All Chapters of My Husband Shared Me:A New Year's Filthy Threesome: Chapter 411 - Chapter 420

Lily-Rose went back to the west room because Mara told her to.She washed her face with cold water and stayed on her feet. She did not lie down. She still wanted Sienna. She was still angry. Sienna’s last words were still in her head.I’m not asking you to forgive me. I’m asking you not to look broken in their hall.Lily-Rose hated that it worked. She had walked away on her own feet.From downstairs she heard Reed’s voice. Then Cole’s. She could not catch the words. She could hear they were tight.She opened her door.No Sienna in the hall.No Mara.Only the stairs.She went down.Reed and Cole were in the small room by the kitchen. One lamp. Two chairs. Reed still had dust on his boots. He stood when he saw her.“You shouldn’t be down here,” Cole said.“I know.”Reed looked at her face, then her mouth, then the way she held her arms. He had seen her like this before. In Jimmy’s house. In the cabin. Hurt and wanting at the same time.“She told you,” he said.“Yes.”“That she was sent.

The rest of the day moved too slow and too fast at the same time.Mara sent them out of the table like the matter was settled. Reed tried to speak and got a look that shut his mouth. Cole stayed close to Lily-Rose until Sienna put herself there instead. Jimmy was given the run of the lower hall and a chair he already seemed to like.Lily-Rose went through the hours with the night sitting in her stomach.Sienna found her near the back window when the house got quiet.“You can refuse the room,” Sienna said.Lily-Rose kept her eyes on the trees.“And give Mara the story that I only wanted you when no one from my old life could see.”“This is not the old life.”“It is if he’s in the chair.”Sienna stood close enough that Lily-Rose felt her heat. No hand. The deal from the morning was already cracking.“I won’t perform you,” Sienna said. “If we go in that room, I take you because you look at me and say yes. Not because Jimmy is hungry for the cost.”Lily-Rose turned her face. Her voice cam

The workrooms were at the back of the house.Not a bedroom. Not a test hall. A long table, ledgers, a map of roads and names. People came in, spoke low to Mara, then looked at Sienna like they already knew her hands.Lily-Rose stood beside her because Mara had said visible.That word felt like a hook in her shirt.Sienna moved through the room as if her body remembered it. She read a list. She crossed out a name. She told a man the east stretch stayed closed and did not raise her voice. The man nodded and left fast.Lily-Rose watched her and felt two things at once.This was the woman who had kissed her with the door open.This was also the woman Hale had sent.“You look like you never left,” Lily-Rose said, quiet.Sienna did not glance up from the page.“I left. The house kept the shape of me.”Jimmy sat near the wall, where Mara had put him. He watched Lily-Rose more than the work. Every time Sienna leaned close to show her a name, his eyes sharpened.Lily-Rose felt those eyes and d

Lily-Rose did not wait for a quieter room.She followed Sienna into the first workroom off the hall and shut the door hard enough to make the map on the wall jump.“Say it.”Sienna set the list down. Her hands were steady. Her eyes were not as steady as she wanted them to be.“Collector was a title Hale used for me.”“I heard that in the yard. I asked what it means.”Sienna looked at the door, then at her.“It means I didn’t only watch people. I brought them in. Names. Debts. Anyone Hale wanted moved off one piece of ground and onto this one.”Lily-Rose’s mouth went dry.“People.”“Yes.”“Women.”Sienna’s answer came slower.“Sometimes.”The room felt smaller. A ledger sat open between them. Ink. Roads. Other people’s lives reduced to lines. Lily-Rose could see herself in that book now, whether her name was written yet or not.“Was I one of them from the start?”“You were the open door,” Sienna said. “I told you that. Collector means I knew how to walk through it.”Lily-Rose laughed o

They dressed without looking at each other at first.Lily-Rose’s mouth still felt used. Her thighs were still wet. The bed behind them still held the shape of what they had done. None of that left the room when she opened the door.Reed stood in the hall with his arms folded. He looked at her face before he looked at Sienna. That was how she knew this was going to cut.“Downstairs,” he said. “Kitchen. Not their table.”Sienna’s voice was calm.“Mara hears the kitchen too.”“Then she can hear me.”They went down.Cole was already there. He took one look at Lily-Rose’s mouth and then stared at the floor, as if the truth of the east room was still on her skin. Jax was not in the doorway. Jimmy was not in the chair. For a minute the house felt almost ordinary. It was not.Reed poured water and did not drink it.“You asked for her in front of them,” he said to Lily-Rose. “Then you took her to bed. I heard enough to know it was real. I’m not here to shame that.”Lily-Rose held the back of a