for. She had decided that she would use him to kill Gwendolyn Rose, and she had slowly but surely been making sure that his resolve did not waiver. The more she fed his anger, the less likely he was to change his mind.
She just had to keep him ready, and the world would soon be free of the scourge that was Ryan’s latest play thing.