LOGINMargaret’s POVEthan flung the door open with force. The handle banged against the wall. He stepped inside Caroline’s room and scanned every corner, empty bed, closed curtains, no sign of her. No shoes by the door, no purse on the chair. Nothing. Suspicion flared in his eyes, then anger. His jaw tightened. He was convinced she had slipped out again to see that fool Williams. And he wasn’t wrong.He pulled his phone from his pocket, thumb already hovering over a contact, ready to make the call that would track her down or worse.Then the bathroom door creaked open.Caroline stepped out, hair slightly damp, wearing a fresh dress. She froze when she saw him.Ethan’s gaze raked over her, checking for sweat, for dirt, for any trace she had been outside. He looked around the room once more, then fixed his eyes on her.“What are you doing here?” Caroline asked, voice steady but her pulse racing.Ethan tilted his head. “The last I checked, and I’m still right, this is my house.” His tone was
Margaret's POVThe door slammed open with so much force the handle rattled against the wall. Bella stood there, chest heaving, eyes blazing red with pure fury. Her face was twisted, lips pulled back, nostrils flaring, fists clenched so tight her knuckles turned white. She looked ready to tear Caroline apart with her bare hands.“What the fuck are you doing here, you bitch?” Bella spat, voice low and venomous at first, then rising into a full scream. “I specifically told you, stay the hell away from my brother! Are you deaf or did you suddenly turn dumb too? Huh? Is it until we’re both dead that you’ll finally leave us the fuck alone?”Caroline took a small step back, hands raised slightly. “Bella, reduce your voice. Someone can—”“Someone can hear me?” Bella barked a harsh, bitter laugh that echoed in the small hospital room. “Are you ashamed now? You weren’t ashamed when you were running around behind your husband’s back like a cheap whore, chasing my brother! Why the sudden shame? I
Margaret's POVI watched Caroline slip out the side gate from a distance, blending into the stream of black-clad guests arriving for the wake. She kept her head down, cap pulled low, hoodie up, moving quickly but trying not to look suspicious. My stomach twisted. She was taking a huge risk, Ethan’s guards were everywhere, and one wrong glance could end everything.She crossed her fingers as she passed the gate. I saw her lips move in a silent prayer. The guards barely looked up; they were too busy checking invitations from the crowd. She disappeared into the street, and for the first time that day, a small, genuine smile touched her face. She had made it out unnoticed.Back inside, Samantha was in the kitchen, hands shaking as she arranged trays. She was terrible at lying, I could see the sweat on her forehead, the way she kept glancing toward the hallway. She was terrified of what she’d say if Ethan asked about Caroline.Then Ethan appeared behind her.“Samantha, start serving the gu
Margaret's POVI couldn’t let Caroline walk away like that. Not after seeing those scars, not after the way she spoke to me. I chased after her through the crowd, my heart pounding.I caught up and grabbed her arm gently. She tried to pull away, but I held on. I raised her sleeve.More scars. Thin lines, faded bruises, marks that looked old and new mixed together. I lifted the other sleeve—more of the same. Then I gently pulled her scarf aside just enough to see the faint red lines across her neck.I felt sick. Speechless. Angry.“When did all this happen?” I asked, voice shaking. “How did it happen, Caroline? Who did this to you?”She looked at me for a long second. Then she scoffed and started laughing. Nothing about it was funny.“Answer me, Caroline. Who did this?” I asked again, louder but still low so no one else would hear.She chuckled again, colder this time.“Oh, now you care, huh?” she said. “Now you care about me. Surprising.”Her words hit me hard. I felt tears sting my e
Margaret's povCaroline dialed Bella’s number again. No answer. She tried once more. Still nothing. Worry clawed at her chest. She kept calling, over and over, but the phone just rang and rang.Dark thoughts filled her head. What if they were at the hospital and Bella was too busy to pick up? What if Williams was gone, dead, and Bella was crying too hard to answer? No. No!She grabbed the phone tighter and redialed. Still no answer. Frustration exploded inside her. She screamed and threw the phone across the room. It hit the wall and fell. She grabbed a lamp and smashed it to the floor. Books, a glass of water, everything went flying. Things broke and shattered around her.“Bella, answer the goddamn call!” she yelled.“I just want to know if Williams is okay! Pick up!”She was losing control, bit by bit. She picked up the phone again and dialed. No reply. She dialed once more.Finally, Bella answered.“What took you so long?” Caroline shouted. “Do you know how worried I am?”“How is W
Margaret's POVEthan didn’t give her time to adjust. He gripped her hips with bruising force and slammed into her again, harder, deeper, relentless. His thick cock stretched her pussy wide, filling every inch until she felt split open. Caroline’s back arched off the bed, a sharp cry tearing from her throat.She tried to hold back. She tried to stay silent, to keep some piece of herself from him. But Ethan fucked like he wanted to break her.He pounded into her with brutal rhythm long, punishing strokes that slapped wetly against her ass. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs. Her pussy clenched around him involuntarily, slick and hot, betraying her body even as her mind screamed no.“Fuck, you’re tight,” Ethan growled, voice rough. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half so he could go even deeper. The new angle hit that spot inside her over and over. Caroline’s moans escaped before she could stop them, loud, broken, desperate.“Ah—Ethan!” she gasped, nails diggi







