All Chapters of Dumping Scumbag Boyfriend For Mr Moore: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

“Where is she?” Wendy’s voice cut through the room, sharp enough to draw blood. Her calm mask cracked completely, her eyes darting wildly across the empty bed, the untouched pillows, the neatly folded blanket.Sarah was gone.The guard stiffened. “Madam… she was inside all night. I—”“Useless!” Wendy snapped, her voice rising. “You were guarding an empty room?”Footsteps thundered in the hallway as Arthur Vance rushed over, irritation already etched across his face. “What’s all this noise? Mr. Shawn is waiting—”He stopped when he saw Wendy’s expression.“What happened?”Wendy turned slowly, her face pale but her eyes blazing. “She’s gone.”For a moment, Arthur didn’t understand. Then the words sank in.“Gone?” he repeated, his voice dangerously low.He strode into the room, scanning it himself as if Sarah might suddenly appear from thin air. His jaw tightened. The air around him grew cold.“Search the house,” he barked. “Every room. Every corner. Check the gates. No one leaves this c

The dark, customized luxury SUV glided to a smooth stop outside the municipal complex's grand stone entrance. Nathan didn't open his door immediately. Instead, he reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a pair of dark sunglasses, and slid them over his eyes. His jaw was tight, his presence so dominant that the entire cabin felt suffocatingly small. "We go straight through the VIP entrance," Nathan said softly, his voice leaving no room for argument. Sarah looked out the tinted window, her heart hammering against her ribs. She could see two broad-shouldered men in dark tailored suits waiting near a private side entrance. The moment Nathan stepped out of the vehicle, the guards bowed their heads in sharp unison and held open the heavy glass doors. "Nathan..." Sarah whispered, her fingers clinging to her seatbelt. "Are we really doing this right now?" Nathan walked around to her side of the SUV and pulled her door open. He reached inside, his large, warm hand wrapping firmly

“Call me husband,” he corrected, his voice a low, unyielding command. His hands slid down to her waist, easily lifting her up onto the edge of the heavy marble dining table. Sarah gasped as he stepped between her knees, trapping her against his hard, muscular frame. Her fingers instinctively reached out to grip the lapels of his white shirt, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs under the sheer weight of his presence. “Husband,” she whispered, the shy breath catching in her throat even as her arms tightened around his neck, betraying how desperately she wanted him closer. Nathan’s mouth claimed hers right there on the edge of the table until Sarah’s last timid protest melted completely against his tongue. He kissed her with a fierce, possessive hunger, parting her lips effortlessly to deepen the touch, taking his time to trace the sensitive roof of her mouth until she was breathless and clinging to him for support. When he finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her

The Moore estate rose from the landscape like a monument to old money and older secrets.Sarah watched it through the tinted window of Nathan's black Maybach, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The car had been silent for the entire drive—not the comfortable silence of two people at ease, but the tense, heavy silence of two people preparing for battle."This is where you grew up?" Sarah asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Nathan's jaw tightened. "Unfortunately."The gates swung open, and the car glided up the long, curved driveway. Sarah caught glimpses of fountains, sculptures, hedges trimmed into elaborate shapes. Everything was immaculate. Everything was intimidating."You're nervous," Nathan observed."I'm terrified.""Good." He reached over, his hand finding hers and squeezing gently. "Fear keeps you sharp. Just don't let them see it."Sarah turned to look at him. He was dressed in a dark navy suit that fit him like a second skin, his hair swept back, his jaw clean-shaven.

Sarah woke to an empty bed and the smell of coffee.She stretched beneath the silk sheets, her body deliciously sore, her mind still hazy with the remnants of sleep. The events of the previous night flickered through her memory—the disastrous dinner, the confrontation with Sophie, Nathan's fierce defense of her, and then . . . the way he had claimed her body afterward, as if trying to erase every doubt with his touch.She smiled despite herself.The door to the bedroom opened, and Nathan appeared, dressed in dark trousers and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He carried two cups of coffee and wore a smile that made her heart flutter."Good morning, Mrs. Moore.""You keep saying that.""And I'll never stop." He set the cups on the nightstand and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "How are you feeling?""Like I survived a battle.""You did." Nathan sat on the edge of the bed, his hand finding hers. "And you won.""Did I?" Sarah pushed herself up, the sheet falling to her waist. N