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CH.8
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2026-09-20 23:58:47
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CLAIMED BY MY EX-HUSBAND'S SADISTIC BOSS CH.8
DELLAThe Mercedes glided into the dim, subterranean parking level beneath Maison Vane, stopping inside the private executive bay.Hayes cut the engine and the silence that followed was thick, almost unbearable."You can't walk into that boutique looking like this," Mireille said at last.The cruelty was gone, replaced by a thin, desperate edge. "Your face is marked. Madame Vane is a gossip monger.""Give me your bag." My voice was flat, devoid of any warmth.Mireille was displeased with my tone before pushing her designer clutch across the seat.I opened it without care, taking out the gold compact and a small square of embroidered linen.When I glanced into the small mirror, the reflection made my breath catch.I looked entirely hollowed out. Dark, bruised purple hollows shadowed my hazel eyes, and a crimson cut sat starkly on the high crest of my swollen cheekbone.I looked like a ghost that had wandered out of a wreckage.My hands moved with a slow, mechanical numbness.I dabbed t
CLAIMED BY MY EX-HUSBAND'S SADISTIC BOSS CH.7
DELLAThe heavy diamond on Mireille's ring caught the high crest of my cheekbone, splitting the delicate brown skin.My head snapped sideways.Pippin let out a frightened yowl, burrowing deeper into the folds of my coat.The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the distant murmur of the ocean tide.A trickle of warm crimson traced down my cheek, dripping slowly onto my dark collar. My skin stung violently, radiating heat.I didn't lift a hand to touch it.Instead, a quiet, breathless sound escaped my throat. A trembling laugh. Then another. Tears spilled over my lashes, mixing with the blood on my skin."Delphine... you've lost your mind." Mireille stepped back with a sudden, unnerved flutter of genuine fear."No. I've just finally seen you clearly." A bitter, soul-crushing grief washed over me.I wiped the blood from my cheek, my hazel eyes blazing.Every instinct in my body screamed at me to turn around and walk away into the fog. To carry Pippin down the highway and
CLAIMED BY MY EX-HUSBAND'S SADISTIC BOSS CH.6
DELLAHayes's heavy boot slammed onto the brake pedal.The anti-lock brakes stuttered violently, throwing both of us forward.The seatbelts bit into our shoulders as the massive Maybach skidded.Its tires tore into the asphalt before jarring to a halt less than two feet from a small creature huddled on the double yellow line."Stupid vermin. You should have kept driving, Hayes. The municipal council really ought to clear out these woods." Mireille cursed, smoothing her pristine skirt.I wasn't listening.My breath trapped in my throat, lodging like a shard of ice behind my breastbone.The cat crouched low on the cold blacktop, ears flattened in terror. Its ribs protruded sharply beneath a filthy coat of patchwork ginger, white, and black.On its left ear was a clean, distinct notch, the exact mark from a veterinary procedure three years ago.Pippin."It's Pippin." A wave of sheer disbelief and overwhelming relief crashed through my chest and my hands shook in my lap."Don't be absurd.
CLAIMED BY MY EX-HUSBAND'S SADISTIC BOSS CH.5
DELLAThe sharp buzz of my mobile phone cut through the stifling quiet of the annex just past one in the afternoon.I 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 I could even part my 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."I sat on the edge of the mattress, picking at a loose thread on my oversized shirt.Mireille made it sound so effortless, twisting the entire miserable event around until I was the only villain in the room.I stared at the red end-call button on the screen. I wanted nothing more than to hang up, but the su
CLAIMED BY MY EX-HUSBAND'S SADISTIC BOSS CH.4
DELLAThe next morning broke clear and crisp, the storm having washed the Thornfield sky into a sharp, brilliant blue.I was sitting at my small kitchen table, reviewing my 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 me, her eyes instantly sweeping over the kitchen with subtle judgment. "You're still in loungewear? It's past nine o'clock.""Good morning, Mireille." I replied calmly, not rising from my chair. "I don't have lectures until this afternoon. And no clinic shift today."Mireille sat opposite me. She didn't offer a kiss on the cheek or ask how I was feeling after yesterday's downpour."Theron came
CLAIMED BY MY EX-HUSBAND'S SADISTIC BOSS CH.3
DELLAThe bus ride back to Thornfield was a slow, agonizing descent into hell.I sat near the rear, squeezed into the corner seat by the fogged glass, clutching the Admiral's umbrella across my lap like a weapon.The radiator beneath my seat hissed violently, blowing dry, stale heat over my bare, waterlogged legs, but it did nothing to warm the ice settled deep inside my bones.My thin white linen dress, still saturated and clinging like a cold second skin, left almost nothing to the imagination.Water dripped steadily from my hem, forming a puddle around my bare ankles.The fabric clung to every curve, every scar, every vulnerable inch of my body.Every eye on the crowded bus was fixed on me.The men stared with undisguised hunger, their eyes lingering over the translucent fabric plastered to my waist, my chest, the faint outline of my undergarments.One man in a business suit didn't even bother hiding his interest, leaning forward in his seat, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
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