บททั้งหมดของ Taming My Husband (EN): บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

THE SCENE DAPHNE saw in the video shown by the man named Fredrik kept replaying in her head. She also heard Fredrik call the man who looked like her father “Far”, which is what Norwegians call their dads.They were already gone, but it felt like they were still in her room. Their voices lingered, echoing over and over again.She closed her eyes to erase the image of that Edvard violating her mother. They even had the nerve to film it, which made her body tremble. She didn’t even finish watching it, too heartbroken as she heard her mom begging repeatedly. It shattered her.So that’s why her mom wasn’t there when she woke up. Her husband only said she left to get some clothes. He also hid what happened to her mom, and even from their child. That’s why she was fuming. How could he? The background in the video was their own house. That means they took her mom while they were escaping. She slapped her chest. Her mom didn’t just go to get clothes, she must be in the hospital! She prayed she

Daphne responded with nothing but a faint smile as Fredrik spoke to her during their ride. The party, he said, would be held at a five-star hotel. She merely smiled again when he told her he would be introducing her to everyone.Daphne couldn’t help but feel small the moment the hotel came into view. It was stunning. She felt completely out of place, especially in what she was wearing.“We’re here,” Fredrik said as he glanced at her.She slapped her chest a few times to steady herself as she stepped out on the opposite side of the car. Her mask was already on, but her eyes shut instinctively every time the cameras flashed from the media crowd waiting outside.“C’mon, smile,” Fredrik whispered into her ear. It was an order.Her mask only covered her eyes. She bit her lower lip before finally managing a sweet smile, right as the cameras flashed again all around them. Whispers spread like wildfire as curious eyes followed.They both turned their heads when another car pulled up beside th

She let out a dry, breathless laugh. She didn’t know why. Maybe she was dreaming with her eyes open.She shook her head to get rid of the thoughts. It was impossible. She hadn’t even seen him. He only gave her false hope. And how could he possibly get past Fred’s guards who were stationed all around the area? Totally impossible.“No! Look—” Fred didn’t get to finish what he was saying when he saw the driver pulling out a gun. She froze as well, stunned by the weapon in his hand. Her knees trembled harder, and even her lips started to quiver.The driver wasn’t facing them, but the gun was pointed straight at Fred.“Who are you? Where’s my dri—”“Shut the f*ck up!” the driver shouted, startling her, and at the same time, the vehicle screeched to a halt.The gunshot rang out at the same moment she screamed. The bullet hit Fred in the thigh, causing him to yell in pain. She shrank into her seat, covering her ears.“That’s for claiming my wife as yours!” the driver growled, and her eyes im

“MAMA.” Daphne’s mother turned to look at her. She didn’t even blink. Daphne couldn’t read anything from her mother’s face as she stared at her, like she didn’t recognize any of them. No emotion either when she looked at her father or at Max.Her mother shifted her gaze back to the dress she was stitching.“You must’ve entered the wrong house.” She even smiled, but kept her eyes on the needle and thread. “Please close the door quietly when you leave. Be gentle. Daphne might wake up.” She glanced toward the bed. A doll lay there. That must be who she thought Daphne was, not her.Her lips parted slightly. Her mother was still thinking of her. She didn’t want to assume, but it was obvious. What happened had clearly affected her mom deeply. If she were in her right mind, would she really be playing with a doll?Her mother continued sewing.“F*ck,” Max whispered.She also started humming a tune. It was familiar to Daphne. It was the song her mom used to sing to her when she was little.“M-

“I MISSED YOU, BK,” she whispered as her husband’s lips crawled toward her ear. A ticklish sensation spread from deep within her, sending chills and a fluttering excitement through her.“So am I. So damn much. You never left my system. I kept yearning for you. Your hugs, your kisses. Everything, baby,” her husband whispered, making her bite her lip. “I’m so happy you’re back with me.”He didn’t let her respond. He passionately kissed her again, pulling the belt of her robe loose. He gently removed it. She was wearing a nightie beneath it. She didn’t really have anything else to wear to bed anymore, her husband seemed to have replaced all her things with daring ones.“F*ck!” he cursed while cupping her breast, making her fall back against the balcony railing. Her hands gripped both sides of the railing, and her back arched at the effect of her husband’s hand through the thin fabric of her nightie.She looked down when he pulled her breast out of the neckline. The neckline was low, and