Chapter 41\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 41\u00a0<\/p>\n
DYLAN\u00a0<\/p>\n
As soon as we arrived at Hunter\u2019s mansion, I didn\u2019t wait for him to open the door or say a word. I jumped out of the car, my heels clicking sharply against the marble driveway. My pulse was still racing, the events at the courthouse spinning in my head like a storm I couldn\u2019t escape.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDylan,\u201d Hunter called from behind me, but I didn\u2019t stop. I needed distance\u2013space to breathe, to think, to stop myself from doing something completely irrational, like throwing that stupid marriage certificate in his face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I reached the grand entrance and turned to face him, fury and disbelief bubbling inside me. \u201cYou are unbelievable!\u201d I shouted, my voice echoing against the high stone walls.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He followed at an unhurried pace, his hands tucked casually in his pockets, like he hadn\u2019t just dragged me into a courthouse and forced me into a marriage I didn\u2019t agree to.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When I tried to storm past him, he moved swiftly, blocking my way. His hand pressed against the front door, keeping it shut, his tall frame casting a shadow over me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMove,\u201d I snapped, glaring up at him. \u201cI said move, Hunter.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t. Of course, he didn\u2019t. Instead, he leaned lazily against the doorframe, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips\u2013the same one that made my heart twist even when I wanted to scream.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re cute when you\u2019re mad, wife,\u201d he drawled, his voice smooth and dangerous, laced with wicked amusement.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t call me that!\u201d I spat, shoving at his chest, but he barely budged.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He chuckled softly, like my anger was some kind of entertainment. \u201cWhy not? That\u2019s what you are, my little dove. Whether you like it or not, you are now Mrs. Hunter Gage De Marco.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My breath hitched at the way he said it\u2013with that infuriating confidence and sinful pride. I hated how his voice could make the air between us feel charged, too heavy to breathe.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou tricked me,\u201d I hissed, my voice trembling as heat rose to my cheeks. \u201cI don\u2019t know how you Are you a warlock or something?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
do it, but I\u2019m sure\u00a0<\/p>\n
you\u00a0<\/p>\n
did.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His hand lifted, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. His touch was soft, but it burned all the same. \u201cNo, sweetheart,\u201d he whispered, his tone dropping to that low, dangerous timbre that always made my resolve waver. \u201cI just gave you what you were too afraid to take.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t,\u201d I warned, stepping back\u2013but every time I moved, he followed. Step by step, until my back met the cool marble wall of the foyer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. \u201cYou can deny it all you want, Dylan. But deep down, you know it too. You want me. You trust me. You just don\u2019t want to admit it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My chest tightened as his words sank deep, stirring something I didn\u2019t want to acknowledge. \u201cStop,\u201d I whispered weakly, the fight in my voice fading. \u201cIs this how you do it when things don\u2019t go your way?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He smirked as he leaned closer to me, \u201cI have many ways, little dove. And I can be very persuasive.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I glared at him, trying not to be intimidated by his presence. I rolled my eyes and pushed him out of the way, which he didn\u2019t resist. Once he was out of the way, I immediately went inside the house.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I can feel his presence behind me as he follows me inside. I went straight to the room to escape his domineering presence. I was walking briskly towards the room to keep my distance from him. But his long strides make it hard for me to maintain\u00a0<\/p>\n
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the space between us.\u00a0<\/p>\n
3044\u00a0<\/p>\n
56 vouchers\u00a0<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t sure if I was lucky enough to keep my distance or if Hunter was deliberately letting me walk ahead of him. Either way, I managed to reach the room first while he was still a few meters behind, his long strides unhurried\u2013like a predator amused by his prey\u2019s little escape attempt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I threw him one last glare over my shoulder, my heart pounding as I grabbed the doorknob. Without a word, I slammed the door shut right in his face. The sound reverberated through the walls, a satisfying, echoing thud that carried every ounce of my frustration.\u00a0<\/p>\n
For a moment, there was silence. Then, his voice came from the other side\u2013smooth, deep, and annoyingly calm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt hasn\u2019t even been a full day, and you\u2019re already kicking me out of the room. How cruel can you be, wife?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I clenched my fists, glaring at the wooden door as if it were his face. \u201cI don\u2019t want to see your ugly face!\u201d I shouted back, my voice muffled but full of spite.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Instead of silence or retreat, I was met with his low, rich laugh\u2013deep and unrestrained. The kind that sent shivers down my spine no matter how hard I tried to ignore it. He was clearly enjoying this.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve been called a lot of horrible things, little dove,\u201d he said between chuckles. \u201cBut being ugly was never one of them.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I frowned, crossing my arms with a huff. My lips pushed into a stubborn pout as I glared at the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cArrogant jerk,\u201d I muttered under my breath, though a tiny, traitorous smile tugged at the corner of my lips.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even when I wanted to stay angry, somehow, Hunter always managed to twist everything\u2013turning my rage into something else entirely. Something warm, reckless, and dangerously confusing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll be right in my office if you\u2019re not mad at me anymore. I\u2019m looking forward to spending our honeymoon tonight, wife,\u201d he said, his voice deep and laced with that infuriating teasing tone that made my pulse quicken despite myself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then came the sound, the sharp, steady rhythm of his expensive Italian leather shoes fading against the polished floor.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stood there, frozen, staring at the door long after his footsteps disappeared. When I finally pressed my ear against the wood, all I heard was silence. Long, heavy, almost suffocating silence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was gone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I should\u2019ve felt relieved. That\u2019s what I told myself, anyway. But instead, an odd ache bloomed in my chest\u2013something hollow and uninvited. The quiet felt too big, too empty without him in it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was ridiculous, really. The man had just forced me into a marriage I never asked for and turned my world upside down in less than a day\u2013and yet, his absence felt like losing my balance. As much as I hated to admit it, Hunter\u2019s presence had become\u2026 constant. Steady. Like a storm I\u2019d learned to find comfort in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I blew out a long sigh and let my back slide down the door until I was sitting on the cold floor. My head fell against the wood. as I whispered to no one in particular, \u201cWhat have you gotten yourself into, Dylan?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I still couldn\u2019t wrap my head around it\u2013divorced and remarried, all in the same month. If someone had told me weeks ago that I\u2019d go from heartbreak to being married to a dangerous, impossible man like Hunter Gage De Marco, I would\u2019ve laughed in their face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But here I was.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The papers were signed. And whether I liked it or not, my heart was now caught between fear and something that felt dangerously close to\u2026 longing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhirlwind romance,\u201d I muttered bitterly, a humorless smile tugging at my lips. \u201cMore like a hurricane I can\u2019t escape.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland\u2019s breathtaking cold.<\/p>\n
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