MARIUS’ POV: The man who volunteered to pretend to be one of Adriano’s recruits slips out the gates, leaving them unlocked for our easy entrance. “Your wife is on the third floor, at the end of the hallway. Also, most of the armed men are already asleep, including The Boss,” he says. I tap his shoulder, “Thanks to you and your wife. I’ll forever be in debt to you.” We smile at each other, before he goes back to his village for safety.I must not fail again! This time, I’ll stop Adriano and save my wife! After my signal, my bodyguards come rushing forward. Compared to before, Adriano’s lapdogs are way too complacent, some are drunk others are exhausted from their training. When we prowl through the gates, bullets start to rain down. Some of the enemies don’t get the chance to retaliate or to even hide, others manage to fire a few shots at us but still end up being either dead or injured. Once we’re inside the mansion, Adriano and his men are already awake and have prepared to
Adriano is dead, and so are the majority of his top officials and new recruits. The ones who survived are either in the hospital getting treated or are now in jail getting investigated. Me and some of my men are also injured, but our injuries aren’t life threatening. That’s why we only stayed in the hospital for about a day, before being discharged. I pay a visit to the villagers who helped us win our war, and compensate them with a hefty amount of money that I never mentioned to them before. At first, they decline, but I insist. Hence, they eventually accept. When we return to the capital, I immediately ask for Hazel’s psychologist to assist her again just in case she’s experiencing some sort of another mental breakdown. Hazel is grateful about it and cooperates well. I also surrender Vincent back to the police, and file charges against Hazel’s former adoptive family for conspiring with Adriano to force Hazel to kill me. Then there’s dad’s funeral which is attended by the bigge
PROLOGUE:Our three-year marriage is facing many challenges, and growing up as an orphan, who am I to expect anything better? My husband, Carter Whitlock, is everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Strong, kind, and fiercely devoted, he’s swept me off my feet from the moment we first met. In his arms, I’ve found solace and belonging. My mother-in-law, Elmyra, always has a disapproving gaze that’s never far from my side. The other members of the Whitlock family, too, seem to regard me with suspicion and disdain, as if I’m an interloper in their midst. I long to earn their acceptance, to prove myself worthy of their family name. Each day, I strive to be the perfect wife for Carter, tending to his needs with care and devotion. Yet no matter how hard I try, it seems as though I can never quite measure up to their expectations.Even so, a sense of determination always stirs within me. I won’t be cowed by their judgment, nor won’t I allow their harsh words to dim the light of my love for Carter.
CHAPTER 2:The man who says he loves me in the morning is now making love with my best friend.Carter's hands roam over Lillian's naked body, his lips trailing feverish kisses along her neck, while Lillian's laughter echoes in the room like a cruel taunt.My throat constricts. I want to curse, to scream, to lash out at them with every ounce of fury burning inside me. But my voice fails me, lost in a desert of despair.Finally, Carter and Lillian notice my presence, their passion abruptly extinguished like a candle snuffed out by a gust of wind. My tears fall unchecked now, hot and bitter against my cheeks. Carter scrambles to his feet, hastily pulling on his clothes.“Why are you here?” he asks.Lillian remains on the bed, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips, her gaze cold and calculating. She revels in my agony, relishing the destruction she has wrought.“It’s not what you think it is,” Carter says.My heart shatters into a million jagged pieces. I need to get out of here! I c
CHAPTER 3: It all clicks. The late night calls, the flirtings, the unusual caring with Lillian - their chuckles in bed, my parents' coldness, Elmyra's sneers. My mind replays these scenes over and over again, like a broken record.I sit on the edge of the bed of the apartment I rented since last night, the weight of the world keeps pressing down on my shoulders.Just as I’m sinking deeper into the darkness of my thoughts, my phone shatters the silence. I jolt as I wipe away my tears. My hand trembles slightly as I glance at the screen. Then, my jaw clenches in anger when I see the caller ID—Lillian.“Really? You still have the guts to call me?” I hiss.-["Listen, Hazel, it's evident where his heart lies, and frankly, your dramatics won't change that. Just gracefully accept the truth and move on, like any sensible person would."]-Lilian says in her sweet voice, without a hint of remorse or shame.-[“We need to talk, Express Cafe, now.”]-My grip on the phone tightens, my nails diggi
CHAPTER 4: Read your contract - This should be on my tombstone.I dug out my prenup from when papa told me not to worry about anything, that they would protect me and all I had to do was sign it, and so I did. But now, I realize that every conditioning of this prenup is working against me.My parents sold me into marriage, and they’ll be furious with me for getting a divorce. They’ll be bankrupt and vulnerable to attacks without Carter’s protection. “If you want a divorce, you won’t get a penny from me. You will no longer be under my protection. Think twice, Hazel.”Those are Carter's words, which are burned in my memory.I just wanna brush off the agreement and his threat by not thinking too much about them. But then, they start to haunt me, making me understand the realness of it all. Escaping isn’t a possibility, and Carter proves that…The rain pours as I stand on the doorstep of my rented house, the water mingles with the tears I try so hard to hold back.“Your husband's men t
CHAPTER 5:Divorce is never as easy as I thought it would be.-[“I’m calling to inform you that Mr. Thorne has decided to NOT take your case. We can recommend good divorce lawyers if needed….”]- The woman’s tone is cool and reserved over the phone.Confusion clouds my thoughts, and questions race through my mind—why would he turn me away? Is he busy? Or does he find my case not worthy of his time?I quickly rush to the law firm, hoping to personally meet and talk to Marius Throne, but I’m told by his secretary that appointments with Marius Throne are currently lined up for a month from now.So, he’s busy. Even so,... I’m still hoping that he’ll have a change of heart and accept my divorce case if only he can understand my situation. It’s a good case, hard case to be exact - my prenup agreement is harsh and my husband was caught cheating red-handed. This may pique his interest.The bustling lobby seems to shrink in an instant as I, lost in my thoughts, collide with someone in a shar
What happened that day was like a soap melodrama."Don't you dare interfere," Carter warns as he raises an eyebrow, his voice laced with hostility, his arrogance refuses to falter. But Marius remains unfazed, his voice calm and resolute. "I have to," he counters. "Mrs. Whitlock is here to see me. Any legal advice regarding her, kindly proceeds through me."You'd think after this I'll have a solid divorce lawyer.If only that were the case.Marius Thorne did not say ‘no’ to my case, but he did not say ‘yes’ either.Two days have lapsed and still, there’s no call from him. I consider the possibility that he may just be busy, but if I don’t receive a phone call until tomorrow, I’ll go back to the Counsel Commanders Law Firm myself.I try to be optimistic, but beneath that optimism lies a gnawing fear—what if Marius Thorne can't, or worse, won't help me in the end?I can't bear to contemplate the idea of being turned away, left with no recourse and nowhere to turn to again. I glance at