He Left Her Broken, She Returned a Weapon のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Chapter 52The fluorescent lights of the office building swam in Jessica's rearview mirror as she finally escaped the drudgery of another exciting day at the office. The city sounds faded as she drove further into the quieter, tree-lined streets leading to her Suzanne's mansion. She wanted to make a brief stop before heading to her apartment. The rhythmic swish of the wipers on her windshield was almost hypnotic, a soothing balm after a day of spreadsheets, controlling the new staff and demanding deadlines.Then, with a sputtering cough and a violent jerk, her car died. Dead as a doornail.Jessica slammed on the hazard lights, the flashing orange a pathetic beacon in the gathering dusk. Rain, which had been a gentle drizzle, intensified into a torrential downpour. Frustration, a familiar companion these days at the slightest provocation, bubbled up inside her. With a sigh that fogged the windows, she grabbed her purse, took a deep breath, and pushed open the car door. The rain immed

Chapter 54"How did it go? Did she comply well enough?" Leah asked Clarissa. Both were sitting in the living room, discussing what had happened at Arlan's place over a bottle of wine. Clarissa had gone straight to visit Leah at her house after she'd left Arlan's place. "She is not going to be a problem, I guess," Clarissa mumbled a reply, adjusting her hair, "she's ambitious, very." She added. "Really? That means I'm never wrong about things like this. I knew she was not going to be a problem when I saw her. We are making progress. By tomorrow, she's going to get the pills." "What pills?" Clarissa asked, turning to look at the woman. "What do you mean by "what pills?" Of course, it's what we're going to be needing to take that old bat out of the way." Clarissa swallowed hard, and cleared her throat. "And what type would that be?" "The type that would never be detected in his system. It's going to be added in his drink every morning for two weeks. After that, the work

Chapter 56 The air in Brandon Ashford's sleek office crackled with unspoken tension. Rain lashed against the ceramic windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside him. He'd been nursing a scotch, trying to focus on the quarterly reports, but the news Naomi had just delivered had shattered his carefully constructed facade of calm. In fact, his whole day has been ruined by the news. "Michael is throwing Suzanne a surprise birthday party," Naomi said, her voice flat, almost devoid of emotion. But Brandon knew Naomi, he knew about her crazed feelings for her boss. Beneath that porcelain mask of indifference lay a simmering, possessive rage directed squarely at Suzanne. He'd seen it in her eyes the day she walked out of Suzanne's office, a cold, calculating stare that first sent shivers down his spine. Brandon’s jaw tightened. He hadn’t even known it was Suzanne’s birthday soon. A wave of self-recrimination washed over him, quickly followed by a surge of pure, unadulterated fury. How

Chapter 58 Mallory sat slumped against the cold bathroom door, her breath ragged and shallow as she tried to steady the sharp, throbbing pain radiating from her knee. The floor beneath her was slick with water, causing her to lose balance as she stepped out of the shower, her foot sliding forward on the wet tiles. Time seemed to slow in that instant: her leg shot out beneath her, and she crashed down hard, skin scraping roughly against the unforgiving floor. Now, deep crimson streaks traced a path down her leg, pooling around her knee like a dark river staining her pale skin. The pain was merciless — a searing, stabbing ache that pulsed with every heartbeat, making her breath hitch and her vision blur slightly. She could barely move that leg, and even a slight shift sent fresh waves of agony rippling through her. Beside her lay her cellphone, face up on the tiled floor, the screen dim but still active. For the past few minutes, she had been desperately pressing the phone against her

Chapter 60 (That same night in Jacob's penthouse) "Are you wet yet?" Jacob Hawthorne's voice swarmed round the room, his rough sex driven voice sounding slimy in Olivia Rodrigo's ears. She was seated on the bed, eyes blindfolded with a black tie, fingers deep into her honeypot. Her long straight legs were thrown widely apart with one hand slanted backwards for support. As she teased herself, she moaned, her head thrown back with her long blonde hair sweeping the bed. She was a curvy beautiful woman, one who was capable of driving any man she wanted crazy. Her body looked like a work of art, and it was what fantasized Jacob the most. Ever since he got into the city, he had been hooked with this banging submissive of his. This was a part of him that was hidden away from his family and the outside world. For this purpose, he always kept his real identity hidden from his submissives. Being a dominant was his personality and he would not be able to do anything without it.