All Chapters of I Was Done Being Tamed in the Name of Love : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

I didn't reply. Instead, I went straight to my contacts and deleted every way I had of reaching him.Little by little, the apartment emptied. Bastian thought that leaving me hanging long enough would teach me to behave. He had no idea that if he kept it up, I'd eventually stop wanting him altogether.Black trash bags were piled high in the entryway. While rummaging through a drawer for packing tape, my fingers brushed against an old first-aid kit. I stopped, feeling the layer of dust coating its plastic case.I'd once been so insecure that I was notorious among our friends for constantly checking up on Bastian. If he came home even an hour late, I'd be too anxious to sleep, calling him over and over from late at night until the early hours of the morning.Six months ago, determined to cure me of what he considered a terrible habit, Bastian had come up with a set of rules.It started one night when he missed my calls while entertaining clients. I panicked and called him incessantly, eve

"Still not done moving? Want me to send a few guys over to help?" Was what he wanted to say when she picked up.Instead of Sydney's voice, however, he heard a cold automated recording."I'm sorry. The number you have dialed is no longer in service."Bastian froze.Laughter and conversation still filled the room, but suddenly, it felt as though all the air had been sucked out of it. Frowning, he quickly hung up and dialed again, only to hear the same crisp recorded message."What's wrong, Bastian?"Molly noticed his rigid expression and reached out to touch his arm."Get away from me!"He shoved her aside so abruptly that red wine spilled across the floor. His face had gone deathly pale. Snatching his car keys off the coffee table, he bolted out the door like a madman.His childhood friends exchanged bewildered looks, the smiles not yet gone from their faces.Bastian tore through the night in his Maybach, running two red lights along the way. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight

My new life in Halewick was shining brighter than ever.Back at the new house, however, Bastian was coughing so hard he could barely catch his breath."God, what's that smell?"He yanked open the curtains and threw every window open, trying to clear the overpowering stench of formaldehyde and cheap leather.Molly had wanted a French-inspired luxury aesthetic without spending much money, so she'd furnished the entire house with cheap, poorly made pieces from small workshops. Within three days of moving in, Bastian's eyes were stinging, and his throat had become inflamed. To make matters worse, the flashy but impractical bed she'd chosen for the master bedroom creaked loudly at the slightest movement, keeping him awake all night.His phone suddenly began vibrating nonstop. It was his assistant, Alex Carter, who sounded close to tears."Mr. Shaw! Mr. Lowell's project proposal got rejected again! The client's saying our design details are too sloppy, and now they want to terminate the cont

I'd finally come to understand something. Once you stopped loving someone, even their most desperate pleas seemed like nothing more than a pathetic performance.I took a small step back and sharply pulled my gown free of Bastian's grasp."Excuse me, sir," I said coldly. "You must have me confused with someone else. I don't know you.""Sydney! It's me, Bastian! We were together for five years..."He screamed as he reached for my ankle, but before he could grab me, a large black umbrella appeared overhead, shielding me from the wind and rain.Yancey had come to stand beside me, tall and impeccably dressed in his suit, carrying a familiar, comforting scent.He slipped off his warm cashmere coat and draped it gently over my shoulders, treating me with the utmost care before wrapping an arm around me.Then he looked down coldly at Bastian, who was still kneeling in the mud."Security, get this man away from my fiancée. And make sure he never comes within thirty feet of Ms. Lewis again.""Yo