로그인Chapter 258: Who's Next? ReeseMy first reaction was to laugh.Not a chuckle. Not a scoff. But a full, unrestrained, almost hysterical laugh tore from my chest. I threw my head back and laughed so hard that tears spilled from my eyes, my ribs aching with every breath I dragged in between fits. He couldn’t be serious. He couldn’t possibly be serious. There were limits to madness—even for him.My body shook under the weight of it as I dragged my hands through my hair, pulling at the roots like I needed pain to remind me this wasn’t some elaborate, sick joke.Because what?What sane man announces a forced marriage like he’s assigning a business contract?“Are you done?” my father asked calmly, as if he hadn’t just casually detonated my life. As if he hadn’t just mapped out my entire future without bothering to consult me first. That alone made me laugh harder.I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, still experiencing aftershocks from the laughter. “Thank you, Father. I haven’t
Chapter 257: Lauren White ReeseThe first thing I noticed when Savannah walked in wasn’t exactly her. It was her dress. It clung to her like it had been stitched onto her body with intention—not modest, not careless either, but deliberate. Too deliberate.I didn’t send that. And that thought alone made my jaw tighten.Asking her where she got it from or why she was wearing it would have seemed some kind of way. Possessive. Controlling. And more than anything, utterly embarrassing for her in front of people who were already watching too closely. So I kept my mouth shut, forcing my expression into something neutral, blank.Until…Randall asked her to move over to the right.That was when I knew.That asshole just wanted to hear her speak. I bet his twisted mind got off on that. He wanted to hear her voice. He wanted to hear her soft, feminine, vulnerable voice in a crowded room. He had no right to be hungry for something he had no right craving in the first place. And what better way
Chapter 256: To The RightSavannah Clop, clop, clop.That was the first thing I heard that morning. Hooves. Heavy and mighty ones. Striking the earth again and again in a sharp, rhythmic pattern that echoed through the walls of the manor.The sound tore me out of sleep immediately. I jolted upright, heart slamming hard against my ribs, breath coming too fast. For a moment, I didn’t even know where I was. The unfamiliar ceiling loomed above me, high and ornate, the curtains heavy and the room still a little dark even with morning light trying to push through.Then memory rushed back.Blackwood Manor. Roman flown here. Dinner last night. Riley’s words. Ryan’s hand on my throat. The warning in his voice. The fear that hadn’t quite left my bones.The sound came again—closer this time. A horse snorted.Someone shouted sharply, impatient, commanding. “So fucking useless! This animal!” “Are you serious?” I muttered, irritation cutting through my lingering fear.I shoved the covers aside
Chapter 255: The Model Husband Savannah Alex must’ve noticed the way my shoulders curled inward, the way my hand hovered protectively over my stomach.“Alright,” he said suddenly, clapping his hands once. “Let’s go.”“Go where?” I asked weakly.“Outside. Before you pass out or stab someone. Reese—come on.” He hooked an arm around my shoulders, steering me gently away. “Let’s go for a smoke.”“I don’t smoke,” I protested automatically.He snorted. “Yeah, I know. Of course you don't. I wasn’t talking to you.”Reese shook his head but followed as Alex led us through the manor.The walk felt endless.Down the grand staircase, past long corridors lined with portraits that seemed to watch me, through heavy doors and into the night air. The grounds of Blackwood Manor stretched out before us—immaculate lawns, stone paths, the sound of water from the fountain at the center of the courtyard.It was beautiful. And yet, terrifying.Men stood stationed along the perimeter, dressed in dark suits,
Chapter 254: Big Joe Savannah “You’ve got some nerve,” Ryan said, his voice low and chilling, “coming in here and thinking you can threaten me.”His hand was still at my throat.I grabbed his wrist instinctively, trying to pry his fingers loose, but he only tightened his grip. Pressure built fast and sharp, cutting off my breath.“Ryan—let go,” I choked.A smile tugged at his mouth. Not amused. Not cruel. Just confident.“Not so tough now, are you?”Something hot and feral snapped inside me. And with my free hand, I swung.The sound of the slap echoed. His head turned slightly with the impact. For a split second, his grip loosened.I sucked in air greedily, staggering back, my lungs burning. My neck throbbed where his fingers had been, already tender, already bruising.“You bastard,” I spat, rubbing my throat. “What is wrong with you?!” Ryan slowly lifted a hand to his cheek, fingertips brushing the spot where I’d struck him. He looked almost… incredulous. As if the idea that I’d d
Chapter 253: Calder Hudson Savannah When Reginald pushed his chair back and stood, I was ready for the axe to fall.I felt it in my bones—that familiar tightening in my chest that came whenever power decided to remind you exactly where you stood beneath it. I expected him to announce that my decision was irrelevant, that my stubborn defiance had merely entertained him, that my time here was over. I expected a dismissal. Punishment. Retaliation. Instead, he simply stood. Very slowly.The scrape of wood against marble echoed far louder than it should have in the vast dining hall. Every movement he made felt calculated, choreographed, as though he knew every pair of eyes—mine included—was trained on him. And he loved it. He reached for his cane and Cassandra rose beside him at once, smooth and silent, like she’d rehearsed it a thousand times. And I noticed, unlike the first time I met her. She rarely spoke. She'd never said a word all night. Then Reginald spoke, dragging me out of







