Chapter 380-I Am A Fucking Victim

Gigi:

"You know, I would appreciate it if you would just tell me instead of leaving me in the dark," I said.

Ragnar nodded, but the way he leaned farther back in his chair unsettled me.

Whenever Ragnar became too comfortable, you knew he was about to say something unpleasant.

"Tell me something, Gigi." He cleared his throat. "Why did you have videos of Jenna on your phone?"

The question hit me like a wrecking ball.

My posture almost stiffened, but I forced myself to remain calm.

"What?" I asked, making it sound as though even the question had caught me completely off guard.

"I checked the deleted files on your phone. There were videos of Jenna."

His jaw tightened, and for the first time, I felt genuinely afraid of him.

Then it hit me.

When they recovered my phone from the car where I’d abandoned it, Ragnar must have had all the data extracted.

That realization stunned me.

While I had been missing, he’d been going through my phone.

Or maybe he’d done it while I was in the hospital. He could’ve used my thumbprint to unlock it.

"I asked you a question."

His voice pulled me back to reality.

"That’s not possible," I replied confidently. "Is this some kind of test? Because I know for a fact there were never any videos of her on my phone, let alone videos that I deleted."

I scoffed and shook my head.

"Gigi, look at this."

Ragnar opened his laptop and turned it toward me.

"This was recovered from your deleted files."

He pointed toward the thumbnails.

Jenna was clearly visible in them.

From what I could tell, Ragnar had managed to recover most of the deleted thumbnails, which probably explained why he looked so furious.

Maybe seeing those images one after another, knowing what my brother had done to a girl from his own family, had pushed him over the edge.

"I don’t understand."

I reached for the laptop.

Ragnar slammed it shut.

The sharp sound made me jerk back in my seat.

I stared at him in disbelief.

"You said you didn’t know anything." This time, he didn’t bother controlling his voice.

"I swear I don’t." I made myself sound stunned. "Is that why you’ve been so distant from me?"

"That isn’t an answer to my question, Gigi."

I could tell he’d already lost his patience.

And honestly, I could imagine what was going through his mind.

He was probably furious.

I could practically see the image he’d had of me beginning to fall apart behind his eyes.

"Ragnar, I was sick, and you were going through my phone?"

I immediately let my voice crack, slipping into tears.

"And as for those videos, I swear I knew nothing about them. Oliver used to take my phone all the time. I never kept it locked from him. Whenever one of his girlfriends blocked him, he’d use my phone to call them and beg them to take him back. At least, that’s what he told me."

I wiped at my face.

"I didn’t know he had sent those videos to my phone. I don’t know why he did it. Only Oliver can explain that. He used to hide important things in different folders on my phone because he knew no one would dare hack the Alpha King’s girlfriend’s phone."

I kept talking, trying to force myself to cry harder.

"Do you seriously think that if I’d known what Oliver was doing, I wouldn’t have known about Rocky too? They were obviously connected somehow. If I knew everything, do you really think I would’ve allowed myself to be kidnapped?"

The words were spilling out faster than I could control them.

I didn’t even know what I was saying anymore. I was just talking, desperately trying to keep the story together.

"The fact that you think I’d knowingly keep videos of women like that on my phone..." I hiccupped and covered my mouth. "You actually think I was involved?"

"I didn’t say you were involved," Ragnar replied. "I said you might have known. I thought maybe your brother told you something or showed you the videos."

That was all it took.

I shot out of my chair.

"Gigi, sit down. We’re talking like mature adults," Ragnar warned.

"No. You’re not talking to me. You’re accusing me." My voice rose. "Do you even understand what happened to me there?"

His eyes widened.

I had never screamed at him before.

But maybe this was the right time.

"What Rocky did to me, Ragnar, I carry that inside me every single day, and you’re sitting here questioning me about this?" I shouted. "Is this why you’ve stopped calling me? Because you think I was involved? So suddenly, what Rocky did to me doesn’t matter anymore?"

My breathing became ragged as I forced myself into a panic.

The door suddenly flew open.

Jaguar and Theodore rushed inside.

"What is going on in here? We could hear the shouting from outside," Theodore demanded.

I pointed toward all of them.

"What do you people think I am? You think I’m just like Oliver? Oliver did those things. I didn’t!"

I pressed a hand against my chest.

My knees suddenly buckled beneath me.

"Gigi."

This time, Theodore and Jaguar weren’t the only ones who called my name.

Ragnar did too as he hurried toward me.

"No. Don’t touch me!" I screamed. "Just leave me alone, please. I don’t want anyone touching me because every fucking touch reminds me of his fucking hands."

I clawed at my arms.

"Gigi, stop."

Jaguar rushed forward and caught my wrist.

"No! Let me go. I’m done with all of this." My voice broke into another sob. "I don’t even know why I survived. Why did you save me? If I’m such a horrible person that you think I was involved in everything, then you should’ve just let me die."

The more I screamed, the harder my heart began to pound.

At that point, even I became frightened by how violently it was beating.

"Gigi, look at us. Calm down," Jaguar pleaded.

Instead, I let my body go limp.

"Oh my God, she’s passing out," Theodore exclaimed.

A second later, someone lifted me into his arms.

From the strength of the hold and the familiar way his fingers settled around me, I knew immediately that it was Ragnar.

Next time, he would think a thousand times before accusing me again.