Desired by All and He Threw Away 66

Chapter 66 

Taylor’s POV 

The celebration is in full swing. 

Light spills across the marble floors like liquid gold shimmering beneath a canopy of crystal chandeliers.music thrums low through the speakers bass pulsing like a heartbeat beneath the chatter and laughter. 

everywhere i look something sparkles champagne flutes catching the light sequined gowns brushing past camera flashes bursting like fireworks.the air smells of expensive perfume and ambition. 

and somewhere in the middle of it all im trying not to stand out. 

i smooth the edge of my uniform- black slacks white shirt crisp blazer–functional forgettable.the kind of outfit that lets people look past you which is exactly what i want.my role tonight is simple: keep the team’s side of the event running smoothly. 

No headlines. No drama. Just efficiency. 

but standing here surrounded by people who move like they were born for this kind of glittering chaos i feel like i have stumbled into the wrong world. 

They’re all smiles and charm and calculated angles.im the quiet one by the wall, clutching a tablet like a shield. 

a burst of laughter rings nearby― sharp practiced,too loud.i glance over just in time to see Vanessa gliding toward me her heels clicking like punctuation marks on polished stone. 

of course. 

her smile is all teeth and sugar eyes gleaming with something that looks almost kind until you notice the calculation underneath. 

“well if it isnt Taylor,” she says her voice smooth almost dripping like molten satin. “You look… so official tonight.” 

i bite back an eye roll. “Vanessa.” 

she drifts closer the faint curl of jasmine and champagne wrapping around her like armor. ” you must be exhausted running around after the team.I can’t imagine how demanding Aiden must be right now.” 

That little teasing lift of his name lands like a pinprick under my skin. I force my tone flat. “He is not. We’re all busy doing our job unlike you” 

” of course,” she purrs tilting her head like a cat ready to strike. “still you should enjoy yourself.its a celebration isnt it?” 

before i can answer her elbow nudges mine- or so it seems.my glass tilts a heartbeat of horror then the cold sharp splash of champagne hits my chest. gasps rip from me as it soaks through my shirt clinging leaving a spreading wet stain. 

Vanessa’s hand flies to her mouth. “oh my god im so sorry!” 

but her eyes- oh those eyes flicker with something else.a tiny cruel curve at the corner of her lips a satisfaction 

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she cant quite hide. 

heat crawls up my neck.my pulse drums so loud it drowns the murmurs around us.a few nearby guests pause glancing with amusement sharp enough to feel like knives slicing at me.every eye feels like its stitching me into a spectacle. 

“its fine,” i manage my voice too tight too small.i clutch my bag against the wet spot and force a shaky smile. “. Really.” 

“Let me- 

no,” i cut in backing away. ” ive got it.” 

i turn before she can answer pushing through the crowd.the air feels too thick too hot.my heels click unevenly as i hurry toward the quieter hallway that leads to the restrooms. 

the noise of the gala fades behind me until its nothing more than a muted hum.i stop near a corner pressing my back to the cool marble wall.my hands tremble slightly as i dab at my shirt with a napkin. 

its pointless.the fabric clings to my skin cold and sticky. 

i take a breath trying to steady the flush still burning across my face. ” dont let her get to you,” i whisper under my breath.” she is not worth it.” 

the sound of laughter drifts faintly from a terrace door up ahead low and familiar.i frown half turning. 

and then i see them. 

just beyond the open archway- Ella and Dylan. 

they stand close framed by the city lights spilling through the glass.his arm rests on the railing posture relaxed voice smooth and intimate. 

she looks smaller beside him her pale dress catching the light her expression tight and uncertain. 

instinct kicks in before thought does.i step back into the shadow of a pillar my heart hammering.the polished floor reflects their shapes blurred and ghostlike. 

“…Aiden’s not who you think he is,” Dylan says his voice soft but deliberate. “hes greedy. Ruthless. The kind of man who never gives what he owes.” 

My breath catches. 

“he refuses to share a single thing with you,” Dylan says every word smoothed over with false sympathy.” even after everything you went through together. He hides behind contracts, Ella. He always has.” 

the word contracts hits like a cold hand on my spine.this isnt a friendly chat- its a setup.every pause every sigh feels planned. 

Ella’s voice shakes when she answers. ” i dont know Dylan… youre making him sound like- like the enemy.” he exhales low and patient the kind of sigh that sounds like disappointment dressed as care. ” im just looking out for you.you deserve better. Someone honest. Someone who actually cares.‘ 

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That tone.i know it too well- smooth as velvet sharp as glass.its the same voice that once told me i was different that i could trust him.he leans in, hand grazing her arm.the touch looks gentle but i see the calculation behind it.my skin prickles. 

“you shouldnt have to fight for what’s yours,” he murmurs, gaze locked on her like she’s a decision hes already made,. 

Ella drops her eyes to the floor lashes trembling. “Dylan…” 

“Shh.“his voice softens to a whisper. ” let me take care of it.” 

the words cut clean through me sharp as broken glass.ive heard them before- whispered against my hair in the dark his voice threading through the quiet like a promise i wanted so badly to believe.back then i thought his care meant safety.i didnt realize it was a leash. 

The memory hits hard. The warmth of his breath at my neck.the way his fingers would trace comfort into my skin while he rewrote my boundaries in silence. 

even now i can feel it- the pull the heady confusion that made surrender feel like love. 

but watching him now seeing the same softness coat his lies as he feeds them to Ella something in me finally clicks.his tenderness isnt real. It’s bait. 

my throat tightens.heat builds beneath my ribs buzzing like static until i can almost taste it.hes twisting her doubt the same way he twisted mine- turning it slow careful until it starts to feel like truth. 

i start to back away pulse pounding in my ears. One step. Then another. But my heel brushes against something slick on the floor. A glass.it wobbles tips and falls. 

the faint clink is enough to split the air open. 

the sound is small but it cuts through the quiet like a crack of thunder.Dylan’s head snaps up.his eyes narrow.Ella turns too her lips parting in surprise.for a second everything freezes- the music distant the air thick with recognition. 

my pulse surges the old dread curling cold and familiar in my stomach. 

not again I think. This is déjà vu–the same way I was caught before, listening, learning truths I was never meant to hear. 

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