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Escaping From My Ruthless Husband Let her go
Alessandro,"Don't you want to meet that person? Or ask him any questions?" I asked as I gently turned the steering wheel, guiding the car into the driveway. My voice was calm, careful. But inwardly, I watched her like a man waiting to be wounded.She held the bouquet I had given her—a lush arrangement of pale peonies, soft and fragile like the vulnerability she kept buried so well. Her arms curled around the stems as if afraid someone might take them away. It was more than a gesture of thanks. It was the way she held them to her chest that made my throat tighten."No," she said, her tone firm but not cold. "I don’t question the people who are no longer important to me. My mother and that man—whatever they’ve done to me, they’ll pay the consequences."Her voice carried weight. It wasn't anger, it was conviction—quiet, hardened, and long carried. I turned to look at her more fully, and for a moment, I just watched the way her jaw stayed steady, her eyes fixed forward. No tremble. No do
Escaping From My Ruthless Husband A habit
"Are you alright?" Alessandro asked while entering the car, his voice quieter than usual, softer even, as though he wasn’t sure if he should speak.Embarrassment flushed my face as I nodded quietly, my fingers curled tightly around the hem of my coat. I didn’t imagine that one word would make me break down. Since I was twelve, I had been doing everything to survive. I had raised walls around myself, built defenses from scraps of willpower and silence. I had always refused to be a burden on anyone. It was the one promise I made to myself after my father left. But in all these years, nobody had ever looked at me like that—genuinely concerned, not out of duty or pity. Nobody ever hugged me and told me I survived with dignity, that I did everything no one else could have done."I apologize! I dirtied your handkerchief!" I whispered. My fingers gently brushed the delicate fabric, still faintly damp. His scent lingered on it—crisp and warm, like cedarwood laced with a ghost of something swe
Escaping From My Ruthless Husband Proud of her
Mauve,I looked around in front of the small café nestled near the woods. It was quaint, with hanging planters full of blooming petunias and wooden tables that carried the scent of strong espresso and sweet pastries. Despite the heavy tension that had swept through the pack recently, this little place still clung to some sort of normalcy. A few people sat at scattered tables, sipping coffee or eating pastries, speaking in low murmurs. The stress of the plague still lingered, but it seemed, for a moment, that some had chosen to breathe.My eyes drifted to the glass display inside the café, catching sight of cakes glistening under the warm lights. Frosted chocolate, creamy fruit tarts, and fluffy mousse towers lined up like temptations in a dream. My stomach growled slightly.I tried to ignore it.I was waiting for Alessandro. My heartbeat thudded with a strange rhythm—not nervousness, but not ease either. Something in between. A sense of anticipation that wrapped tightly around my ches
Escaping From My Ruthless Husband Healing her family
MauveA soft knock on the door of a small cabinet in the outskirts of the woods made a few hurried yet calm steps echo through the quiet forest clearing. I, clenching the hem of my summer dress, stood on the porch, the breeze playing with my silver strands as I waited for Uncle George to answer.After asking Carl to find him, I learned that Uncle George and Aunt Blair were still alive. Aunt Blair had left the pack with her children, seeking safety beyond the pack’s influence. But Uncle George had stayed behind, choosing to remain closer, living separately in the shadows of the place he once called home.The wooden door creaked open, revealing the man who once helped me pick herbs, who wrapped my scraped knees with bandages soaked in eucalyptus. His tall figure stepped out, a sniper cradled in his arms, caution carved into every line of his face."Who are you? What are you doing here?" he asked, lifting the sniper slightly, eyes sharp and unreadable."Hello, George," I said, softly. "I
Escaping From My Ruthless Husband A future.
Mauve,I rested my back on the pillow while clutching the blanket tighter around my chest. The last hour had been nothing short of an emotional rollercoaster. Not because of the anticipation of the mate bond clawing at both of us, or the fact that we had crossed a line despite everything. But because of the visions—they had returned. Silent, searing flashes in my head that left my skin damp with sweat and my heart galloping."How are you feeling?" Alessandro's voice was quiet, almost hesitant, as he approached me with a cup of tea. He sounded more like a man tiptoeing around something fragile rather than an Alpha. His steps were soft, his expression unreadable but respectful."Fine," I murmured, reaching for the cup. My fingers brushed his slightly and a spark shot through me. My heart thudded, pounding hard against my ribs. My cheeks warmed.He didn’t sit on the bed. Instead, he dragged the chair closer and sat down slowly, as though giving me the space to breathe. His eyes lingered
Escaping From My Ruthless Husband Intentional
Alessandro"We have blocked the entire coast. But who created this passageway, Alpha?" Julian, my second Beta, placed a thick folder on the desk, his voice laced with concern.I barely looked up as I signed the final line of a border patrol report. A few weeks had passed since our return from the Golden Moon Pack. The previous Beta had lost control, turning feral without reason. But before he descended into madness, he left behind crucial intel about a hidden passageway on the eastern coast.When I visited the location myself, something unnatural settled in my gut. The discomfort wasn’t just physical—it was spiritual, something deeper. My wolf reacted violently, a primal growl constantly vibrating in my chest. It was like being pulled toward an abyss.I still didn’t understand what cursed energy lingered there, but I was certain of one thing.This passageway wasn’t just a forgotten trail.It was the root."Have you noticed anything unusual? Something you can't explain?" I asked, scann
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