Todos os capítulos de Ravaging Mrs Claire: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

ClaireThe tires crunched over the gravel as I pulled into the driveway. Before I could even kill the engine, Max was already striding toward me, shoulders tense, face set in that stubborn way he gets when he’s scared and angry at the same time.I stepped out slowly, clutching my purse like a shield.“Are you gonna start explaining now, Mom?” His voice came out sharp. “Where were you? Why didn't you pick up any of our calls?”I shook my head, throat tight. “Let’s go inside first.”“No, Mom.” He stepped closer, voice rising just enough to crack. “You have to say something. Right now.”I spun on him, sharper than I meant to. “Where I was isn’t your business. And I’m sorry I didn’t pick up—I really am—but watch your tone.”The words landed like a slap. I saw the hurt flash across his face, the way his jaw clenched and his eyes dropped. I hated myself for it instantly. He was just a boy who’d spent the whole night terrified for me. But I was exhausted—bone-deep, soul-tired—and the last th

IanHad she known? Or was she only guessing that I hit her mom? I cleared my throat before speaking, but got cut off again.“And don’t lie and say you didn’t, Dad. That’s why she wore so much makeup, and that’s also why she left and didn’t come back yesterday. So why did you do it?” Isabella asked, her voice rising.I shook my head and closed my eyes briefly.“You know nothing, Isabella. Your mother and I had a huge argument, that’s all that happened,” I said, already getting irritated that she was questioning me.“So you resorted to hitting her?” she said. “You know what, Dad, we always say Mom has changed, but now that I see it…” She shook her head. “The one who has really changed is you.” Her eyes looked hurt.I clenched my fists. Who wouldn’t change? When your wife puts no effort into making the marriage exciting—no passion, no spark—just the same dull routine every single day.And now that I had no feelings for her anymore, the things she was supposed to do for me, she was doing

IanThe moment the elevator doors slid shut, the waiter pressed the button for the third-to-last floor, and the elevator began its smooth descent.I realized the club was divided into three distinct levels, and I couldn’t help wondering what secrets the lowest two floors held.When the doors opened again, the waiter stepped out first, motioning for me to follow. I did.Stepping into this unfamiliar world, I swallowed hard and trailed behind him.“Since you’re a new member, sir, we’ve reserved a special area for you,” he said calmly.As we moved deeper inside, my eyes darted around, taking everything in. We soon reached another door flanked by two stone-faced guards. The waiter opened it, and a wall of pounding music crashed over me.I followed him through, and the sight made me freeze mid-step.The room throbbed with sound—women danced on platforms, some in delicate lingerie, others wearing nothing at all. Men crowded around them, tossing handfuls of cash into the air, laughing, drink

Ian“Stop laughing,” I growled through clenched teeth. She didn’t even register it, just kept cackling, wiping tears of amusement from her eyes. “I said STOP LAUGHING!!” I roared. That finally cut through. She straightened, still grinning, still wiping her face. “You know, sir,” she said, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her finger, “I seriously doubt you ever satisfied her. Pattie was personally trained by Mr. King — the owner of this entire place.” She said his name like it was holy. “And trust me… when it comes to sex, Mr. King is on another level. Once he’s inside you, you never want to leave. He fucks you completely senseless.” She nodded to herself, eyes half-lidded with memory. The name hit me like ice water. King. The same last name as the man Claire had been sneaking around with. My pulse hammered in my ears. I snapped my gaze to her. “Excuse me,” I said, voice dangerously low. “Your boss — the owner, is his name Liam King?” Her eyes widened for hal

IsabellaIt was early in the morning. I was scrolling through my phone when something suddenly caught my attention.It was a post in our school group chat, made by a girl named Amaya. She had written, “Spending the holiday with my bae.” As I scrolled down, I saw she had attached a picture.My heart stopped.I sat up quickly on the bed and tapped on the photo, zooming in. Maybe I wasn’t seeing clearly. My eyes widened as my chest tightened.That was her in the picture—her lips locked with a guy.And not just any guy.My boyfriend.Or… was I wrong?That was Cullen. Or did he have a twin? No—he never mentioned a twin. Oh no. This couldn’t be happening.My hands started shaking as I backed out of the chat and opened my contacts. I needed to call him. This had to be a mistake.My heart was pounding so hard, and suddenly, my stomach twisted—I felt like I needed to use the bathroom.I called him, but it went straight to voicemail. I tried again and again—same thing every time. Did he block m