บททั้งหมดของ SHE CAN'T BE TAMED: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

A loud slap resonated through the room as Williams struck his daughter Arla across her face. He glared at her with fury in his eyes and said, "I've put up with your disrespectful behavior for too long. I took pity on you because your mother passed away when you were young, but it seems that I've spoiled you and given you too much freedom. How dare you ruin your sister's wedding? You've caused a rift between their company and mine!" Arla stood her ground and replied, "You can watch your daughter marry a horrible man because of your own greed, but you know what? I just hate terrible people; they get on my nerves, so I decided to teach him a lesson." Mia's mother Bella, infuriated by Arla's words, glared at her and exclaimed, "Look, she's not even sorry! You destroyed my daughter's wedding and still have the audacity to say such nonsense. You're an absolute disgrace!" Arla, unfazed by Bella's anger, rolled her eyes and continued to chew gum while playing with her hair. Her blatant di

As the morning light crept into the room, Arla reached out, finding the bed empty. Opening her eyes, she saw Zora, one of the mistresses from the previous day, standing in her room with her arms folded, staring at her. "What are you doing in my room?" Arla asked, irritated. "Didn't anyone teach you about privacy?" Zora replied coldly, "You've consummated your marriage. Don't expect Liam to return to your room. He belongs to Vivian now." Zora left the room before Arla could respond. Arla, annoyed and confused, sat up in bed, muttering to herself, "They're crazy. What do they mean he won't come to our room? Isn't this our bedroom?" She got up, showered, and went to the dining hall, only to find it deserted. Arla asked a maid for breakfast, but the maid informed her that breakfast time had passed. Annoyed, Arla retorted, "Do you want to lose your job? I said bring me breakfast!" The maid refused to budge. Just then, Vivian entered the dining hall, wearing an elegant pink gown,

Arla's eyes abruptly snapped open, her slumber disturbed by the restless night that left her hair tangled and disheveled. As she slowly sat up, her gaze swept across the room, adjusting to the warm, golden rays of sunlight that insistently attempted to pierce through the gaps in the curtains. The once vibrant and immaculate furnishings appeared still and hushed in the morning light, their cheerful colors in stark contrast to the heaviness that weighed upon her heart.Arla released a deep, melancholy sigh, her eyes darting back and forth as she grappled with the emptiness that consumed her. She had truly believed that marriage would provide an escape from the facade she had been forced to wear, a mask that hid her vulnerability from the world. Despite projecting an image of unwavering strength, Arla continued to battle the demons of her past—the trauma that had overwhelmed her after her mother's untimely death.As she struggled to come to terms with her new reality, Arla couldn't help

Liam's fingers intertwined with Arla's hair, pulling her closer as he stared deeply into her eyes. Her breath quickened, and she gasped as his hands traced along her thighs, sending tingles through her body. Their faces were almost touching when he whispered, his breath hot against her lips, "It all depends on how you act."Despite her intense feelings, Arla couldn't ignore the unanswered question that weighed heavily on her mind. She took a deep breath and asked, "You still haven't answered my question." Liam's face suddenly grew cold, and he pulled away from her. "Get up," he ordered, his voice hard and commanding.Confused and startled by his sudden change, Arla stood up slowly visibly annoyed, and didn't leave. Instead, she defiantly asked, "Do you know what happened to me today? Those people locked me in a storeroom... Liam's face remained cold and unreadable as Arla continued, "And as I was trying to tell you..."But before she could finish, Liam abruptly grabbed her arm, causin

Arla stared into Liam's lust-filled eyes, her voice filled with uncertainty. "What are you doing? You can't mean now? I'm hungry. I haven't eaten yet, and I'm exhausted," she protested.Liam moved closer, retrieving a neatly washed and cut apple from a freezer in the room. He approached her once more. "Open your mouth," he commanded."But this won't feed me. Why can't we do this tomorrow?" Arla questioned, her tone pleading.Liam's grip tightened on her face. "I warned you not to disobey or question me. It seems you enjoy being disobedient," he said, a hint of danger in his voice. "And you will be punished.""Wait," Arla said quickly. "I... I will be obedient." She opened her mouth reluctantly, allowing Liam to feed her the apple slices while she remained cuffed to the bars.Once she finished, Liam placed his hands on her neck and kissed her passionately. His kiss felt as if he was going to consume her. When he finally pulled away, Arla stared into his eyes. "Can I make a request?" sh