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Chapter 67
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2026-11-13 01:41:04
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No Longer The Ones Who Lose Chapter 67
When I finally stepped into Tristan’s private residence that evening, I was genuinely surprised to see the front windows glowing with bright, warm lights. *Was he already back?* Jesus, the absolute last thing in this world I wanted to see after my exhausting, stressful day at the office was his face. But since I had nowhere else to go and this was legally my home now too, I pushed open the heavy front door and walked in slowly.“There you are!”I froze, blinking in surprise at the sound of a familiar, cultured voice echoing from the living room. It wasn't Tristan. It was Mrs. Sinclaire.I let out a soft sigh, instantly straightening my posture and forcing a polite, genuine smile onto my face. Unlike her son, Joanna Sinclaire had actually carried herself with a degree of grace and respect when we met, so I had no reason to frown at her.“Good evening, Ma’am,” I greeted her warmly, stepping into the lounge.She beamed, waving a dismissive hand. “Oh, come on, dear! Don’t call me ‘Ma’am’—
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“Okay, what brings the three of you here?” I demanded first, stepping up to the edge of the cubicle. “Sir, how does this company even operate? How can a junior, delicate girl be single-handedly assigned to move all these massive archive boxes? How is that remotely fair? She’s young—can the men in this department not do it?”Tristan paused, looking between me and his assistant, Nella.Nella immediately folded her arms defensively. “Sir, you told me to pick someone to clear the basement backlog, and I chose her. I specifically instructed her to pick any men from the floor to supervise them while they did the heavy lifting. I was just following your directives when she barged into your office.”I let out a sharp, incredulous breath. *Are you kidding me? Are you for real right now?*“So you mean you told her to pick men to do the labor?” I challenged.Tristan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fine. Let’s hear it from the girl herself. Camilla, step forward.”Camilla wiped a stray
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Valarie Waking up early, I completely forgot that all the household maids were away on their scheduled day off. I let out a heavy sigh. It wasn’t like I wasn't used to doing things for myself from my life before, but rushing around meant I was cutting it close. I had to eat something quick before leaving for Rashford Industries.Tying a cotton apron around my waist, I pulled out a bag of flour and a carton of eggs. A stray puff of flour floated up, dusting getting on my face and nose. I had a sudden craving for pancakes, so I whipped up a small, modest portion—after all, I wasn't about to cook a feast for myself in this cold, hostile house.Moving quickly and efficiently since I had woken up early, I fried them up to a golden brown, poured a glass of cold juice, and sat down to eat. Once I finished, I diligently washed my plate, wiped down the counter, and dried my hands.As I turned around from the kitchen sink, I let out an angry, startled gasp.Tristan was standing right there lea
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“Mommy, mommy... I want to sleep next to you, I’m scared,” a small, sweet voice whispered.I looked up, smiling softly as little Leo was lifted gently off the floor by Silas.“Is my little boy scared?” Silas asked, his voice dripping with paternal warmth.“Yes, Dad, I’m scared,” Leo mumbled, rubbing his sleepy eyes.Silas kissed the top of his head. “Okay, let’s take you to your room and sleep in your bed. Mum isn’t feeling too good tonight.”Leo nodded sleepily. “I love you, baby,” I said, leaning over to press a tender kiss on his forehead as well. Silas shot me a slow, knowing wink, and together father and son walked out of the bedroom.As I watched them leave, a wave of deep, intoxicating triumph washed over me. I smiled, feeling a thrill run down my spine. Everything I had ever dreamed of, everything I had schemed and clawed my way toward, was finally right here in the palm of my hands. I had the devoted husband, the immense wealth, and my precious child—we were all going to live
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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
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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
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