Semua Bab CLAIMED BY MY EX-HUSBAND'S SADISTIC BOSS: Bab 1 - Bab 5

The freezing deluge had long since turned Della’s white linen dress translucent, plastering the thin fabric to her ribs and the surgical scar winding down her right hip.The modest, high-collared piece chosen specifically to satisfy her mother-in-law Mireille's rigid standards for "appropriate naval spousal attire" was completely ruined.Her teeth clicked violently together. Every breath felt like inhaling crushed glass, yet her numb, bloodless fingers refused to slacken their grip on the heavy canvas garment bag.She hunched her shoulders, curving her spine to form a human canopy over the bag.Not a single drop was allowed to touch his uniform, even as her own blood turned to slush."I've already told you, miss," the gate guard said from the dry warmth of his glass booth. "Civilians aren't permitted past the perimeter without prior clearance logged in the system. Recruits don't get visitors on non-visiting days."He didn’t bother looking up from his terminal, though his eyes had alre

The bus ride back to Thornfield was a slow, agonizing descent into hell.Della sat near the rear, squeezed into the corner seat by the fogged glass, clutching the Admiral's umbrella across her lap like a weapon.The radiator beneath her seat hissed violently, blowing dry, stale heat over her bare, waterlogged legs, but it did nothing to warm the ice settled deep inside her bones.Her thin white linen dress, still saturated and clinging like a cold second skin, left almost nothing to the imagination.Water dripped steadily from her hem, forming a puddle around her bare ankles.The fabric clung to every curve, every scar, every vulnerable inch of her body.Every eye on the crowded bus was fixed on her.The men stared with undisguised hunger, their eyes lingering over the translucent fabric plastered to her waist, her chest, and the faint outline of her undergarments.One man in a business suit didn't even bother hiding his interest, leaning forward in his seat, his tongue darting out to

The sharp buzz of Della's mobile phone cut through the stifling quiet of the annex just past one in the afternoon.Della didn't need to check the display. Only one person called with such rigid, demanding punctuality.It had been barely four hours since Mireille had delivered her cruel monologue in the kitchen and walked out."Hayes is bringing the car around to the annex." Mireille's voice came through the speaker before Della could even part her lips, smooth and entirely unbothered. "Be outside in ten minutes. That silk you ruined yesterday was bespoke, and it cost a small fortune. Now we have to waste an entire afternoon sourcing a gown for an anniversary dinner you threw a tantrum over."Della sat on the edge of the mattress, picking at a loose thread on her oversized shirt.Mireille made it sound so effortless, twisting the entire miserable event around until Della was the only villain in the room.Della stared at the red end-call button on the screen. She wanted nothing more tha