บททั้งหมดของ SHE CAN'T BE TAMED: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The men roughly grabbed Mia and forcefully pushed her into the car as she screamed for help, her voice echoing through the night. Ignoring her pleas, they quickly injected her with a sedative, causing her vision to blur and her screams to fade into silence.The last thing Mia remembered before losing consciousness was the sight of the mansion growing smaller in the distance, her heart sinking as she realized that she was being taken further away from any hope of rescue.As the car sped through the darkness, Mia's limp body slumped against the seat, her mind drifting into a forced slumber. Vivian paced back and forth in her room, her mind racing with a multitude of thoughts. She knew she had the upper hand for the moment, but Arla's presence in the mansion filled her with fear. Liam still harbored feelings for Arla, and Vivian had to ensure they remained apart. Donning a revealing black night robe, she admired her figure in the dresser mirror, noticing how much lighter she had become

Vivian moved closer, her predatory gaze locked on Arla's trembling form. "You see, my dear," Vivian continued, her voice laced with danger, "I know exactly how to handle pests like you."Before Arla could react, Vivian's fingers clamped around her arm, digging painfully into her soft flesh. With a forceful jerk, Vivian began dragging Arla toward the mansion's expansive garden. Arla stumbled, her body weakened by fear and exhaustion as she struggled to keep up with Vivian's relentless pace.As they reached the garden, Arla's eyes widened in shock at the sight before her. Piled high were mountains of soiled clothes, the heap towering over her like a great challenge. Vivian glared at Arla, her voice cold and unforgiving. "You will wash every single piece by tonight, or you will go without food for two days. Do not test me, Arla."Trembling under the weight of Vivian's oppressive gaze, Arla felt a mixture of fear and anger bubble up inside her. She knew she had no choice but to comply, he

Liam, his gaze shifting between Arla and Vivian with a hint of suspicion, finally broke the tense silence. "What's going on here?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. He had been observing Arla for days, noticing the subtle changes in her demeanor that set her apart from the person she had once been.His eyes scanned the floor before settling on Vivian, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What seems to be the matter?" he pressed, his annoyance with her actions becoming increasingly evident. In an attempt to redirect the conversation, he inquired, "Have you spoken to Carponi today?" His tone was firm, his glare making it clear that he was dissatisfied with her behavior.Vivian returned his gaze, her voice tinged with defensiveness. "Yes, I know what my duties are, and I've done them," she retorted, eager to assert her authority. "But her," Vivian continued, pointing an accusing finger at Arla, "she seems to be neglecting her duties. The nerve of her to question my actions!" Vivian's

As the days passed, the mansion was abuzz with a sense of foreboding, its inhabitants tangled in a web of deceit and ambition. Arla, determined to regain her lost memories and uncover the truth behind her current predicament, found herself growing closer to Jane. As the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, Arla found herself torn between her growing feelings for Liam and the loyalty she felt towards Henry, the husband she couldn't remember loving. Her heart, heavy with uncertainty, yearned for a resolution that seemed just out of reach.Meanwhile, Vivian's control over Liam continued to tighten, her calculated moves ensuring that he remained oblivious to the true nature of her intentions. Laurette, emboldened by her newfound freedom, lurked in the shadows, her hunger for power and influence fueling her desire to see her daughter succeed in their dark plans.That morning, Arla decided to wear one of the dresses that Jane had given her. She tied her hair up, and as she looked

Arla left Liam's room in the safe house, only to be met by a venomous Vivian, her hand raised and ready to strike. However, Arla was prepared this time. She caught Vivian's wrist, halting the slap before it could land. "I'm not ready for your mind games today," Arla declared, her voice hard and unyielding.Vivian's eyes widened in surprise as she took a step back, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. She studied Arla's face, noting a change in her demeanor that hadn't been there before. Had Arla regained her memories? The thought sent a shiver of fear down Vivian's spine, her carefully laid plans suddenly unbalanced on the brink of collapse.Biting her nails anxiously, Vivian watched as Arla walked away, her confident stride a stark contrast to the frightened girl she had once been. Vivian's anger, still simmering from the previous night when Liam had taken Arla away from her grasp, bubbled to the surface once more.Back in her room, Vivian's rage had reached its boiling po