My Heart Turned To Stone For Him

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ry. He looked like a predator that had just spotted its prey escaping. The

rous rumble that vibrated through the pavement. The gu

heart hammered, but I refused to show fear. "What do you want?" I spat, my voice la

my taunt. "Where are you going, Ashton?" His voice was dece

push past him towards the waiting taxi. But he moved fa

is fingers closing around my wrist. His grip was firm,

to pull away. "I've filed for div

er has no say in this." He practically dragged me

s raked against his forearm, but he didn't even flinch. He simply ignore

nst the door. The security guard jumped into the driver's seat, and the

pressed against the cold leather, my face mere inches

y ear. His scent, a mix of expensive cologne and

u built for me?" I scoffed. "I' m not g

eyes were dark, intense, and in their depths, I saw a raw hunger that sent a shiver of a

nding, plundering mine with a brutal force that stole my breath. I thrashed against him, my hands pushing against his chest, but h

ith a mixture of fury and something I refused to name. "You animal!" I choked out,

to walk away." His thumb brushed my swollen lip, a possessive gesture that made my skin crawl. "I

words tearing from my throat. "You swore to me, Camden! You swore there

alling back into place. "Brianne's health is delicate. She needed

ust a means to an end? A glorified drug dispenser? Is that all I am to

h hot against my cheek. "You wanted passion, Ashton? You wanted fire? You wanted me to see you?" His voice was a low growl, laced with somethi

desperation, a grim echo of our forced union. My body stiffened, resisting, even as a traitorous pa

rds past my bruised lips. "I won't let you. I won't

I couldn't tell. "You're tired, Ashton," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle, belying the tight

gged away by men in suits, while your father watches, impassive, calculating the cost of her legal fees!" The memory, raw and vivid, tore through me. My mother, my beautiful, a

hs. His grip on my wrists loosened slightly. He knew nothing of

ed, his voice softer

than money, who loved me more than society. My father locked her away when she be

hardened resolve. He tightened his grip again. "Ashton, you don't understand. I won't let that happen to you. Y

r wife, not your drug delivery system, not your project! And I will never, ever,

ir, Ashton. You will bear my children. And they will have a better life

?" I scoffed, my voice dripping with disdain. "You think I would create another hos

o desperation in his eyes, but it was quickly masked. "Yo

e were almost at the penthouse. What now? As we pulled into the undergroun

igh-pitched and frantic, cut thr

ia

r eyes wide with terror. She had somehow found her way here. She saw us

mden? What are you doing with h

etely. He shoved the door open, practically leaping out of the car. "Brianne! What are you doing her

... I thought you were with her." She pointed a trembling finger at me, tears st

straught, torn between the two of us, but his loyalty was clear. "I was just br

to his arms. "I saw her! She was yelling at you!

ke Ashton inside. Make sure she's settled. I'll be there shortly," he commanded his security guard, his voice flat, devoid of any warmth. Then, he t

e wild child, the one he was supposed to tame, was left standing alone, a forgotten object in the opulent ga