Novel Full Chapter 334: Little Girl – III
Chapter 334: Little Girl – III
“You’re mistaken about something,” Alex said, a smile playing at his lips.
Jennifer’s hand stopped mid-stroke.
Her confident grip faltered, fingers loosening slightly around him as confusion flickered across her face.
’What?’
That wasn’t the response she’d expected.
“What do you…”
Before Jennifer could process his words, his hand rose.
His fingers caught her chin, tilting her face up with deliberate force until she had no choice but to meet his eyes.
“I’m not working for them, little girl,” he said, his voice dropping to something cold and absolute. “They’re my… sluts.”
Jennifer’s breath stopped.
“My bitches who’ll do anything I ask them to do.”
His thumb pressed against her jaw, holding her in place.
“You must have seen it,” he continued, his tone conversational, almost casual. “How they were begging. Screaming. Broken under me.”
He leaned in slightly, his face close enough that she could feel his breath.
“How your own mother sold you to me without hesitation. Promised to present you to me like a wrapped gift,” Alex continued, his voice dropping to a dark whisper. “Just to make her master happy.”
The words detonated in Jennifer’s mind. Her hand went slack, falling away from him as if the contact had suddenly burned her skin.
”I’m no gigolo,” Alex murmured, his eyes locking onto hers with dark amusement.
“I own them.”
Jennifer stumbled back as he released her chin. She looked down at her bare, trembling feet, then at the wet evidence on her thighs that he had so cruelly exposed. Every corporate plan, every “Vanderbilt” shield, was gone. She was just a girl standing in the wreckage of her own arrogance.
’No, that’s not… ’
’He’s lying.’
’He has to be… ’
But the certainty in his voice. The casual way he said it. The complete lack of hesitation.
The way her mother had begged. The way she’d submitted. The way she’d offered Jennifer up like…
’Oh god.’
Everything she’d assumed. Everything she’d built her confidence on. Everything that had brought her down those stairs.
’Wrong.’
’All of it wrong.’
“So tell me,” Alex said, his smirk sharpening as he watched the realization dawn across her face. “Why would I need some green little thing like you?”
“A girl who’s still playing dress-up in her mother’s empire,” he continued, his eyes tracking over her face with clinical amusement. “Thinking she’s going to inherit the family when she can’t even walk into a room without leaving a trail behind her.”
His gaze dropped deliberately to her thighs again… to the evidence still glistening there.
“Do you know what she told me when I asked about you?”
Jennifer’s breath caught.
His voice dropped to something cruelly conversational.
“Delusional. Pathetic. A useless puppet.”
Each word landed like a physical blow.
“She had no respect for you at all,” Alex continued, releasing her chin. “And she certainly doesn’t consider you fit to inherit her empire.”
He stepped back slightly, giving her space to absorb the devastation.
“So how exactly are you going to deliver on those promises you just made?”
Jennifer’s face burned with pure, incandescent humiliation and rage.
’That bitch.’
’That fucking BITCH had destroyed her.
And now Jennifer was standing here half-naked in front of this man who was systematically dismantling every scrap of confidence she’d walked down here with.
All because her mother had poisoned the well before Jennifer even had a chance.
“I…” Jennifer’s voice came out hoarse, broken. “I’m not…”
She tried to summon the authority she’d had minutes ago.
But it was gone.
Stripped away by his words. By the truth she couldn’t deny.
“But I understand what’s happening,” Alex interrupted, his grip on her chin tightening slightly. “You watched your mother getting fucked. Heard her screaming. Saw what I did to her.”
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her face.
“And now you’re here.”
Jennifer tried to pull back but his hand held firm.
“Begging me to do the same thing to you.”
The accusation hung in the air between them.
“Aren’t you?” he pressed, his voice dropping to a whisper that somehow felt louder than a shout.
Jennifer’s mouth opened. Closed.
Despite the searing humiliation, she wanted to scream it. She wanted to tell him he was right… that every drop of evidence on her thighs was a confession, that she had come for this exact destruction.
She was desperate to say Yes, to roar her surrender in his face, but the words were choked by the weight of her own shame.
“But you’re too young to handle me,” Alex said, releasing her chin abruptly.
Jennifer stumbled slightly, catching herself.
“Even your way of begging is pathetic.”
”You stand there talking about ’triple the money’ while you’re literally dripping on my floor,” Alex said, his voice a low, jagged rasp of pure derision. “You’re trying to negotiate a contract while your body is already screaming for the leash. It’s messy, Jennifer. It’s amateur.”
He stepped back, the distance between them feeling like a canyon.
”Your mother is a slut, but at least she’s a professional slut. She knows that in this room, the only currency that matters is how well you can crawl. You? You’re still trying to buy me with a checkbook that I already own.”
He tilted the bottle back, the wine gurgling in the silence.
”Go back to your room. Clean yourself up. And the next time you decide to ’negotiate’ with me… do it on your knees. Like a real Vanderbilt.”
He turned away, reaching for the wine bottle as if the conversation were over.
The shame hit her like a tidal wave. Jennifer’s knees buckled, her composure finally shattering into a thousand jagged pieces. She had failed. The negotiation was dead. She was standing there, exposed and ruined, while the man she tried to buy looked at her like she was an inconvenience.
Panic flared in her chest. She couldn’t let him leave. She couldn’t go back to her room and be the “Princess” again. Not after this. Not after seeing what lay on the other side of the veil.
”Wait,” she choked out, her voice a ragged ruin.
Alex stopped. He didn’t turn around, but the tilt of his head told her he was listening.
”I… I can do it,” she whispered, her pride finally dying a silent, shameful death.
“Whatever they did… I can do it better.”