The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 962

Bianca downs a massive gulp. The spicy liquid burns a trail down her throat, but the sharp sting clears her muddled mind. She sets the glass down and lets her gaze wander over the crowd, taking in the vibrant energy of the room. Unsurprisingly, stepping out of Coen's icy orbit reveals that the world is still an exciting place.

As luck would have it, she spots a few friends she used to party with. They quickly pull her into their private booth to play drinking games, chat, and snack. Bianca doesn't refuse; after weeks of pent-up frustration, she desperately needs to let loose. A few drinks in, a warm flush spreads across her cheeks, and the alcohol washes away her earlier gloom. She rolls up her sleeves, enthusiastically playing dice with the group, her bright laughter piercing through the clinking of glasses.

Just as she is about to take another shot, a familiar figure suddenly appears. It is Coen.

Without a single word, he takes the seat right next to her. For the rest of the game, every time she loses, he silently reaches over and drinks her penalty shot. His unspoken possessiveness instantly earns a chorus of knowing smirks from her friends.

Bianca freezes, nearly dropping the dice in her hand. She watches Coen down another shot with a blank expression, his Adam's apple bobbing sharply. The burn of the liquor doesn't even make him flinch. The teasing grins from her friends make her face burn hotter, a complicated mix of alcohol and undeniable tension twisting in her chest.

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