Chapter 346
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Chapter 346:
“Got you, you hypocritical bastard,” Kieran spat. “Where is she? Where is the woman you are hiding? I am sending this video straight to Page Six and to Jocelyn p>
Gaston did not look panicked. He did not move to block the camera. He looked at Kieran the way one might look at a child doing something embarrassing in public.
“Douglas,” Gaston said, his voice dripping with freezing contempt. “If you are not using your brain, please donate it to medical science p>
Kieran flushed with anger and tried to push past Gaston into the suite.
“Move!” Kieran shouted. “Let’s see the woman you are cheating with p>
Then a soft, slightly raspy female voice drifted from the bedroom doorway.
“Gaston? Who is yelling out there p>
Kieran’s entire body went rigid. His blood turned to ice.
He knew that voice. He had heard it in his dreams for years.
𝘙𝘦𝖺d f𝗿𝗈𝗆 𝘺𝘰ur 𝗉𝗁оո𝗲 oո
Jocelyn appeared in the entryway.
She was wearing Gaston’s oversized white dress shirt, the hem barely covering her upper thighs, her hair a messy, tousled tangle. Her neck and collarbone were covered in dark, unmistakable marks.
She stopped beside Gaston and looked at Kieran standing in the hallway. The expression in her eyes was not shock. It was pure, unadulterated disgust.
Kieran’s fingers went numb. The expensive smartphone slipped from his grip and crashed onto the marble floor.
His brain short-circuited completely.
He had come to catch Gaston with a stranger. Instead, he was staring at the undeniable, physical proof that his greatest enemy was sleeping with the only woman he had ever wanted.
Jocelyn didn’t move toward him. She simply leaned back slightly against Gaston’s solid frame, letting his arm tighten around her waist — a quiet, absolute declaration of ownership. She looked at Kieran with cold pity.
“Mr. Douglas,” Jocelyn said, her voice entirely devoid of emotion. “Is stalking legally married couples your new hobby p>
The words landed like a blade directly into Kieran’s fragile ego.
Gaston said nothing further. He pulled Jocelyn flush against his side, looked Kieran dead in the eye, and swung the heavy oak door shut in his face.
The heavy oak door of the Four Seasons Presidential Suite slammed shut.
The sound reverberated through the quiet hallway like a detonation, vibrating straight through Kieran Douglas’s teeth. He stood frozen on the thick carpet, his expensive smartphone shattered on the marble threshold.
His brain refused to process what he had just seen. Jocelyn. His Jocelyn. Wearing Gaston Collins’s shirt, her collarbone covered in dark marks that screamed of absolute possession.
A hot wave of bile rose in his throat.
He lunged forward and slammed his fists against the solid oak.
“Jocelyn!” Kieran roared, his voice cracking with manic desperation. “Open this door! He is brainwashing you p>
The soft ding of the private VIP elevator echoed down the hall.
Kieran didn’t have time to turn his head.