My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 274

Chapter 274: Never-Ending Plan
Xander was a little taken aback by her bold words, but a grin settled on his face, admiring her confidence.

“Is that because you’re jealous, Samantha?” He asked her, his grin stretching even further.

Samantha avoided his gaze and dropped his foot gently on the ground. “You shouldn’t move too much from now on because of the injury. Thankfully, it only left a graze, and so is the one on your nape. Do you understand?” She asked, avoiding his question which caused Xander to chuckle with a low volume.

When she was about to leave, he quickly pulled her towards him, forcing her to lean on him. “Are you seriously jealous, Samantha?”

“And why would I be?” She questioned back, her green eyes boring into his dark ones with defense as she tried to mask her emotions in front of him.

Unfortunately for her, Xander had known her long enough to know when she was lying.

“I’m just saying you need to cut it off with her,” she said, her voice tinged with a razor-sharp edge. “All this sleeping around will only lead her to believe she’s special. She was one of those girls you brought here to sell, and now you’ve made her your bed warmer instead.” Xander frowned at her tone, a flicker of discomfort crossing his face.

“But it’s too late now. You saw how she acted. Julian is going to buy Anastasia. At least it’s not some terrible buyer; that would have really complicated things.”

With a swift movement, she yanked her wrist off his grip. “I still remember the words you told me years ago and I will never forget it, no matter what you say. So stop thinking I’m jealous whenever you get laid.”

Her tone carried so much venom it could have poisoned a snake.

Without waiting for Xander to reply—not like she intended him to, she left the room, wishing him a good night as she carried the trays of the first aid kit and other materials she’d used to clean up his injuries and left.

Samantha released the breath she didn’t know she was holding, her chest heaving a sigh of relief before she decided to leave and clear the tray in her hands.

A few steps away from the living room, Samantha saw Michelle watching some fashion show.

Ignoring her, she headed straight to the kitchen.

“I heard everything you said to him,” Michelle suddenly said, standing up and following Samatha to the kitchen. “Are you that threatened by my presence here in this house, dear Samantha?” She added, her hand folded on her chest while her eyes stared at Samantha in mockery.

Samantha paused her actions as she turned her head to make eye contact with Michelle with a blank expression. “What did you say?”

“So insecure,” Michelle sighed, ignoring Samantha’s question. “If you’re so jealous, I can let you have one night with him and I promise not to add some snakes under the bed.”

Samantha scoffed, unable to believe what she was hearing.

From what she heard Michelle saying to her, she already concluded the latter no longer feared her like she’d done when she first came.

“Do you intend for me to be the one that kills you, Michelle?” Samantha asked, her voice as calm as the weather before the storm. “Because it seems to me that is what you truly desire at the moment.”

“And so what? Don’t talk as if you can touch me because you can’t. Not before long, I’ll be the newest madam of this place, and I’ll be the one getting rid of you and not the other way around.”

Samantha was beyond shocked by Michelle’s words. She’d always known the latter was stupid, but certainly not to this level. It made her feel regret for actually thinking Michelle had anything in that ball hanging over her neck.

However, no matter what Michelle said, Samantha was still in perfect control of her emotions, because this wasn’t the first time she was battling with a fly.

“I’ve always ignored your nuisance, Michelle but don’t push it. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to put snakes under your bed like you plan to do with mine. I have an uncle who specializes in snakes and I’ll make sure to get the one that’s similar to you. You wouldn’t mind sharing a room with a long-lost cousin, right?” Samantha asked, her tone lacking any humor. Instead, it was laced with an underlying threat that had Michelle subconsciously take a step back.

“You’re all talk but no action. Don’t get in my way ever again, Michelle, or else I’ll be forced to do something bad to you. Remember, you don’t know anyone here. We’re still mere strangers, so don’t underestimate me.”

Samantha’s tone was carried with an undeniable sense of warning, and Michelle felt the hair on her back stand on their ends.

She wasn’t going to deny herself the truth. They were indeed strangers even though she’d been staying in the house for six months already after the night that Mrs. Perez, the wife of Theodore Perez planned to kill her by crashing into her and tumbling her car.

Despite all of that, Michelle was jealous of Samantha for having someone like Xander by her side. Michelle finally got her chance to love in her fantasy. Sadly, it had to be with Xavier’s twin brother and not Xavier himself.

So, she planned to steal Xander away from Samantha completely, because she feared if Samantha succeeded in convincing Xander to prove she needed to be treated like every other slave, then it would be over for her.

“What are you looking at me for? The cat finally caught your tongue?” Samantha questioned, her gaze settled lazily on Michelle who was struggling to speak.

“Shut up!” Michelle snapped.

“I suppose I didn’t need to teach you to mind your tone when you’re speaking with me. Don’t make me correct you next time.”

Samantha’s lips twitched with a smile before she turned, and faced the tray she’d already placed on the counter before throwing away the blood-stained cotton wools in the trash, completely ignoring Michelle like she never existed.