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

to taste that

tears streaming

through his cigarette, Fitch called to the

burly bodyguards entered

"Sir."

bit

yours," he

disbelief; she

her heart was racing as she heard him continue, "Make

"Fitch!"

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

"Don't do this."

her reaction amusing; flicking the cigarette butt into a

coming? Do you know what she went through? Your stepfather

can you be to say such

mind buzzed. She had imagined a thousand different scenarios for Mia, but

could her stepfather dare to lay a hand on Mia? Didn't he know the clout of the

did he

bed, her

know, I

her hand away, and lighted another cigarette, his frosty demeanor seeming to

waiting for?" he snapped at

but these

the bed, they looked

frame, seemingly observing

"Get off! Get off!"

were futile; she hadn't eaten in days and a bout of stomach

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

of the

said that you'd protect me, and wouldn't letsuffer.