Lahat ng Kabanata ng Once His: Chased By Ex-husband: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Laurence tossed his coat onto the couch, his eyes burning with a volatile mix of pain and fury. Old Master Montclair descended the stairs, clearly displeased by his son’s unrestrained behavior. “What made you lose your composure like this, Laurence?” Mr. Montclair demanded, slamming his cane against the floor as he glared at him. “Why didn’t you tell me that Evelyn’s daughter married that bastard Arjan?” Laurence snapped before his voice faltered. “There should have been someone to protect her… but...” He sank onto the couch, worry clouding his face for a girl who didn’t even know who he was. Mr. Montclair scoffed, his steps deliberate as he came down. Laurence already knew what was coming, his father’s sharp, merciless mockery. Did he care? Not in the slightest. “She chose another man, got herself betrayed,” Mr. Montclair sneered. “Why do you care about her daughter, who belongs to that bastard as well?” The words were cruel. Taylah was innocent, utterly blameless and she deserv

A few days later... Taylah stirred awake from her restless sleep, her eyes hollow, stripped of any spark. Bruises bloomed across her body, alongside wounds only half healed, the memories of the cruel days refused to fade. When the butler knocked, his voice was a soft murmur at the door. “Miss Taylah… are you awake?” She pulled her clothes tighter around herself, cocooning her fragile frame, and opened the door. The sight before him did not shock the butler anymore; it had become a cruel routine, another silent testament to Arjan’s temper. “Young Master has gone abroad for a business meeting,” he said gently. “He may not return for a month. I would like you to visit your grandparents during this time.” Pure concern lingered in his eyes, as though he wished this small escape might give her room to breathe. “Thank you for the suggestion, Uncle,” Taylah said with a faint smile before returning to her bed. It was a rare chance to escape the pain, to breathe without fear, yet the thou

Taylah stood by the window, leaning lightly against the frame, her gaze turned toward the sun as it poured a golden glow over her skin. Her clothes hung loosely from her body, quietly hinting at curves she no longer tried to hide.Weeks had passed, and her health, both physically and mentally had improved remarkably. There was a gentle ease to her now, a woman slowly learning to breathe again, finding unexpected comfort in the quiet days spent with her grandparents.A sudden gust of wind brushed against her like an uninvited touch, slipping over her skin with careless intimacy. She hissed at the chill and wrapped her arms around herself, holding on as though grounding her own existence.She looked like a living poem... art in motion, beautiful yet overlooked.A soft knock broke the moment.She turned toward the sound and froze.Laurence Montclair stood there.What was he doing here?She didn’t know it yet but for Laurence, time had gotten old. The girl he remembered had grown into a s

Taylah was playing chess with her grandpa, already teetering on the edge of defeat. “Grandpa, go easy on me,” she pleaded. “Bargaining already?” Mr. Russell chuckled. “If this old man didn’t have a few complications while making his moves, the game would’ve been over long ago.” Taylah puffed out her cheeks, pouting and sulking, her eyes darting between the board and her opponent as she braced herself for the loss she knew was coming. That was when the maids announced the arrival of a guest. Mr. Russell rose from the sofa and walked out of his study to see who it was. Taylah followed closely behind. She froze the moment she saw him. Arjan? Had a month already passed? No… not even close. With a shivering body, she followed her grandpa. “Arjan… how have you been?” Mr. Russell asked. His firm tone went completely unnoticed by the latter. However, Mrs. Russell beamed from ear to ear at the sight of her grandson-in-law. Little did she know… “Coffee or juice?” she asked cheerfully

Arjan merely clenched his fist, not following Taylah to hurt her. He never did this holding himself back, he violated Taylah because of hi poor anger management. But today, he slammed his hand against the table, the sound loud enough to reach Taylah. She flinched instinctively. She hadn’t expected anything less from Arjan. Yet, strangely, he didn’t follow her or act on his rage. “Sir, your file,” the butler said, handing it over before quietly walking away. Arjan remained seated, his thoughts drifting back to what had happened earlier that morning. Ethan had stormed into his office without warning, his face flushed with anger. He had slammed his hands on the table and snapped, “Why the hell didn’t you bring Taylah to her birthday party? She deserves better, Arjan.” Arjan scoffed, his brows knitting together at the accusation. “And who are you to speak?” he snapped. “Why didn’t you treat her better back then? Maybe if you had, I’d never have laid a finger on her.” “You—” Ethan’