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The moment Jillian stepped into the room and saw the man sleeping soundly on the bed, her heart practically burst with excitement. His handsome features, so sculpted and perfect, looked like a masterpiece. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile she could no longer hide.
“Sebastian, are you asleep?”
“You’re so good–looking… A man this handsome should belong to me.”
Sebastian wasn’t answering his calls or replying to texts. Caitlin knew very well that he was angry–and it had to be because of Zeke.
If he wouldn’t come home, then she’d just go to him herself.
James, worried about her heading out alone at night, insisted on driving her to Club No. 8.
Outside the venue, Caitlin spotted Xavi waiting near the car. “Xavi!”
“Ma’am!” Xavi walked up to her. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to find him. What room is he in?”
“He’s not in the lounge anymore. I just took him upstairs to a suite to sleep it off. He’s drunk.”
“Got it.”
Caitlin didn’t waste time. She headed inside with James to search for Sebastian.
On the suite floor, Caitlin approached the front desk and asked casually, “Can you tell me which room is Nolan’s? He asked me to meet him,
but I don’t have the room card.”
The front desk staff glanced at Caitlin, who was wearing a mask. Assuming she was one of Nolan’s private guests, they politely informed her, “Sorry, Miss. A lady already came by earlier and took the spare key card.”
“A lady? Who?”
Caitlin’s expression immediately tightened. Her brows furrowed deeply as a knot formed in her chest.
“It was Jillian–Nolan’s sister.”
The staff, perhaps out of kindness, offered the information to save her from walking into something unpleasant.
“Thank you for the heads–up.”
Caitlin turned away, her expression dark as thunderclouds.
She could only hope she wasn’t about to see what she feared.
Inside the suite, Jillian had already set up a camera across from the bed. She intended to film everything that would happen between her and Sebastian–just in case he denied it after sobering up.
Once everything was in place, she made her way toward the bed.
“Sebastian… Sebastian…”
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No matter how she called him, he didn’t react. He was truly passed out, deeply unconscious.
“After tonight, I’ll be your woman. You’ll see–I’m a thousand times better than Caitlin.”
With a smile playing on her lips, she began removing her clothes, calming her racing heart as she approached the bed.
But just as her hand was about to reach him, a loud bang echoed from the door .
The room’s door burst open with a violent kick, and a blast of cold air swept in.
Two figures appeared in the doorway.
When they couldn’t get a spare key, James had hacked into the suite management system, located Nolan’s room number, and led Caitlin straight to it. Now, they’d forced their way in.
Jillian jolted in fright and instinctively yanked the blanket over herself.
The room lighting was dim, and the figures in the doorway were silhouetted in shadow, their faces obscured.
“Who are you people?” she demanded warily.
No one answered.
But the intensity in the air was enough to slice flesh–sharp, cold, and lethal.
Under the warm glow of the bedside lamp, Caitlin could see the scene clearly.
Sebastian was lying on the bed, and beside him was a woman wearing nothing but lingerie.
No woman could remain calm seeing that.
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Then, with heavy steps, Caitlin stormed forward and grabbed Jillian by the hair, yanking her off the bed.
“Ah-!”
Jillian let out a shriek of pain. The tug on her scalp was fierce, and her body hit the ground hard.
“You dare touch my man? Are you looking to die?”
Caitlin loomed over her like a storm, voice cold and sharp.
She could feel someone trying to encroach on what was hers–and that didn’t sit well with her at all.
Her possessiveness was no less than any man’s.
Jillian scrambled up from the floor, but Caitlin wasn’t done. She slapped her across the face–twice.
*Smack!*
*Smack!*
Jillian cupped her stinging cheeks in shock. “What the hell is your problem? You yank my hair and slap me? How rude can you be?”
“Oh, I *can* be rude. I only show manners to people who deserve them. You try to climb into another woman’s man’s bed–how’s that for polite?”
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Caitlin’s voice was icy and sharp.
Jillian quickly pulled her clothes on. “You’re Caitlin, aren’t you? Look closely when did I ever come on to him? Sebastian was drunk. I was “taking care of him.”
Caitlin let out a cold, mocking laugh. “I’ve never seen anyone take care of someone half–naked. Do you think I’m blind?”
“Believe it or not, I genuinely meant to help. I didn’t do anything inappropriate to him, so why are you acting like this ? ”
Jillian, emboldened by the fact that she hadn’t gotten what she wanted, wasn’t backing down. Her torie turned defiant. “I’ve known Sebastian longer than you have. When I was hanging out with him, you weren’t even in the picture. You think popping out a few kids makes you his equal?”
Yes, the Vanderbilt and Mitchell families had a long history, and Nolan had always been close with Sebastian. But that didn’t give Jillian a free pass to step on Caitlin’s boundaries.
“Oh, really?”
Caitlin stared her down. Jillian tried to hold her gaze but faltered after a few seconds.
Her eyes darted away, exposing her guilt.
Caitlin scoffed. “Jillian, for someone raised in a prestigious family, you sure act like a desperate amateur. I’m sure your brother told you- Sebastian proposed to me, and I said yes. That makes us engaged.”
She stepped closer. “He’s *my* man. The father of *my* children. So do yourself a favor and keep your filthy thoughts to yourself.”
Having had enough, Caitlin turned to James. “Take Sebastian out of here.”
James nodded and stepped forward to support the drunk man. Sebastian was still fully dressed, and it was clear nothing had actually happened.
As they were about to leave, Nolan returned after finishing his drinks, only to see a stranger attempting to walk Sebastian out.
He immediately stepped in. “Hey, who are you? What are you doing with him?”
James paused, holding up Sebastian. Caitlin stepped out of the room. “I’m here to take him home.”
“Caitlin?”
Nolan looked surprised. “How did you get in here?”
Before she could answer, Jillian burst out of the suite and clutched Nolan’s arm, crying pitifully.
“Nolan! You’re just in time! I was attacked!”
Nolan frowned. “What happened?”
“It was her! They barged into your room and hit me! Look at my face–it’s swollen!”
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she wailed, “She slapped me! You *have to stand up for me!”
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