His Cruelty, Her Rebirth

th. I didn't have time to stop. I stumbled, my ankle twisting painf

oe! I' m

fake concern. She reached out to help me up, but her hand pr

I was going," she said, her eyes wide and apolog

off me." My voic

xpensive leather shoes

Ethan' s voice was shar

es filled with tears. He saw me, sitting there, glarin

u do?" he demanded,

only made me look guiltier. "It' s not her fault

Ethan' s eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on me. He completely ig

ch her," I sai

e angry with her. She' s just upset. I' m the one who got the red card. It'

to her feet with a gentleness he had never shown me, not even in our past li

No

he air between us.

ou have some special privilege? You are n

ied to stand, but the pain in my ankle wa

He motioned to two of his security guards standing nearby. "Take her to the storeroo

owerful as the Thompsons, but we were not insignifi

ice was dangerously quiet. "Or do y

ed. The guards

me to my feet, my injured ankle screaming in protest. I

t was filled with old furniture covered in white sheets, smelling of dust and

d into compl

since childhood, began to creep in. My breathing quickened. I s

pped in a closet, and I had cried until my throat was raw. It was Ethan, just a boy himself, wh

t be scared, Chloe. I' ll always fi

ul. He was the one who had taught

e one who had thro

m me. My head felt light, and the room started to spin. I was so tired. The st

usness beg

unconsciousness, I thought I hear

calling

hlo

feeling of being cared for, a feeling I hadn't known i