All Chapters of Married At My Ex Husband's Burial: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and my heart dropped so hard into my stomach that I almost forgot how to breathe. Cole hadn't even turned around. His back was still partly facing the door, his hands dripping with clear alcohol and Stephen's blood, but somehow, he knew I was there. He had probably known the whole time.My fingers dug into the plaster behind me as I tried to steady myself. I wanted to move backward, to put as much distance between myself and that room as possible, but my legs refused to cooperate. The hallway suddenly felt too cold, and every breath I took seemed to scrape against my lungs."I'm waiting," Cole said.His voice was low and calm, carrying through the cracked door without any effort. There was no anger in it, no impatience, and certainly no hint that he had just tortured a man. Somehow, that made it worse.I swallowed against the bile rising in my throat and slowly pulled my trembling hand away from my mouth. Every part of me was screaming at me t

The tires squealed as Daniel slammed his foot on the accelerator. The taxi jerked forward, throwing me against the passenger door as the engine roared. The rough road shook beneath us, and the trees outside turned into a dark blur. I grabbed the central console to steady myself, my heart pounding as Daniel drove faster. "Hey! Stop the fucking car!" I screamed. "Let me out! Daniel, stop!" He didn't even look back. He only laughed, throwing his head back for a moment before turning his eyes to the road again. The sound of it made my stomach twist. When he glanced at me through the rearview mirror, he looked almost pleased by the fear on my face. "Look at you," he said. "Screaming like a helpless little pet. Where's your big, scary protector now, Celene? Did Cole forget to put you on a leash tonight?" "Fuck you! Let me out!" I pulled at the door handle again, but the lock didn't move. I tried harder, panic rising as the taxi continued speeding down the empty road. "Keep pullin

Leather straps bit into my wrists, holding my hands pinned flat above my head. I blinked against the harsh bulb overhead, but my left eye was swollen completely shut. I tried to pull my legs together, but my ankles were strapped far apart to the footboard. My throat burned like fire from the seatbelt. My stomach was a mass of dark, tender bruises that made every breath hurt. I looked down at myself. My torn dress was gone. He had put me in a thin, sheer nightgown that stopped way above my knees, leaving my legs fully exposed. My right thigh was covered in ugly purple blotches from his boots. But when I looked at my left leg—the one that had snapped when I hit the road—my heart stopped. The skin looked smooth. No cuts. No bruises. No mud. The bone inside was still throbbing with a sharp, sickening pain, but the outside looked completely unharmed. A quiet scraping sound came from the end of the bed. I forced my head up. Daniel was sitting on a wooden stool right between my legs. O

Cole Ryder’s POVI pushed her too far this time...But then again, if she was going to be a part of my world... she needed to experience my world... be familiar with the crimson color of it... the way of life, the rules... the freedom... Sometimes, in order to be fully part of the darkness, you need to experience a little shadow...The metallic smell of blood still hung in the air behind me. Councillor Stephen’s body was warm on the floor, but I didn't spare him another thought as I pulled the heavy oak doors shut. I took a clean handkerchief from my breast pocket and wiped the blood from my knuckles before turning to the two guards waiting in the hallway."Get Stephen’s body out of there," I ordered, my voice quiet. "Burn the suit. Send the rest down to the docks. I want this wing cleaned before sunrise.""Understood, Boss."They moved past me and entered the room. I had barely taken three steps toward the private elevator when three more guards came rushing around the corner. Their

"You bastard," I choked out, my voice cracking down the middle. "You sick bastard..."I squeezed my eyes shut, but the tears kept coming, hot and heavy, tracking into my hair.My head thudded back against the mattress. A cold, suffocating weight landed right on my chest, crushing the air out of me.It was happening all over again.The same trapped feeling, the same total powerlessness, watching everything get torn apart while I sat bound and useless. I’d spent years trying to get away from this exact kind of nightmare, thinking I was smarter now, stronger now. But none of that mattered. I was right back in the same damn hole, pinned to a bed, waiting for the worst to happen while he ran the whole show.A wave of heat hit my blood, sudden and heavy. My breath hitched, and a small, humiliating sound slipped past my teeth. I slammed my eyes shut, crying in sheer frustration as my body betrayed me.Daniel shifted, leaning over me. His thumb and forefinger grabbed my face, prying my eye op