All Chapters of Scumbag Contract Husband, My Regretful Mate is Back : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Afraid of you?" Darius scoffed. "Isn't it obvious?" Hazel shot at him. The smirk on Darius' face didn't waver, but something in his gaze shifted.Hazel continued. “You come in here, trying to intimidate me, but it’s not working. You know why?” She let the silence stretch before whispering, “Because you know I’m going to get out of here. And when I do, I’ll make you regret ever touching me. You underestimate me."For the first time, Darius said nothing. He stared at her for a long moment before standing. “We’ll see about that,” he said.And then he was gone.The second he left, Hazel exhaled slowly, letting the tension leave her body.She had rattled him. Even just a little, but she had to move faster.Every night, she studied the guards with more attention. She listened to their conversations, learned their habits. The loose bolt in the bars? She had been working on it for days, carefully loosening it little by little when no one was looking.Mira.She wasn’t fully loyal to Dariu

The morning sun filtered through the grand windows of the royal quarters, casting golden streaks across the stone walls. The air smelled of honeyed bread, roasted meat, and freshly brewed tea. This was Serena’s attempt at making Ryland’s favourite breakfast. She knew he would love it!She had woken up early that morning and had spent over an hour in the kitchen, overseeing the servants as they prepared the meal, hoping it would be enough to break through whatever dark cloud had settled over the man she loved..Time had passed and she was now seated across from him in their private dining hall. She blinked back her tears as she watched him in silence. Ryland had barely acknowledged the steaming plates before him. Serena noticed that his jaw was tense and his gaze was unfocused as he idly tapped his fingers against the polished oak table.“Ryland,” she called out softly, fighting the urge to get upset. No response...He sat there, looking over her shoulders, but not meeting her ey

Serena paced the length of her chamber, her fingers twisting anxiously in the folds of her silk robe. The evening air was thick with the scent of rain, and it seeped through the open windows, brushing against her flushed cheeks.She was supposed to be in bed, preparing to go to sleep, but she wasn’t. Rather, her mind raced as she paced the room aimlessly. A knot twisted at the pit of her stomach as just one person occupied her troubled mind. Hazel.That rogue girl. That... nobody. That freakin’ scrap! Serena hissed underneath her breath. How had she managed to capture Ryland’s attention in such a way? Wasn’t she a mere rogue and nothing more?Why Hazel? Serena wondered bitterly as her lips trembled with barely contained rage. Soon, she stopped to clutch the edge of a velvet armchair as another thought struck her. It was the memory of the guard’s terrified confession which now echoed in her ears.“The whole night,” he had whispered. “The Alpha was with the rogue girl the entire nig

“I own you now,” Rodrigo repeated. His words carried the kind of weight that couldn’t be ignored. Hazel stiffened and her breath caught as his sharp gaze pinned her in place. The air around them felt thick.He took a step closer, towering over her, “ Say your full name.”Hazel swallowed hard and her throat suddenly felt dry. Her name? The one that no longer belonged to her? Her lips barely parted when a sharp scoff cut through the silence.“She’s not even worth speaking to,” Darius sneered, crossing his arms. His voice dripped with disdain as he leaned against the car. His usual arrogance was on full display. “A discarded rogue, barely more than filth. Why waste your breath?”Rodrigo didn’t even turn his head.“Shut up, Daruis!” He ordered. Darius flinched and his smirk vanished. Hazel shrank back slightly, as she experienced Rodrigo’s sharp and controlled rage. He wasn’t like Darius. He didn’t bark orders or flaunt his power just for the sake of it. No, his power was something el

What the hell is wrong with me??Oh, Damn it! Rodrigo muttered under his breath. He was still at the dinner table, rigid, as his fingers tightened around the silverware. His thoughts were a storm, circling one thing.Hazel.The way she had stiffened at Thorne’s words. The barely concealed tremble in her fingers. The way she had swallowed her emotions like a woman who had done it a thousand times before. Then she had fled and bolted from the room like the walls were closing in on her. Like she couldn’t stand being seen.And he had let her go. What was the point of stopping her? She obviously wasn’t comfortable around him. Rodrigo ground his teeth, shifting in his seat as frustration curled in his chest. He wasn’t the type to care. People broke in front of him all the time. Wolves begged. They cowered. They yielded.He had never cared. So why was he still thinking about the look in Hazel’s eyes?At the corner of the room, Eleanor stood watching him without a word. Rodrigo let out a