LOGINAfter dinner, Chloe walked into her father’s room. She sat by Marcus Bishop’s bed, her fingers interlaced with his limp, weathered hand. He looked peaceful, as if he were merely taking a long nap, but the machines humming in the background told a different story."Dad," she whispered, her voice cracking. "How much longer are you going to sleep? Why won't you wake up?"Memories of his stern lectures and high expectations flooded her mind, no longer feeling like burdens, but like lost anchors. "I’m so sorry I didn't listen to you back then. If I could turn back time, I’d be the daughter who made you proud. I wouldn't let myself live this... this pathetic life."She thought about her past self—the girl who was so utterly devoted to Liam Martin. Back then, she believed that as long as she had him, she didn't need to learn anything. She was content to stay home, raise children, and let him be her safe harbor.Now, she realized that the only unconditional support in this world came from her
The dining room of the Bishop Manor felt cavernous after Xavier’s sudden departure. Madam Bishop watched her daughter pick at her food, the vibrant young woman now replaced by a person who seemed to be treading on thin ice within her own mind."So, another fight?" Madam Bishop asked gently, breaking the silence. "He looked like he was settling in for dinner, then he came down from your room with a face like thunder and vanished."Chloe Bishop shook her head slowly, her eyes fixed on her reflection in the polished silverware. "We didn't fight.""Then why did he leave so abruptly?"Chloe offered no answer. The conversation in the bedroom—the raw, bleeding truth of her trauma—wasn't something she could translate into casual dinner talk."Will he be here for Baby Bella’s celebration tomorrow?" Madam Bishop pressed."Whatever he wants," Chloe replied, her voice devoid of emotion. "He comes if he wants to, and no one can force him if he doesn't."Madam Bishop sighed. To her, this had all th
Xavier pulled away abruptly, his breath hitching as he stared down at the woman beneath him. A turbulent wave of emotion—one he couldn't name or suppress—swirled in his chest.He had initiated that kiss. Not out of punishment, and not out of cold obligation.Chloe Bishop blinked, the hollow void in her eyes slowly focusing back onto Xavier’s face. When she spoke, her voice was calm, but it carried the weight of a thousand unspoken grievances. "Continue. Why stop? Don't you always prefer taking what you want by force? Go on.""Chloe, that’s enough."Xavier released her, a flicker of inexplicable shame burning beneath his skin."What? Do you find me repulsive now?" Chloe let out a sharp, jagged laugh. "Don't worry. Regardless of how many men you think I’ll have in the future, as of this moment, this body is still 'clean.' There’s been no one but you.""Chloe Bishop!"Xavier’s hand flew to her throat, his fingers tightening in a display of raw, frustrated power. "Do not push your luck."
The bruise on Chloe Bishop’s knee was a violent, jagged stain against her alabaster skin—like a drop of black ink splattered across the finest white jade. It was a sight that demanded pity, yet Chloe’s expression remained as cold and distant as a winter moon.She pulled the hem of her floral dress down, smoothing the fabric with trembling fingers. "It’s just a fall," she said, her voice airy and detached. "I’m not dead yet."Xavier’s eyes narrowed at her indifference. "Your mother says you suffered a 'shock.' From where I’m standing, you seem perfectly composed."Chloe’s gaze slowly drifted from the window to Xavier’s face. She studied him with an intensity that bordered on predatory, searching for a crack in his armor, a flicker of guilt, or a tell-tale sign of deception. "The things beneath that cellar... do you truly not know what’s down there?"Xavier didn't flinch. "What exactly are you implying is down there?"Chloe searched for a shadow of a lie, but she found nothing. Either h
After Madam Bishop left the room, Chloe reached under her pillow and pulled out the yellow paper. Realizing it was a spiritual talisman, a flash of primal terror flickered in her eyes, quickly followed by a profound sense of confusion.The thought of returning to the Grayson Estate was a physical weight on her chest—a recurring nightmare she couldn't wake from. After the cold-blooded cruelty Xavier had shown her, she couldn't simply "reset." She couldn't perform the role of the submissive wife, nor could she imagine sharing a bed with the man who had buried her in the dark.How do I end this marriage?A wave of bitter regret washed over her. She thought back to that day in her father’s office when Xavier had given her a choice—to walk away or stay. She had lacked the courage then, tethered by duty and fear for the Bishop Group’s future. Now, that lack of courage felt like a death sentence.The Unyielding GuestMadam Bishop descended the stairs, fully expecting the "Demon CEO" to have
Xavier reached out and gripped the edge of the silk duvet, pulling it back with a sharp, decisive motion. He found Chloe Bishop fully dressed in the warm tracksuit Vince had provided, her small frame curled into a protective ball. His eyes narrowed as they swept over her pale features."Chloe. Get up."His voice was a cold command, the tone he used in boardrooms to snap subordinates to attention. But Chloe remained motionless, her consciousness anchored deep in the sedative slumber provided by Old Mrs. Tang."Stop shouting at her."Madam Bishop stepped into the room, her face tight with a maternal fury she usually reserved for business rivals. She glared at Xavier, her voice trembling but resolute. "Chloe has suffered a severe shock. Tomorrow is Baby Bella’s one-month celebration. She will be staying here at the Bishop Manor for the next few days."Xavier didn't immediately agree or disagree. He simply looked at Madam Bishop with an expressionless, unblinking gaze. It was a look that







