Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

"What did you say? That's impossible!"

Amber's eyes widened in panic. She struggled fiercely against Carl's grip, pummeling his chest with her fists, but it was futile. "That's nonsense! You're lying!" "Amber... Amber..."

Unfazed by her resistance, Carl stared at her with unfocused eyes, breathing heavily. "Why would I lie? My feelings for you are genuine. I've never lied to you." "Look at me! I have Alyssa Taylor's face! Why would Mr. Schmidt allow me to marry you?" Amber was on the verge of hysteria. "I don't want to marry you! I don't!" Carl's glare intensified as he roared, "Who then? Axel Whitaker?" His eyes were bloodshot.

Amber's body stiffened in his arms, a sharp pang shooting through her heart.

Carl grabbed her chin forcefully, squeezing so hard it felt like it would break. "Mr. Schmidt has had his fun with you. You're also a woman who looks exactly like Axel's sister. Do you think he truly desires you? Can he?

son, a man of high standing and influence. I'm sure he's seen his fair share of beautiful women. Women who would pay to

were a knife twisting in Amber's gut. "He was momentarily interested. Perhaps he pitied your beauty and despair. As someone of high status, he merely sympathized with a lowly person like you! "I'm the one who truly loves you! If I hadn't vouched for you to Mr. Schmidt and secretly protected you, he would've gotten rid of you a long time ago. Don't you know

of Axel's watchful, captivating eyes flashed

her throat, choking back any words. Tears streamed down her sunken cheeks,

was arrested out of the blue. You were the one who provided

interrogate her. "Wesley was the one who gathered the evidence against

was able to catch him in the

his computer, phone, hard drives, and his room. But they found nothing. He was cleverer than I thought. He must have hidden the evidence somewhere I wouldn't look. b underestimated him." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

his own carelessness that led to their current situation. He almost wished he could bring Wesley back just to kill him again. "Tell me, how did he get the

burst into laughter, a chilling sound against the backdrop of her tear-streaked face. "What's the point of me answering these