All Chapters of Whispers of Submission (Whispers #1) : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Cassie didn’t stop running. Tears blurred her vision as she fled down the tarmac road. Seconds later, she was at the main gate. The gateman did not bother asking her what was wrong, he just pressed the remote and the gate opened. She did not look back. Sheoved a good ten minutes before she stopped to catch her breath. Her chest felt like it was caving in. Every breath hurt. The image of Sienna lounging in their living room wearing that provocative lingerie, waving Reggie’s supposed text, burned behind her eyelids like acid. She was going to get a heart attack of she continues running like this. She needed a cab. She thanked her stars because she was still carrying her habdbag on her shoulder. It had her phone and cards so paying for a cab would be easier. She raised her hand desperately and hailed the first taxi she saw. The driver pulled over, looking concerned when she climbed into the back seat, but he did not ask her any personal question about why she was crying. Her face was vi

“Get the hell out of my house, Sienna.” Reggie’s voice was low but lethal. Sienna had never seen this side of him He had never been this harsh to her, even after they had stopped hanging out and going to sex clubs together. He was usually calm, noatter what. But now he was vibrating with anger. The vein on his forehead was about to pop. He stood in the middle of the living room, chest heaving, eyes blazing with a rage so intense it made the air feel thick. Sienna moved back, scared of what he could do to her. She had physically held him back earlier, clinging to his arm and delaying him from chasing after Cassie. But now, she was determined to put a distance between them. She still had on her provocative black lingerie but the mood she had set earlier in her mind was gone. Her arms were crossed under her chest as if trying to maintain some semblance of control. Her smug expression had cracked. In its stead was fear. “Reggie, darling, you’re overreacting,” she said smoothly, thou

The doorbell rang early the next morning. Reggie, who had barely slept, opened the door to find the manager of The Forbidden standing there with a sealed package and a nervous expression. “Mr. Reginald,” the manager said, handing over the thick envelope. “We recovered the remaining copies. All original files, backups, and server logs. There’s also evidence of coordinated sabotage. Dominic wasn’t working alone.”"I know that. Who was he working with?" Reggie said as he ushered him in. "Another one of the regulars. We kicked him out last month, for something similar. Apparently he had been stalking a submissive for some time. The police caught him this morning. He spilled everything and his confession allowed us to get the other copies," the manager explained. "Good. I commend you for the good work. I talked with the other owners and we are upping the security. If anyone so much as breathe the wrong way towards another member, I want to know. Okay?""Okay boss. And I am truly sorry

Cassie sat on the edge of the hospital bench , the sterile white walls closing in around her. The doctor’s words still echoed in her ears: You’re approximately two months pregnant. Emily and Sarah flanked her, holding her hands tightly, but nothing could stop the storm raging inside her chest. She stared at her phone, thumb hovering over Reggie’s contact. She hadn't unblocked him ever since she run out of his house but in this moment of desperate hope, she wanted to tell him. She unblocked him. Maybe if he knew about the baby, everything would change. Maybe he would come back. Maybe they could fix this. With trembling fingers, she typed the message: Cassie: I wanted to let you know I’m two months pregnant. It is yours. She hit send before she could change her mind. Her heart was pounding so hard she felt dizzy. The three of them waited in silence. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. Then her phone buzzed. Reggie: Two months? Don’t insult me. We both know I’m not

Reggie sat in the dark living room of his once vibrant apartment. His only consolation was the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the coffee table. It had been over a month since Cassie ran out, and the silence had become unbearable. He picked up his phone for the hundredth time that night and tried calling her. It went straight to voicemail. He had never done this. He had never had to call a woman several times and not get an answer. Most times, in the past, it was him that ignored women's texts and calls. He was used to being chased and acting aloof. This was hard on his soul. He scrolled through their old messages, reading the sweet words she used to send him, the late-night “I miss you” texts when he was away on business. Each one felt like a knife twisting in his chest. He tried calling Asher next. The phone rang endlessly before going to voicemail. He sent a text. Reggie: Asher, we need to talk. Please. I need to know where she is. The reply came minutes later, cold and fina