Page 50 of King of Rage

Everything fell silent.

Juliet froze, her mouth falling open. Even the background music seemed to fade beneath the stunned silence that filled the room.

“Jesus Christ,” Xavier muttered, rubbing his jaw as he stared at Lucius. “Did she just slap him? He’s going to lose his fucking mind.”

Triston, meanwhile, looked across the room at Catherine, who was still glaring at Stella.

“Open your eyes and look closely,” Stella snapped at Lucius.

Lucius stood with his head lowered, seemingly stunned by the slap. He slowly lifted his face, his expression dazed with both shock and drunken confusion.

“Your girlfriend is right there,” Stella gritted out impatiently. “I’m not Catherine. Come to your senses!”

Lucius stared at her for a moment, his expression blank with drunken confusion. His dark eyes remained fixed on her face as though he were trying to make sense of what she had just said.

His brows drew together.

Then, with a slight turn of his head, he looked toward Catherine.

His gaze traveled over her with open confusion, as though he were seeing a stranger standing in front of him.

“What’s a Catherine?” he muttered.

Before Stella could even catch her breath, Lucius turned back to her. His hands immediately came up to cup her face, his large palms holding her cheeks as he pulled her close. His head dipped, and he kissed her on the mouth.

Stella struggled against his hold, pushing at him as he kissed her, but Lucius did not let her go. He held her firmly and deepened the kiss, completely ignoring her attempts to pull away.

Behind them, Juliet started to giggle.

Catherine, however, seemed to have completely lost her mind with anger.

“What the fuck are you doing, Lucius? Let her go!” she shouted again.

She started toward them, but stopped herself before getting too close. She knew Lucius well enough to know that approaching him abruptly and making him angry was not something she dared to do. Even drunk, he was still intimidating, and Catherine knew better than to provoke him when he was already in a dangerous mood.

At the same time, seeing him kiss Stella was driving her completely over the edge. Her face turned bright red, her expression twisting with fury as she stood rigidly at the back of the room, glaring at them.

Xavier covered his mouth with one fist, a restrained smile tugging at his lips. He looked away from the couple and deliberately pretended he was not watching them kiss.

Cassian, on the other hand, shifted his attention toward Juliet.

His gaze fell on the phone in her hand, and he immediately noticed that a video call was ongoing. Everyone who had been unable to come to the club was watching the entire event unfold through her phone, getting a live stream of the events.

Cassian looked at her, one eyebrow lifting.

“Did you video call everyone?” he asked.

“Of course.” Juliet answered without the slightest hint of shame. “I wasn’t going to let them miss this.”

She gave him a wide smile before glancing down at the screen. Their friends were also laughing on the video call, watching everything unfold.

Meanwhile, Stella continued struggling to free herself from Lucius’s hold.

He finally released her when she grew tired.

Stella immediately stepped back from him, putting as much distance between them as she could. She watched him cautiously, her body tense as she kept her eyes on him.

She knew from experience that once Lucius started kissing her, it was difficult to get away from him. It never stopped at one kiss. He would keep pulling her back and kissing her over and over again.