CLAIMED BY MY EX-HUSBAND'S SADISTIC BOSS
Five years ago, a car crash killed Delphine Ravelle's parents and left her broken in more ways than one. Now she's trapped in a nightmare arranged marriage to Theron Whitmore, the physical therapist who "saved" her, then married her out of pity to avoid a scandal.
Theron doesn't love her. He makes that painfully clear every day. He sleeps in a different house, controls every cent she spends, and reminds her constantly that she should be grateful anyone wanted "damaged goods."
His mother Mireille—once Della's beloved "second mom"—has turned into her worst enemy, stealing Della's inheritance while treating her like an embarrassing burden the family can't shake off.
Then Della meets Theron's powerful and dangerously attractive boss. Where Theron sees a broken charity case, he sees a brilliant woman worth fighting for.
His kindness cracks something open inside her…something she thought died with her parents.
Their affair ignites a war. Theron and Mireille will destroy her rather than let her go. But Della's done being a victim.
Freedom comes at a brutal cost, though. Her passionate pursuit of love brings new demons and his obsessive need to protect her.
Sometimes the men who save you can also trap you. Can Della and her savior learn the difference between love and control before they destroy each other?
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Chapter: CH.5The sharp buzz of Della's mobile phone cut through the stifling quiet of the annex just past one in the afternoon.Della didn't need to check the display. Only one person called with such rigid, demanding punctuality.It had been barely four hours since Mireille had delivered her cruel monologue in the kitchen and walked out."Hayes is bringing the car around to the annex." Mireille's voice came through the speaker before Della could even part her lips, smooth and entirely unbothered. "Be outside in ten minutes. That silk you ruined yesterday was bespoke, and it cost a small fortune. Now we have to waste an entire afternoon sourcing a gown for an anniversary dinner you threw a tantrum over."Della sat on the edge of the mattress, picking at a loose thread on her oversized shirt.Mireille made it sound so effortless, twisting the entire miserable event around until Della was the only villain in the room.Della stared at the red end-call button on the screen. She wanted nothing more tha
Last Updated: 2026-09-16
Chapter: CH.4The next morning broke clear and crisp, the storm having washed the Thornfield sky into a sharp, brilliant blue.Della was sitting at her small kitchen table, reviewing her university notes on cognitive behavioral therapy, when the back door of the guest house clicked open without a knock.Mireille Whitmore stepped inside.Even in the casual morning hours, Mireille was a vision of immaculate, aristocratic perfection.She wore a tailored cream cashmere suit, her blonde-streaked hair styled in an elegant chignon, her double-strand pearl necklace gleaming at her throat."Delphine." Mireille greeted her, her eyes instantly sweeping over the kitchen with subtle judgment. "You're still in loungewear? It's past nine o'clock.""Good morning, Mireille." Della replied calmly, not rising from her chair. "I don't have lectures until this afternoon. And no clinic shift today."Mireille sat opposite Della. She didn't offer a kiss on the cheek or ask how Della was feeling after yesterday's downpour.
Last Updated: 2026-09-09
Chapter: CH.3The bus ride back to Thornfield was a slow, agonizing descent into hell.Della sat near the rear, squeezed into the corner seat by the fogged glass, clutching the Admiral's umbrella across her lap like a weapon.The radiator beneath her seat hissed violently, blowing dry, stale heat over her bare, waterlogged legs, but it did nothing to warm the ice settled deep inside her bones.Her thin white linen dress, still saturated and clinging like a cold second skin, left almost nothing to the imagination.Water dripped steadily from her hem, forming a puddle around her bare ankles.The fabric clung to every curve, every scar, every vulnerable inch of her body.Every eye on the crowded bus was fixed on her.The men stared with undisguised hunger, their eyes lingering over the translucent fabric plastered to her waist, her chest, and the faint outline of her undergarments.One man in a business suit didn't even bother hiding his interest, leaning forward in his seat, his tongue darting out to
Last Updated: 2026-09-09
Chapter: CH.2Lieutenant Theron Whitmore looked immaculate.His dress uniform was pristine, his brass buttons gleamed, and his dark brown hair was styled with crisp, military precision.He wasn't wearing a spare uniform. He was wearing his primary service dress, looking entirely unbothered, as if the panic-stricken phone call he'd made to her over two hours ago had never happened.He didn't look relieved to see her. He looked apoplectic."Delphine." Theron hissed, stepping into the alcove and grabbing her upper arm, pulling her deeper into the shadows away from the main hallway.His grip was tight enough to bruise. "What in God's name are you doing here?"Della blinked, staring at his pristine chest. "Theron... your uniform. You called me this morning. You told me you forgot it in your room at the main house, that you were going to be disciplined if you didn't have it for the Admiral's inspection...""I found a spare in my locker at the officer's quarters hours ago!" Theron snapped. "I tried callin
Last Updated: 2026-09-09
Chapter: CH.1The freezing deluge had long since turned Della’s white linen dress translucent, plastering the thin fabric to her ribs and the surgical scar winding down her right hip.The modest, high-collared piece chosen specifically to satisfy her mother-in-law Mireille's rigid standards for "appropriate naval spousal attire" was completely ruined.Her teeth clicked violently together. Every breath felt like inhaling crushed glass, yet her numb, bloodless fingers refused to slacken their grip on the heavy canvas garment bag.She hunched her shoulders, curving her spine to form a human canopy over the bag.Not a single drop was allowed to touch his uniform, even as her own blood turned to slush."I've already told you, miss," the gate guard said from the dry warmth of his glass booth. "Civilians aren't permitted past the perimeter without prior clearance logged in the system. Recruits don't get visitors on non-visiting days."He didn’t bother looking up from his terminal, though his eyes had alre
Last Updated: 2026-09-09
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