Shameless Ch 1 Novels & Stories

CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains depictions of sexual assault, drug abuse, and emotional manipulation that may be triggering for some readers. UNSPOKEN THINGS ~CHELSEA POV~ {Playlist Suggestion: "Next" by Shaker, Cobra} My hands shake as I fumble with the key to our apartment door. The hallway reeks of stale cigarettes and broken dreams. Paint peels from the walls like dead skin. This place suffocates me more each day. Inside, silence greets me. Mom's probably passed out. Chase is at the hospital for his overnight observation.

Shameless. I turned around to leave and instead bumped into a wall. How could a wall be in a tent? I looked and my heartbeat quickened. His scent filled my lungs and replaced my hunger with something else. I was on eye level with his fine chest, staring at the rock-hard muscles that his crimson tunic did not hide. Stunned by the intersection of his arms, the golden slopes of muscle flexing at his slightest movement, i didn't bother trying to move. He was huge. Twice my size if not more. I looked up. My eyes met his and i forgot about the rule i'd made about looking into the General's eyes. I forgot he'd broken my arm only yesterday. I forgot he'd called me a filthy and miserly maid only the

Shameless. In the end, I justified my actions with the thought that touching myself is natural and part of growing up. I only felt negatively about it because of my conservative upbringing. So, I tried to copy how Jasper touched me, but it frustrated me that I couldn’t come. It’s absurd because I remembered he could make me with just his fingers, but when I did it, it didn’t feel the same. It felt... awkward and weird. I didn’t like it. What I don’t like even more... was what it was implying.

**Chloe's POV** Watching myself on the screen, tangled up with three men at once, was beyond mortifying. The video captured every sordid detail, and while I might have enjoyed those moments back then, seeing it now made my stomach churn. This wasn’t just a personal shame; it was a full-blown disaster that could ruin my reputation and my life. Panic gripped me as I realized the severity of what was happening. The whispers and murmurs in the room grew louder, every eye fixated on me, judging, condemning.

The moment my finger grazed the screen, a sharp chill ran through me. The message was short but dripping with his usual arrogance and disdain: [Don't bother coming to the alliance banquet. A shameless woman like you doesn't deserve to be seen with me in public.] Shameless? My mind went blank for a second, like I'd just been sucker-punched. What is he even talking about? What exactly have I done that's "shameless"? That simmering anger I'd buried not long ago flared up all over again at his baseless accusations. But then, strangely, another feeling crept in—one of absurdity, and, oddly, relief.

I kept my eyes lowered, my hands trembling at my sides, as though they no longer belonged to me. With great effort, I raised one shaky hand and reached for the buttons of his shirt. My fingers fumbled clumsily, refusing to cooperate. Each button felt heavier than the last as I worked them open one by one, my movements slow, reluctant, and filled with dread. As the fabric parted, his bare chest gradually came into view. A sharp wave of discomfort washed over me, and I immediately turned my face away, unable, unwilling, to look any longer. Shame burned hot in my chest, spreading through me like poison.

He simply watched me, his blue eyes holding a secret knowledge. I stumbled away, each step a testament to the seismic shift that had occurred within me. The city’s breath still clung to me, but now it held a new scent—the musky, primal scent of sex. I was no longer just Chloe, the successful businesswoman. I was Chloe, the woman who had found raw, forbidden pleasure in the arms of a stranger. And as I walked away, the shame was still there, but beneath it, a strange, exhilarating sense of liberation bloomed. I would never be the same.

My chest tightened painfully. Chloe lowered her voice teasingl͏y afterward. "You know what is silly?" She grazed her belly gently. "No matter how long you've been wedded to him, I am still the one holding his child." I quickly hung up the phone before she said more. Then I threw my phone onto the bed violently. Humiliation spread through every inch of my body. I felt pathetic. How much more shame was I meant to take before just leaving? That night, I barely slept.

I leaned forward, my knuckles turning white as I stared at his flawless, aristocratic face on the screen, a toxic mixture of absolute fury and pure terror clawing its way up my throat. "No way," I whispered into the quiet space of my cubicle, my voice trembling as the sheer gravity of my mistake finally settled deep in my gut. "No way... it’s him." End of Chapter 10

CHAPTER 35 SHAMELESS WOMAN WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE!