Chapter 29 Fiery
Mark’s POV
It was past midnight and the way to her house was flooded
I didn’t think; I just drove. The busy street was empty and I didn't give a second thought to accelerating my speed.
I jumped out of the car before the engine stopped and sprinted for the entrance.
My soaked shirt glued to my skin like a wet polythene bag.
I didn’t care. All that mattered was her.
The hallway reeked of damp paint and loneliness. Fluorescent lights flickered above me as I climbed her stairs.
“Becca!” My voice echoed down the narrow corridor. “Becca, it’s me!”
I got no response.
I knocked harder again. “Please, open the door.”
The latch clicked. The door opened just a crack.
She stood there, her eyes swollen. She had gotten pale and her perfect hair was tangled.
“Becca…” I took a step forward.
“Don’t,” she whispered. “He’s here.”
My stomach dropped. “What?”
Before she could speak again, a voice slid out of the darkness behind her.
“She doesn’t want you here, Simmons.”
That devil's son Asher.
He stepped into the light like a bad memory came to life.
Rage surged through me. “You son of a—”
He barely raised a brow. “Careful. You might wake the neighbors.”
I didn’t wait. My fist connected with his jaw, a crack that echoed through the hall. He staggered but didn’t fall. He just wiped the blood from his lip and grinned.
"You still have that temper,” he grinned.
I hit him again. He laughed.
Becca screamed, trying to push between us, but Asher shoved her aside. She stumbled, and I caught her before she hit the wall.
Her body trembled under my hands.
“Don’t touch her!” I roared.
“She’s mine,” he spat.
I launched forward, ready to break him, but Becca’s voice cut through the chaos high, shaking, desperate.
“Mark, stop!”
We froze.
She turned toward me, tears shining in her eyes. “I’m staying with him.”
For a second, the world stopped.
The words hit harder than any punch could.
I searched her face, waiting for a sign she didn’t mean it; a flinch, a twitch, anything.
But there was nothing
Asher slid his arm around her shoulders, smug as ever. “You heard the lady.”
I felt like breaking off the arm.
She didn’t look at him nor did she look at me.
She just stared at the floor, fists clenched.
My breathing pace became unstable. “Becca… what the hell are you saying?”
Her voice cracked. “I said I’m staying. Please, just go.”
It didn’t sound like her. It sounded rehearsed.
“You can't be doing this because of the bet right? I told you it was an accident,”
“You sleeping with Olivia, was that an accident too?”
Shit, she had seen the video.
“Look I can explain,”
“You always can, I'm not interested Mark, get out,” she half yelled.
She was hurt, it was obvious in the way she looked at me.
My heart ached, I had badly hurt the one woman I loved. I felt so terrible. I wish I could go back and reverse all this mess.
Start our relationship properly on the right foundation.
But then, these were all wishes.
Asher leaned closer to her ear. “Good girl.”
I saw her shoulders stiffen, the tiny wince she tried to hide.
My gut told me everything I needed to know.
I took a step forward. “If he’s forcing you..”
She shook her head quickly, eyes pleading. “Just go, Mark. Please.”
The rain outside matched the pounding in my chest. Every instinct screamed to pull her out of there, to drag her away from him, but one look at her trembling hands stopped me.
She wasn’t asking me to fight. She was begging me to leave.
My voice came out rough. “You think this is over?”
“Asher,” I said, glaring at him. “If you hurt her again, and I’ll bury you myself.”
He smirked. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
The door started to close. I caught one last glimpse of her face, tear-streaked, pale, her eyes saying what her lips couldn’t. I’m sorry.
Then the door shut between us.
The sound echoed down the hall like a verdict.
I stood there for a long moment, rain dripping from my hair onto the cracked floor tiles.
My hands were shaking. The adrenaline drained out of me, leaving nothing but hollow ache.
Through the wood, muffled voices carried, his low, cruel tone, then her whisper, softer, forced.
And then… a faint sound. A sigh. Maybe a kiss.
Becca won't really reunite with her ex because of this mess.
What difference are you with Asher
That stung, I only hurt her like Asher did.
But still, she was mine and I was going to claim her somehow.
I just had to clear the mess around me first.