An Affair With The Ceo (Natasha and Jared) novel Chapter 363

Chapter 363

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“None of your damn business!” Natasha shot right back, not holding anything in.

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Joelle puffed out her chest, glaring at Natasha with pure disdain. “I’m the real Whittier here, and you’re nothing but a homeless mutt. So yeah, it is my business, don’t you think so?”

Natasha gave a dismissive smirk. ‘She talks as if the Whittier family is something so impressive,’ she thought. “I stopped caring about the Whittier family a long time ago,” she shot back, tossed her hair, and turned to walk away.

“What about Percy?” Joelle called out behind her, her tone full of mockery.

Natasha stopped in her tracks and turned to look at her. She shrugged, totally indifferent. “If you want him, take him. He’s all yours.” She had been over him for ages.

Joelle froze, unexpectedly stunned. She couldn’t even put it into words. All this time, the only reason she had kept things flirtatious with Percy was because of Natasha.

Percy was the only man around Natasha who never fell for her. And yet, he ended up marrying Natasha. Now Joelle could finally snatch Natasha’s husband right out from under her. She wanted Natasha to finally have a taste of having someone steal her man right out from under her.

Joelle knew that every time she was with Percy, it hurt Natasha, which she could see in her eyes. She got a kick out of it, always stringing Percy along to mess with Natasha.

But she never saw it coming, that Natasha was a whole different person now. It was like Natasha couldn’t care less that Joelle was with Percy these days.

“Are you really over it, or are you just pretending?” Joelle asked, narrowing her eyes at Natasha in disbelief.

Natasha gave her a casual glance. “Looks like you’re the one pretending.”

Joelle’s eyes narrowed. “What did you just say?” she asked.

Natasha’s

turned razor-sharp. “After your messy divorce and that whole suicide drama, if you’re so desperate for a guy to comfort you right now, I honestly can understand it.”

“You!” Joelle spat. Her expression changed instantly, shock and fury battling for control. Natasha’s words struck her right in her deepest wound.

Getting dumped by Nicolas was a scar Joelle could never get over. It was always there, haunting her. And now, Natasha had just ripped that old wound wide open, making it sting all over again. Joelle’s hatred for Natasha burned so fiercely.

“Natasha, don’t get cocky. Sooner or later, Percy’s gonna dump you, too,” Joelle snapped, her voice laced with both threat and spite.

Natasha shrugged, tossing a smirk. “At least I’m not gonna pull a dramatic suicide stunt as you did.”

She was all about loving herself. She wasn’t about to go crazy over some guy. So after the divorce, she wasn’t really all that broken up about it.

Actually, she had ended up as friends with benefits with her boss, so now she had someone to scratch that itch whenever she wanted. Honestly, it was all to her benefit, but Joelle would never get it.

Ever since she was a kid, Joelle had been brainwashed by Roxanne, dreaming of marrying into money and having some rich, powerful husband to back her up.

She had finally made it happen, only for her whole dream to come crashing down in an instant. For Joelle, that kind of blow

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was enough to shatter her world. ‘No wonder she’s always making a scene, threatening to end it all.

And now she still has the guts to talk big shamelessly right in front of me?’ Natasha thought. She didn’t even want to waste her breath on her.

Natasha had just reached the stairway when, from behind her, Joelle suddenly let out a furious, venomous shout, “Bitch, go

to hell!”

Before Natasha could react, Joelle shoved her hard from behind. Natasha lost her balance in an instant and tumbled down the stairs. Her whole body hurt so much, it felt like her bones didn’t even belong to her anymore.

Her forehead slammed into the wall next to the stairs. With a thud, Natasha slammed into the wall. Pain shot through her, stabbing deep, so sharp it made her see stars.

She could feel blood oozing from a fresh gash on her forehead. She lay crumpled on the floor, frozen and helpless, not moving an inch for what felt like forever, It was ages before she could catch her breath and start to move again.

When Natasha looked up, Joelle was standing at the stairway, her face twisted into a malicious, triumphant smirk. That gran said it all: “Serves you right. Bet you didn’t think I’d go this far, huh?”

Natasha’s brows knitted tightly. She knew Joelle was the one who had shoved her. Even after the divorce and that whole suicide mess, Joelle was, in some ways, just a sad case.

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