All Chapters of Mrs. Hunt for 30 days: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MitchelleI looked up at the man towering over me and felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment."I'm so sorry," I apologized as I straightened myself and smoothed down my dress."No, it's fine," he replied with a warm smile that reached his eyes. "These events are always so crowded, accidents happen."I studied his face trying to place where I had seen him before, and I assumed he probably recognized me from the news articles that had been circulating about my charitable donation. His features seemed familiar in a way I couldn't quite explain, and something about his presence made me feel oddly calm despite the chaos swirling in my mind."Would you like a drink?" he offered as he gestured toward the bar. "Maybe we could talk for a moment?"I shook my head immediately as I wasn't in the mood to make small talk with a stranger when my life was falling apart."No thank you," I declined politely. "I really need to go.""Come on, you don't want to do that to your husband's uncle," he stated

ChloeThe cab pulled up to my parent's house and I threw money at the driver before stumbling out onto the familiar driveway. My hands shook as I fumbled with my keys, and the moment I pushed through the front door, I collapsed against the wall as fresh sobs tore from my throat."Chloe?" my mother's voice called from the living room. "Is that you sweetheart?"She appeared in the hallway with concern etched across her face, and when she saw my mascara-streaked cheeks and trembling body she rushed over to pull me into her arms."What's the matter baby?" she asked as she stroked my hair. "What happened?""Everything is falling apart," I choked out between sobs. "Chelley is destroying everything, no matter what I do it feels like I've already lost him. I've lost the man I truly love."My mother guided me toward the living room and settled me onto the sofa before disappearing into the kitchen. I heard her moving around making coffee as I tried to catch my breath, and I grabbed the remote t

Mitchelle Dorian led me through the massive foyer and up a curved staircase that seemed to go on forever, and we walked down a hallway lined with expensive artwork before he stopped in front of a door. He pushed it open and gestured for me to enter, and I stepped into a bedroom that was easily twice the size of the master bedroom at Jason's house. "I'll have someone bring you a blanket and some pajamas," Dorian offered as he moved to a closet built into the wall. "This should make you more comfortable for the night." I stood frozen in the center of the room taking in the four poster bed and the sitting area by the windows. I never knew Uncle Dorian was this rich, I had always assumed he was just another family member who had been cast out and forgotten, but this mansion made Jason's estate look like a modest suburban home. How had he built all of this after losing everything? And why had the family worked so hard to erase him from their history if he was capable of this level of s

MitchelleI woke to the sound of my phone buzzing relentlessly on the nightstand beside me, and I reached for it with half-closed eyes while trying to remember where I was. I glanced at my phone screen to see Danika's name flashing across it, so I swiped to answer."Hello?" I mumbled while rubbing sleep from my eyes."Chelley, oh my god, I'm so sorry about last night," Danika began in a rush. "I didn't know you were coming over and I feel terrible that…""Girl, what the hell?" I cut her off as a smile crept across my face. "Why have you been fucking the entire night?"There was a long pause on the other end before Danika let out an embarrassed laugh."How did you know?" she asked quietly."Because I came to your apartment last night hoping to talk about everything that happened at the gala," I explained. "But when I got there, I could hear you getting thoroughly laid through your bedroom window.""Oh god," Danika groaned. "I'm so sorry Chelley, I swear I would have answered if I had

MitchelleI locked myself in the master bedroom and collapsed against the door as sobs tore from my throat. Chloe's words played on repeat in my mind like a torture device designed specifically to break me."I'm going to mother your child.""You'll have no access to her.""Back to the streets where you belong."I pressed my hands against my face as tears streamed between my fingers. Was I really fooling myself this entire time? All the expensive clothes and confident walks, all the strategic planning with Danika, all the power plays against Jason and Chloe. Maybe they had been watching me parade around like some kind of desperate fool while laughing at me from the sidelines.My biological child would grow up calling Chloe mama. She would never know I existed, never know that I carried her genetics, never know that I had wanted her desperately but signed away my rights in a moment of manipulation. Was this whole revenge worth it when my child was knew my Step sister as mother?I grabbe