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Chapter Eight

Author: Onuorah Linda
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-22 22:46:54

J.J.’s POV

Humiliating Carolyn felt exhilarating, like a rush of power surging through me. Watching her kneel in front of the house, seeing the defeat in her blue eyes—it was intoxicating. I had never felt such satisfaction before. The moment she looked up at me, her pride crumbling, I knew I wanted more. I wanted to break her. She dared to fight back against me, and now, she was about to learn exactly what happens when someone crosses J.J.

As I walked towards the living room, adjusting the cuffs of my shirt, I nearly bumped into Emma. She was standing in the hallway, arms crossed, her sharp brown eyes narrowing at me.

“Were you coming from the storeroom?” she asked, tilting her head.

I kept my expression neutral. “Yeah. I was going to wash my clothes with your family's machine, but I figured I’d just have the maids do it when I get home.”

Emma’s gaze lingered on me for a moment as if trying to read between the lines. Then, she suddenly stepped closer, placing a hand on my chest.

“Wha
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