His Obsession, Her Freedom

s of marriage, three years of sleeping in separate beds, dreaming separate dreams

band, Blake Harrison, was busy at a high-end club. He

figure stopped her. It wasn't a bright light or a

ice echoing in the void. "The underworld grants you ten days to return to the livin

he words, a blinding white

eck was crowded with people, music was blasting, and champagne

gratulations, Blake, on shaking off that wic

e couldn't believe it. While she was being tortured to death b

ou have the nerv

eized her throat. Chloe looked up at the man in front of her. Blake Harrison. His ey

gle person to look for her. She had held onto a tiny, fool

ound them st

ge saying you were killed by bandits?"

stop Blake from attending Amelia's birthday party, you even brib

oat tightened. She looked at Blake Harrison' s bloodshot eyes, and her heart ached with

stolen, her vision starting to blu

e, st

gasped, sucking in the fresh, salty air, her lungs

rished by the entire Miller family. And Blake Harri

Amelia and Blake would have been happily

just returned, you pull this stunt about being kidnapped by bandits

some and cold, and Amelia Miller, gentle and soft. They were both dressed in pristine white

amed, torn them apart, and stamped her claim on Blake like a feral anima

art belonged to another, she had tried everything to please them. And

e a ransom note. The first letter she wrote was to her father, who was away on deploy

age. "Ms. Miller, your mother said if you pull another one of these stunts to

ison. His only reply was a coffin

hter and wife of a wealthy man! Three bloody letters, and not one

er. It pierced her heart. She watched a

till feel the excruciating pain right there, a ghos

er of surprise crossed her eyes, but it was

Mom and Dad were heartbroken when they heard you died at the

me your grievances, sister. You're my si

the story that Chloe had faked her own death. But

ocritical face. She turned to walk away, but Bla

ed. "Let me tell you, Chloe. Even if you really died, I'd only pou

ut her gaze fell on something else. On his left

tors said he might not make it. She had gone to the temple, kneeling on nine thousand cold

ith her free hand and forcefully tore off

att

k, rolling into the dark corners of the yacht. She let go o