Her Notorious CEO のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Two days later, Tasha found herself in the small, cozy home of her aunt . The journey here felt like a fevered blur—she could barely remember boarding the train, her aunt’s anxious face, or the rattling journey through the plains.Aunt’s house was simple but welcoming, with a garden outside and the constant sound of the nearby railway station. The rhythmic thunder of passing trains filled the air, but Tasha barely noticed. She spent most of her time in her aunt’s room, clutching a pillow to her chest, her mind trapped in the memories of that man—Daniel Bruno. He loved her, obsessive with her, how could he easily believe this?One night, a sudden clap of thunder jolted her awake. She leaped from the bed, running to Aunt’s room like a frightened child. She curled up beside her aunt, hiding under the blanket as the storm raged outside. Aunt wrapped an arm around her, holding her tight, but Tasha remained tense, her body trembling with unspoken fears.“Tasha, you’re safe here. He can’t hu

"Mam, you have been called to the principal's office." She was delivering the lecture when she got this message."Okay," she replied, but an unease settled in her stomach. What could this be about? She tucked her pen away, her mind racing with possibilities as she made her way to the principal's office, each step heavier than the last.Standing before the imposing white door, she hesitated, her hand hovering over the doorknob. What could possibly await her inside? Taking a deep breath, she knocked softly."Come in," a soft voice beckoned from within.Pushing the door open, she stepped inside, feeling the chill of the air-conditioned room wrap around her like a shroud. The door clicked shut behind her, and she turned instinctively, startled. Who closed the door? A shiver crept down her spine.Before her was the principal's desk, but the chair was turned away, obscuring its occupant. Her heart raced as she steadied herself. "Sir, you called me?" she managed, her voice trembling slightly

Tasha's life had become a constant cycle of fear and uncertainty. Ever since that day, when her world had turned upside down with accusations she could hardly defend herself against, she had retreated into a shell. The warmth she once felt seemed like a distant memory. And though time moved on, it didn't ease her fears—it only blurred them, like shadows stretching longer in the fading light.Her aunt had always tried to make life seem brighter. Today, she was positively glowing with excitement. Her husband, Mr. James, was finally returning after ten long years. She headed eagerly to the Venice airport to welcome him back, the joy evident in her every word.When Uncle James arrived, Tasha greeted him respectfully. "How are you, Uncle." He waved his hand dismissively, a teasing smile playing on his lips."Uncle? Come on, I’m not that old. Think of me as a friend. Isn’t that what young people say these days?” But when he reached out, placing his hand on her shoulder, she froze. The gestu

The café stood silent in the dead of night, a refuge from the chaos of the outside world. She returned, her heart heavy with sorrow, only to find the door unlocked. Pushing it open, she stepped inside, greeted by an emptiness that mirrored her own. She needed solitude, a moment to gather her thoughts and process the turmoil churning within her.As she leaned against the wall, grief washed over her like a tidal wave. How could she have turned her back on love? The very hands that had once embraced him now felt like shackles, binding her to the pain of rejection. The weight of Daniel's cruelty pressed down on her, a constant reminder of the loss of her favorite person, taken away forever by his brutality.A fire ignited within her—an anger that had been simmering just beneath the surface. For the first time, the thought of Daniel didn't fill her with fear; instead, it fueled a burning desire for revenge. She wanted him to feel the same anguish she endured, to suffer as she did. The idea

“Not this time,” he growled, his eyes burning with a fierce desire for revenge. “What did you think? You could kill me and walk away in peace? Today, the tables have turned. Your soul will tremble before mine.” He gripped her delicate arm tightly, his fingers digging in as if he were afraid she might slip away. With his other hand, he seized her dupatta, yanking it off her head and throwing it aside as if it were nothing.In a flash, he pushed her fragile body to the floor, climbing on top of her. Panic washed over her. “Someone save me! Please! Help!” she cried, her voice shaking with fear. She couldn’t believe this was happening again. After Daniel’s betrayal, now she was facing her uncle’s brutality. The helplessness was overwhelming, igniting a flame of rage within her.“Shut up! Just be quiet for a moment!” he barked, his temper boiling over. Without warning, he slapped her hard across the face, but the pain did little to silence her. Instead, she gritted her teeth and bit down o