All Chapters of Silent Rejection : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Pain shot through her scalp, and a scream tore from her throat.“Let me go!” she shouted, clawing at his hand. Her nails raked across his skin, but his grip only tightened.He threw her to the ground like she was nothing. The hard floor knocked the air from her lungs, leaving her momentarily stunned.“Relax, sweetheart,” he sneered, crouching over her like a predator closing in on its prey. His hand reached for her blouse, tugging at the fabric.“No!” she cried, her hands lashing out. Her nails caught his skin, leaving angry red marks.“You little bitch!” he hissed, his face twisting with rage. His free hand lashed out, striking her hard across the cheek. Her head snapped to the side, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth.Pain burned across her face, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop.As he tore at her blouse, adrenaline surged through her. She lashed out wildly, her knee shooting up and connecting hard with his groin.The man let out a painful cry, his body doubling ove

Don Linus arrived at the mansion in a storm of urgency. The grand front of the mansion was already filled with his men, their faces a mixture of unease and confusion. A rare occurrence in his world of calculated contro. He shoved his coat into the waiting hands of a butler and barked, “What happened?”One of his senior guards, Raul, stepped forward, his expression grim. “Sir, there was an incident.”“What kind of incident?” Linus demanded, his voice cutting through the murmurs around him like a knife.Raul hesitated. “One of our men is dead.”Linus froze, the words hanging in the air. There was no mission today? Was the person sick? His chest tightened. “What happened?” he asked, clearly impatient.Raul shifted uncomfortably. “The new girl. Claire.”Linus blinked, the name weakens him immediately . “Claire?” His voice held a note of disbelief. “The girl I just bought?”“Yes, sir,” Raul confirmed. “he I uh..attacked her? She fought back… and killed him.”Linus stared at Raul, waiting

Claire followed the girls dressed in maids' uniforms down a long, lavish hallway. She kept her head low, her thoughts racing as they walked.Everything still felt like a dream,or a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.Her chest tightened with every step. The events of the day replayed in her mind, and she struggled to hold back tears. The guilt of what she had done weighed heavily on her, making each breath feel like a struggle. She didn’t belong here. She didn’t belong anywhere.“Here we are,” one of the maids said, her cheerful voice breaking Claire’s thoughts.Claire blinked and looked up. The door in front of her was tall and decorated, painted with a soft cream color with gold accents. One of the girls pushed it open, and the sight that greeted Claire took her breath away.The room was enormous—bigger than any apartment she had ever lived in. The walls were decorated with beautiful paintings, a very massive crystal chandelier was hanging from the ceiling. A plush, king-sized be