Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Mia was cursing up a storm, her face contorted in rage.

Zoey, dragged along by Fitch's brute strength, felt as if her arm might snap at any moment.

She stumbled behind him, nearly tripping over her own feet multiple times.

But Fitch, with his lack of chivalry, didn't bother to slow down for her.

He led her to the farthest bedroom down the hall, and kicked the door open with his long legs before tossing her onto the bed.

Zoey hit the mattress so hard that she felt her insides churn. She curled up, coughing; with her hair damp with sweat, she looked

rather pitiful.

Fitch towered over her with a sneer. "You said she had it coming?"

Zoey's mind was clouded with pain, the sense of injustice threatening to drown her. She felt like she couldn't breathe.

She was fed up, truly fed up with this sibling.

"Yes, doesn't she deserve it?"

Fitch chuckled darkly, lighting up a cigarette and bringing it to his lips.

"Zoey, I must say I underestimated you. So, you really were involved in this mess?"

Whether she admitted it or not, what difference would it make?

He would always suspect her.

She said nothing, and Fitch took her silence as confirmation.

"Nice, Zoey. I always knew that the offspring of that kind of woman wouldn't be any good. You said Mia had it coming. Now it's your

taste

the bed, with tears streaming down her cheeks despite her effort

his cigarette, Fitch called to the door,

burly bodyguards

"Sir."

a bit too thin, yet

yours,"

in disbelief; she

to sit up, and her heart was racing as she

"Fitch!"

out his name; her lips were trembling, and her fingers

"Don't do this."

flicking the cigarette butt into a nearby trash

Mia had it coming? Do you know what she went through? Your stepfather

can you be to say such a

had imagined a thousand different scenarios

on Mia? Didn't he know the clout of the

he get such

bed, her vision

didn't know, I really

her hand away, and lighted another cigarette, his

for?"

hesitated, feeling conflicted, but

looked

against the door frame, seemingly observing the scene with

"Get off! Get off!"

eaten in days

was no match for their force; it was torn away easily to

as one of the men moved over her,

You said that you'd protect me, and