Chapter 470
Chapter 470:
I stared at the people who had raised me and felt the last fragile thread of my past snap. They had sold me without a second thought. I was entirely, utterly alone.
An hour later, the heavy doors of Grant’s armored Cadillac SUV sealed us inside. The tires hummed against the asphalt as we headed back to Washington.
I stared out the bulletproof window, my chest tight with suffocating rage. “Is your den in Georgetown supposed to be a home, Grant? Or is it just another cell p>
Grant didn’t flinch. He turned his head, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a terrifying, unvarnished honesty. “Both p>
My breath hitched.
“It is the only place on earth where you and Jaxon will be absolutely protected,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a gravelly, obsessive depth. “But it is also a cage, Carmella. Because I spent seven years believing I had lost you. I will not risk it ever again p>
The cold truth of his pathology settled over me like a shroud.
𝗡𝗼𝘃𝘦𝗅𝘴 𝘪𝗇 𝗍r𝘦nd 𝗈ո 𝗴a𝗅ո𝗈𝘃е𝗅ѕ.𝘤𝗼𝗺
When we finally arrived at the Georgetown townhouse, the staff kept their heads bowed. I walked up the grand staircase, my legs feeling like lead, and stepped into the master suite.
It was a massive room, dominated by a king-sized bed draped in pristine white linens.
I spun around as Grant followed me inside. “I want my own room,” I demanded, my voice shaking. “I signed your contract. I will play mother to Jaxon and wife for your cameras. But I will not share a bed with you p>
Grant reached behind him. His hand closed over the heavy brass deadbolt on the oak door.
Click.
The sound of the lock engaging was a final, echoing execution of my boundaries.
He closed the distance between us with predatory speed, backing me against the wall until my spine hit the cold plaster. “Our marriage is permanent, Carmella,” he growled softly, his large hands pinning my wrists to the wall above my head. “There is no separation. Not in public, and certainly not in my den p>
Before I could speak, his mouth crashed down on mine.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was a violent, desperate claim. His rosemary and rain scent drowned my senses. I tried to fight, to twist away, but a terrifying, inexplicable heat suddenly flared deep within my wolfless body — a buried, instinctual spark that answered his dominance, a phantom memory of a bond I couldn’t comprehend.
A war raged in my chest between absolute terror and a sickening, magnetic desire. Exhausted by the betrayal of my own flesh, my struggles ceased. Grant’s grip softened, his lips trailing a burning path down my jaw as the heavy darkness of the room pulled me toward a restless, inevitable sleep.
Carmella Golden POV
The heavy darkness of my restless sleep didn’t bring peace. It dissolved into a freezing, torrential downpour.
I was standing on the wet pavement of an Ivy League campus, the gothic brick architecture looming like tombstones in the gray rain. The air was thick with the scent of despair and heartbreak.
Grant stood before me, completely drenched, his dark eyes wide with desperate, agonizing disbelief.
Message from Noa: Hope you have a great Tuesday dear readers, God loves you and Noa wishes you all the best. p>