Library
Search
Home / Romance / I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper / I’ll cut those hands off myself

Share

I’ll cut those hands off myself

Author: EliJa
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-05 00:02:00

Logan

I’ve always wondered how much a person could endure before they finally broke. How far someone had to fall before they completely shattered. But more than anything, I wondered how much she could take before the light in her eyes went out for good.

I watched Chloe from across the room, watched the way she stood there, her legs trembling slightly, but her back still straight. Her eyes didn’t move, they were fixed on Amelia. Or more specifically, on Amelia’s stomach.

She didn’t cry, or scream. She didn’t even flinch.

She just stared.

And for a brief second, it scared me. It was like she wasn’t even there anymore. Her body was in the room, breathing, blinking, but everything that made her Chloe was gone.

Her blue eyes, the ones that used to shine even when she was hiding her pain, were dull now.

Was this what the end looked like for her?

My mother’s voice broke through the silence.

“Well,” she said, “looks like your husband finally did his duty and got a woman pregnant. Even if sh
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Locked Chapter
Previous Chapter Next Chapter

Latest chapter

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    Was he really getting off on this?

    Chloe“The more, the merrier, right? After all, I’m just the barren woman who’ll raise them all for you.”The words left my mouth in mockery.Logan’s gaze locked on me, his face dark and unreadable. If looks could kill, I’d already be dead. But then again, wasn’t I already? Because that’s exactly how it felt.The way I’d lived all these years, I might as well have been a walking corpse. Because dead people don’t talk back. Dead people don’t flinch when they’re treated like trash. Dead people don’t think for themselves. Dead people don’t live, they just exist.So yes, I was a dead person. Logan’s hand tightened around my wrist, pulling a small whine from me. He held my gaze, and even through the anger burning in his eyes, I saw lust, desire, frustration, and that same sick madness I’d come to know too well. It made me sick, knowing that even in his rage, he could still want me like that.To make things worse, I felt the hard press of him against me, and my stomach turned. God, he was

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    What now, husband?

    Chloe As soon as Logan opened the door to our room, that familiar weight settled on my chest again. The air here always felt heavy, filled with memories I wanted to forget. I wanted to turn back, and escape before the door shut, but he was faster. The click of the latch behind me sounded like the lock of a cage.He released my wrist, exhaling sharply as his hand fell to his side. His face was flushed with anger, a vein pulsing at his temple. His jaw clenched, and he raked a hand through his hair, restless, like a man who didn’t know what to do with his rage.I stood near the wall, watching him. He was pissed as if he was the victim in all this. It almost made me laugh. Everything that had happened, the humiliation, the cruelty, the betrayal, had started with him. He was the reason I was treated like garbage by his family, why Amelia had the confidence to walk into my home as if she owned it. He had built my misery piece by piece, and now he looked like the one suffering.What right d

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    It is what it is

    Chloe All this time, I’d been asking questions about my memory, what happened to me, and why even Stella, who never hid anything from me, suddenly kept her mouth shut. But nobody answered, they danced around it, avoided my eyes, and changed the subject.At first, I thought they were just being careful. But now, as I looked at Amelia, clutching her stomach, I knew the truth.Amelia was pregnant with Logan's child.Could her pregnancy really be the reason I lost my memories? No. That was impossible. Even if Amelia and Logan had caused me to lose my child, finding out she was pregnant still wouldn’t have made me forget. I would have taken my anger out on them instead.And right now, even after learning the truth, I couldn’t even tell what I felt. Was it anger? Hatred? Or nothing at all?Which meant only one thing, something else had happened. Something bigger, that broke me in a way I didn’t want to remember.Whatever it was, it was worse than I imagined.I crossed my legs slowly, sinki

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    She wants to harm me!

    ChloeThere were many things Amelia had done to me. Many things one woman should never do to another. And yet, she did them all without hesitation.The funny thing was, I never truly hated her for any of those things. Why would I? She wouldn’t be the first person I had trusted who betrayed me. She wouldn’t be the first woman Logan found himself interested in either. But there was one thing, I could never forgive, and forget.It was the day I learned how truly dangerous women could be.Amelia had sex with Logan while I was screaming in pain, blood soaking down my legs. Even if she wanted him so badly, even if she wanted to secure her place in his bed, she didn’t have to keep moving on top of him while I begged for help. She didn’t have to look down at me with that gleam in her eyes, satisfaction curling her lips as she saw me suffer.Even if Logan refused to help, she could’ve called someone, but she didn’t. Instead, she let me crawl across the cold floor, trembling, my voice hoarse f

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper     I’d just messed with the wrong woman?

    Amelia One thing I’ve always known about this world, if you want to survive, no, if you want to win, you can’t wait for mercy. You have to carve your own way through, even if it means dragging others down along with you. Weakness doesn’t get you anywhere. Pity doesn’t feed you.That’s why I never hesitated the first time I seduced Logan White.Some people would call it betrayal, seducing the husband of the woman who once helped me when I was nothing but dirt on the floor. But to me? Logan wasn’t Chloe’s husband. He was an opportunity. He was the gateway to the kind of life I deserved, the life I had been craving for since I was a girl.A comfortable, luxurious, and secure life.Chloe could play her little saintly games all she wanted, seeing the good in people, helping them, only to get stabbed in the back. I wasn’t like her. I knew from a young age that kindness was just another word for foolishness.For me, men were like pawns, and puppets. Pull the right strings, show them they’re

  • I Mistook The Billionaire For A Stripper    We’ll stand by your side

    Chloe“I’m telling you, she hit her head. Maybe the memory loss is worse, her whole personality might have changed with her memory.”“I also think so. It’s like she became a completely different person. I mean, she was always obedient, but this is different. I’ve never seen her act so calmly.”“What is she planning?”“You know, who cares if she’s different? She’s exactly as we always wanted her. It’s good for us, Mother. Let’s use her as our slave.” Their laughter echoed in the living room.I stayed in the kitchen, knife gliding through onions. An apron was tied neatly around my waist, and I smiled, humming a soft tune as if the ridicule outside these walls didn’t exist. The maids glanced at me from the corners of their eyes. They knew what was being said in the other room, and by now they must have expected me to break down, fidget, and shrink like before, but instead, I acted indifferent.“Please, pass me the salt,” I said lightly.The head cook handed it to me, her movements hesi

More Chapters

You may also like

Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status