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Chapter 11: Signed
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2026-04-01 19:59:18
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Now, Call Me Mother Chapter 11: Signed
"Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you for this?"Thaddeus didn't wait for an answer. He took another step, his presence bringing with it the suffocating stench of expensive scotch and the entitlement of a man who had never been told no. He didn't look at the leather folder in my hand; his eyes were too busy performing a slow, revolting inventory of my body."Actually, I think I like this version of you," he purred, a sickening, familiar smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. He reached out, not to strike me, but to run a thick, sweaty finger along the plunging neckline of my gown. "Who knew that under those drab aprons and basement shadows, there was actually a woman worth looking at? I suppose I should thank the old man for cleaning the dirt off my shoes before returning them to me."I felt a wave of nausea so strong I had to grit my teeth to keep from gagging. I stood like a statue of ice, my pulse steady, my eyes locked on his."You look delicious, Ronnie. Truly,"
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The interior of the Rolls Royce was a tomb of black leather and suffocating silence. I sat as far from him as the wide bench seat would allow, my gloved hands clasped tightly in my lap. My neck burned—not from the marks Flyn had highlighted, but from the searing embarrassment of my own hands. 'Why did I touch his tie? Why did I let my body remember how to be a wife to a man who isn't mine?'Maxwell didn't look at me. He stared out the tinted window, his silver mask a cold, unreadable barrier."You’re shaking," he rasped, the sound cutting through the hum of the engine like a blade."I’m not," I lied, my voice thin."Don't lie to me, Veronica. It’s beneath you now." He turned his head slowly, the obsidian slits of his mask locking onto mine. "Are you shaking because of what you did to my tie, or because of the door we’re about to walk through?""Both," I admitted, my shoulders dropping. "I feel like a fraud. I’m wearing forty thousand dollars in silk and diamonds, but I’m still the gi
Now, Call Me Mother Chapter 9: The New Veronica
"Let’s stop wasting each other’s time, yeah? We have a massacre to prep for, and you’re standing here with a spatula."Flyn didn't wait for an answer. He hooked his arm through mine with a strength that belied his slender frame and dragged me out of the kitchen. Cresinta watched us go with wide, silent eyes, still clutching the crystal carafe like a holy relic.We bypassed the grand foyer and headed into a wing of the mansion I hadn't seen yet. Flyn pushed open a set of heavy, white-lacquered double doors, and my breath hitched.It was a cathedral of vanity. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors reflected a room packed with racks of designer silk, velvet, and leather. Rows of glass cases held diamonds that caught the dim morning light like frozen tears. A vanity table the size of a dinner table was covered in every cosmetic known to man.I felt a sudden, sharp pang of jealousy that tasted like ash. 'Is this for Meredith?' I wondered, my heart sinking.'Did he love her this much that he kept her th
Now, Call Me Mother Chapter 8: Adapting
The aftermath of the night was draped over every surface—shredded black silk, the lingering, heavy scent of woodsmoke, and the silver mask lying discarded on the plush carpet like a fallen, hollow idol.I lay awake, my eyes tracing the intricate moldings of the ceiling. My body felt heavy, marked by the possessive weight of a man who was, by every legal and biological definition, my father-in-law.I waited for the crushing wave of guilt to suffocate me. I waited for the phantom of Thaddeus to appear in the shadows, pointing a finger at the unfaithful wife who had committed the ultimate sacrilege. But as the minutes ticked by, the only thing I felt was a terrifying, crystalline sense of justice.How could I be unfaithful to a man who had appraised me like livestock? Thaddeus hadn't treated me like a wife; he’d treated me like a piece of inherited furniture he had grown bored of owning. He had sold me to cover a gambling debt, trading my dignity for a seat at a table. In the silence of
Now, Call Me Mother Chapter 7: The Man Behind the Mask
"Y-your face? You’re allowing me to see your face?"My voice was a fragile thing, barely a whisper that seemed to die before it could reach the vaulted ceiling of the suite. The air was still thick with the heat of our bodies, but a sudden, ancestral chill began to seep into the room. Maxwell didn't move. He sat on the edge of the bed like a dark, immovable monolith, his hand still hovering near the latch of his mask."I am allowing you to see the truth, Veronica," he rasped, his voice a low vibration that thrummed through the mattress. "But truths are like shadows—the brighter the light you throw on them, the deeper they stain."He didn't take the mask off himself. Instead, he reached out, his large, calloused hand enveloping my trembling fingers. His skin was scorching, a feverish contrast to the freezing silver he forced my hand to touch. My heart was a frantic bird trapped in my chest, each beat echoing the hollow silence of the room."Take it off," he commanded, his grip firm as
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The fire was dying, the last of the embers casting a deep, flickering crimson over the black silk of the bed. I lay there, my skin still sensitive from the weight of Maxwell’s body, feeling the heavy thud of the leather folder he had dropped onto the mattress. The heat of our intimacy hadn't even fully evaporated before the cold reality of the law was thrust between us.I reached out, my fingers trembling as I flipped the cover open. The documents inside were sterile, smelling of high-grade bond paper and the sharp, clinical scent of fresh ink. Seeing "Thaddeus Hudson" and "Veronica Marquez" printed on the same line for what I knew would be the last time felt like watching a ghost leave my body. For three years, those names together had been a cage. Now, they were just a smudge of black on a page that Maxwell had bought and paid for."Do you feel peace, Veronica?"Maxwell didn't move. He remained a dark, imposing silhouette at the edge
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