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Chapter 62
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2026-10-25 02:54:55
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No Longer The Ones Who Lose Chapter 63
The moment I reached his house I paused in the driveway, engine still running. His car was already there. Of course it was. I had gone back to the washing bay for my own vehicle and lost time; he had come straight from the station. By the time I stepped through the front door the sky outside had started to darken.He was sitting on the living-room sofa, one ankle resting over the opposite knee, phone in hand. He looked up when I entered, expression unreadable.I set my bag down harder than necessary.“What do you think of yourself?” The words came out sharp. “What was that performance at the station for? Acting like some kind of protective husband in front of the officers—you and I both know that is not what this is. Have you already forgotten the rules of this arrangement? No one is supposed to know we are even married. And don’t expect me to be moved because you ‘saved’ me. I could have handled that myself.”He stood slowly. The movement was unhurried, almost lazy, but something in
No Longer The Ones Who Lose Chapter 62
Ma’am, do you realize this is assault? You beat another woman badly. Look at her face.”I sat on the low bench outside the small station office, wrists still faintly sore from where the officers had pulled me off Nova. Across from me she held an ice pack to her cheek, eyes red and swollen, glaring at me with pure hatred. Something inside me—something that had been twisted tight for weeks—finally loosened.I would have beaten her more if they hadn’t stopped me.The thought sat in my chest with a dark, steady satisfaction. At least she had cried some of the tears I had been swallowing for far too long. The public shame, the wine, the demotion, the forced marriage—all of it had needed somewhere to go. For a few violent seconds it had gone into her.“Ma’am,” the officer repeated, voice sharper, “do you understand you are speaking to a police officer? I can make this much worse for you. Control your mouth and your temper.”I looked down, jaw tight. The relief of finally hitting back was st
No Longer The Ones Who Lose Chapter 61- Slapped
When I reached the house, the familiar smell of cooking met me at the door. My mother stood at the stove, wooden spoon in hand. The moment she turned and saw me, her face brightened in a way I had not allowed myself to hope for.“Valerie. My baby.”She set the spoon down and crossed the kitchen, pulling me into a tight hug before I could prepare an expression. For a second I stood rigid, then the warmth of her arms loosened something I had been holding too tightly all day. I let my own arms rise around her back.“How are you holding up there?” she asked, still not letting go.I was glad she had softened, truly glad, but I had no intention of telling her the truth. I was not going to explain that I had been publicly demoted by the same man I was forced to marry, that he was now my boss, or that every day under his roof felt like another quiet humiliation. I forced a small, steady smile.“I’m okay, Mum. I went back to work. I’ll adjust eventually. Don’t worry about me.”She pulled back
No Longer The Ones Who Lose Chapter 61- Demoted
I finally made it to his office, anger burning steady and hot under my skin. The worst part was that I could not simply walk in. The assistant stationed outside looked me over, checked a list on her screen, and informed me I was not on the schedule. I had to sit in the waiting area like any ordinary employee while other people went in and out. By the time my turn came, the frustration had sharpened into something colder. I pushed the door open without waiting for a second invitation and stepped inside.The office was larger than I remembered. Marcus’s old desk now sat under a different nameplate. Tristan did not look up immediately. He finished whatever he was writing, set the pen down with deliberate care, and only then leaned back in the chair.I exhaled hard.“Tristan, do you mind explaining yourself? What is going on?”A soft, dismissive sound left his throat. He still did not give me his full attention.“Who?”“Tristan,” I repeated, sharper this time. “I am talking to you.”Only
No Longer The Ones Who Lose Chapter 60
When the driver stopped in front of the gates, I leaned forward and stared. “Wait. Is this the right location?” He checked the address on his phone again. “Yes, ma’am. This is the address for Mr. Sinclaire.” I exhaled slowly and sat back. The house—if it could even be called a house—rose behind black iron gates like something from a magazine I used to flip through in waiting rooms. Wide stone steps, tall windows, manicured hedges lit by soft ground lights. For a second I almost told the driver to turn around. Then I remembered why I was here. Reputation. My mother’s face. The viral video that still lived in every corner of the internet. I had no clean choices left. “Okay,” I said. The gates opened. The moment the car stopped at the entrance, two maids in neat uniforms came down the steps. They greeted me with polite, practiced smiles and reached for my single suitcase before I could protest. “Welcome, ma’am.” I nodded, still half in disbelief, and followed them inside. The liv
No Longer The Ones Who Lose Chapter 59
When I stepped into the room he had assigned me, the size of it stopped me for a second. It was easily large enough for three ordinary bedrooms. A wide bed sat against one wall, the sheets crisp and untouched. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the grounds, letting in soft evening light. At least something about this arrangement wasn’t completely miserable.I set my suitcase on the bench at the foot of the bed and began unpacking. Folding shirts, hanging the few dresses I had brought, lining up my shoes in the closet—it felt strangely like moving into a dorm room with a stranger. Roommate rules. Separate spaces. No overlap. That was the only way I was going to survive this.Beneath the practical motions, a heavier sadness still sat in my chest. My life had been pulled apart by people who never deserved the space I gave them. Silas. Nova. And Tristan—especially Tristan. I smoothed the last blouse into place and closed the closet door a little harder than necessary.I sat on the e
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