Chapter 391 Even in Death, Youâre Mine
âHeh⦠Well, you never know. What if he really is an idiot?â
Boris cleared his throat. âThatâs not possible. I trust Mr. Ellison.â
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Caroline was about to retort, but David stormed over, snatched her phone, and ended the call before she could say another word.
She didnât react. She didnât even try to take the phone backâjust brushed past him and walked straight into the villa.
Davidâs expression was stormy.
What a ridiculous blunder.
He had seen Caroline having dinner with another man and instantly lost his mind. Blinded by rage, he hadnât stopped to consider who the man actually was.
And now he knewâit was Cameron. A legendary figure. A
And now he knewâit was Cameron. A legendary figure. A Scott family heir. A name with power, history, and untouchable status.
There was no way Cameron had any inappropriate relationship with Caroline outside of business.
David exhaled sharply.
In the living room, the butlerâs face tensed as he saw Mr. and Mrs. Ellison walk in, both looking livid. Oh no. Here we go again. Another fight.
âMr. Ellison,â the butler hesitated, âthe chicken soup you had the kitchen prepare for Mrs. Ellison⦠Itâs still warm. Should I bring it to her now?â
âShe can drink it or leave it. I donât care!â
Caroline, halfway up the stairs, overheard him. She turned her head slightly, her tone mocking. âI had a fiveâthousandâdollar dinner tonight, courtesy of the company. Do you really think Iâd still want a bowl of chicken soup?â
Davidâs jaw clenched.
Caroline didnât wait for a response. She walked into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. Standing at the foot of the bed, she felt the cold creep into her bones.
The spotless sheets. The perfectly arranged pillows.
Her mind snapped back to last night.
The way he had taken her. The way she had no choice.
The disgust. The humiliation. The helplessness. The overwhelming sense of violationâit clung to her, refusing to fade.
In the bathroom, she absentmindedly glanced at the mirrorâand froze.
Bruises. Dark marks trailed down her neck, covering her collarbone.
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Davidâs marks. From last night. She hadnât even realized until now.
Good thing sheâd worn a highâneck dress. If someone saw this, how would she even explain it?
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Water cascaded over her as she stood motionless under the shower, letting it drown out her thoughts. How many more nights like this?How am I supposed to endure tonight? And tomorrow? And every night after that?
She could dodge him for a while, but not forever.
David had crossed a line. There was no turning back. It would only happen again. And again. And each time, heâd only become more ruthless.
Unless she forced them into separate rooms. But he would never allow that.
When she finally stepped out of the bathroom, she moved sluggishlyâfolding clothes, fixing the pillows, anything to stall for time.
David saw through it. Leaning against the doorway, he watched her. âStill not getting into bed?â
âI canât sleep,â Caroline muttered. âI donât like the bed. I donât like the lamp. I donât like-â
David cut her off, his voice low and cold. âYou just donât like me.â
She blamed the furniture, the lightsâeverything him.
cept the real problem. She didnât want to be in bed with
âGet used to it,â he said, his voice eerily calm. âBece weâre spending every night together. And even when
we die, youâll still be buried right next to me.â
Caroline stopped, locking eyes with him.
She wanted to say something.
There were so many things she wanted to say.
But what was the point? Would it change anything?Would it make him let me go?
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