The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 312

Owen lifted her chin, tilting her face up to his. He leaned in, about to kiss her, but Petty twisted away, using every ounce of strength she had left.

“Is this what you call love?” Her voice was quieter than she wanted, but she kept it steady, trying to calm Owen before things spiraled even more.

“We grew up together,” she said. “Honestly, I never liked you that much because you always picked on me. Still, I never gave up on you. I always thought if you wanted to, you could be better.”

That look in her eyes—that disappointment—made Owen’s brows knit together as he looked away, almost like her gaze had burned him. He let go of her waist and stood, crossing the room. He poured himself a heavy drink and downed it in one go. Laura’s words echoed in his mind, sharp and cold. She’d laughed at him. Said he was useless, too scared to be bad but too stubborn to be good. Said he’d always be a nobody.

Maybe she was right. His hesitation had shoved Petty straight into Franco’s arms.

The alcohol started buzzing in his blood. Everything felt sharper. He looked at Petty, realizing she was trying to goad him into letting her go. When his men had brought her in, her phone screen had been lit up with news about Franco. Even with Franco’s ruined reputation, she was still thinking about him.

He poured another drink, then set the bottle down with a thud and fixed his gaze on the woman lying in bed. Something dark flickered in his eyes. If being the villain was the only way to keep her, maybe tonight he’d stop holding back.

So she wouldn’t accept him? He had plenty of ways to make sure she’d have no choice. Sooner or later, she was going to need him.

Petty watched as he picked up a small dark bottle from the table, fear curling tight in her chest. Realizing what he was planning, she tried to crawl away. Her body barely responded. She remembered the airport lounge. She had fought off Owen’s bodyguards and thought she’d escaped, but it turned out everyone else in that lounge had been part of Owen’s setup. Someone had drugged her—she’d barely seen it coming.

Now, weakness stole through her limbs. All she could do was speak.

Owen walked toward her, unscrewing the bottle cap.

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