All Chapters of He Forced Divorce & Took Away My Son: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

His words strike the air, heavy and final, like it's a command I must obey. Sweat beads form on my skin under his intense gaze that refuses to leave my face, wanting to see through the veil. I shake my head. Something flickers in his gaze, acknowledgement perhaps, and he leans close, making me instantly step back. His eyes don't leave my veil for once as he continues to step closer until there's no space for me to scoot back. God save me this one time again. I plead for mercy. “Take it off” His voice drops a deep octave, a mix of suspicion and restlessness. A beat passes, and his hand reaches for my veil. “Sir,” I force out, using a thick accent and thankful for my sore throat, which makes my voice barely recognizable. “This is highly inappropriate of you to get in my space and demand such a vile thing” He freezes just for a beat, hands still hovering near my veil. “You don't want me in your space, then show me your face and get this over with,” He mutters, curling his finge

My words manage to finally stir some emotions back in her blank gaze. Her smile falters slowly and like every other time, it sends a chill down my spine.But I can't let it scare me anymore. I was tolerating every torturous second with her if it meant to keep Blue safe but now? I have nothing to lose.“Did you just tell me to leave?” She asks, tilting her head just a little like a psychopath bitch she is.I stand back to my feet. “I did and if you don't leave right now then my guards will very much like to drag you out”“Asher, you love me” She says with a broken voice.I scoff, “We both know I don't love you”“Asher, you love me” She repeats, her voice much quieter now.“God no! I don't. You want to know what I feel for you? Disgust. Utter disgust that makes me want to throw up. Your presence suffocates me. Your voice irritates me–“Asher-” her gaze hardens.I growl, “My name on your tongue is what I hate the most and nothing in the world can ever describe how much hatred and disgust

Blue The silence of the house isn't the kind that comforts, it's heavy and pulsing like a weight one isn't capable of holding. I have been here for over twenty days now, living under the same roof as Agnor Vorozi, the man so busy and intimidating, the type that doesn't care much for soft things, especially not smiles, yet his gestures towards me are a lot different than what he shows himself to be. Like leaving the warm tea at my bedside every morning, preparing meals three times a day, sometimes watching silently, like trying to read my mind or contemplating saying something. He probably wants to know more about the stir between Asher and me. He notices everything, how little I eat. The shadows under my eyes. The way I startle when anything rustles. He is before me when I'm trying to head upstairs, offering his hand to assure my safety. He has taken it upon himself to take care of me without demanding anything in return for his favor, which is too unreal. His sweet gesture

BLUEI wait in the living room patiently for Agnor. It's early morning and he usually leaves for the office around this time. When his footsteps echo in the quiet hallway, I quickly stand up.He arches a brow in surprise to see me up this early.“Blue, is everything okay? Are you in pain or something?”Worry masks his features as he rushes up to me.“Agnor, relax. I'm fine” I ease his worry.“Oh, it's unusual to see you up so early,” he says, voice lacing with amusement.“I actually want to tell you something” I start. He nods, gesturing at the couch and I sit down carefully. He sits next to me, paying his full attention to me.“My two year old son, Alex. He is in Bellevue with Kate. I was thinking to see him”“Do you want me to drive you? Tell me the time, I'll pick you” he says without asking any questions.Only if he knew it's not that easy.“No, I'll manage. I just wanted to inform you in case you come home and get worried not seeing me around”He nods briefly. His gaze lasts on m

Two days later: I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. The blue flowy dress Agnor got me fits me nicely. My hair is styled into a bun, some loose strands framing my face. And makeup, just light enough to hide the gloominess off my face. Despite how well I present myself, I don't feel ready. To be announced as someone else's wife, that too the brother of my ex husband's is enough to cause stir. I might end up bringing dirt to both of our names. As the thoughts swirl in my head, my hands fumble with the earrings. I can’t get the clasp to hook right. A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts. “Blue?” Agnor's voice wafts from outside the door. “Yes Agnor?” I say, just loud enough. Agnor steps in, dressed in a black suit, crisp and clean, looking sharp as always. He is handsome but in an intimidating way. His eyes skim down at me and something unreadable flickers through them. “You look... stunning” he compliments. “Don't flatter me” I say, turning my att