Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 79

Natalia was jolted awake by an intense thirst in the middle of the night. Her temples throbbed in painful beats. Her throat felt parched like the dry sands of a desert.

Instinctively, she reached for the space beside her, Hamilton wasn’t there. She had a faint. recollection of him coming home.

He must have left again. She thought.

Natalia let out a wry chuckle, swung her legs out of bed, and decided to head to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Stepping out of the bedroom, she caught sight of a figure on the balcony.

The man had an impressive physique, yet he seemed somewhat forlorn against the dark night sky.

He was in a bad mood. Natalia could tell that at a glance..

She didn’t interfere, nor did she ask. In this world, the only person who could affect his mood that way was probably Eveleen.

She moved alone into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. After drinking, she returned to the bedroom. Just as she was about to drift off, the bedroom door swung open.

Hamilton stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable, but the heavy scent of tobacco clung to him.

“Awake?” Hamilton’s voice, deep and tinged with irritation, broke the silence.

Natalia’s lips twitched, “Yeah. You need something, Mr. Fowler? If not, I’m going back to sleep.”

Hamilton let out a scoffing laugh, “Do

you

remember what you said?”

Natalia’s eyebrows furrowed sharply She couldn’t remember. All she recalled was Hamilton

forcing her to drink when he came back. Nothing beyond that.

“Sorry, it’s a blank, she admitted and turned over, ready to sleep again. But her wrist was suddenly seized.

Before she could struggle, Hamilton leaned over and pinned her down.

“Don’t remember?” The smile on his lips turned colder. “Let me jog your memory.”

His teeth grazed her neck, nipping a tender piece of flesh with excruciating precision.

Natalia writhed under the sharp pain, “Hamilton, what madness is this!”

a chuckle, “Let’s

felt on the brink of insanity.

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had revealed her inability to conceive, his chest had been aflame with an unquenchable fire.

yet she never mentioned it, and still took

was she playing at? Torturing herself? Or seeking

paid what he owed and made the necessary reparations. Why should he

most useless of emotions.

But now…

couldn’t have children anymore, he found it laughably ironic that he felt a twinge of

bore into the woman beneath him,

residual anger over Eveleen. “What? Because of that thing I said to Eveleen? If

only reply before he bit down on her lip. “I can’t handle it? Natalia, let’s see how you like

of tenderness, he tore her nightgown, leaving a trail of ambiguous red marks. on her pale, soft skin.

dominance left no room for her

don’t want this!”

and pinned her hands above her head, “Can’t handle it

shoulder in a burst of defiance. He grunted and thrust

day, Natalia woke up well past ten in the

wasn’t home, probably at the office by now.

a message from him: [You can take another day off,

mockery. Once, she’d yearned to hear him call her that. Now, it was just ludicrous. She tossed the phone

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she rest at home, she didn’t argue. She spent the whole day in bed, only returning to the office

you’re finally

smile, “Had a bit of a

see. Feeling better?”

pushed open

moment she entered, she stopped dead in her tracks.

warned her, seeing the person before her was still surprise.

niece and Eveleen’s cousin. As a child, Giselle often followed Eveleen

Fowler sent this golden girl without warning. Rumor has it she’s got ties to Eveleen, hence the cushy gig. She’s clueless, bosses everyone around, and has a temper

muttered to Natalia before stepping out.

Giselle seemed engrossed in a call. Looking up and seeing Natalia, Giselle’s face lit up with a grin, “Cousin, guess

the other end made Giselle laugh even more.

smirk, “And here I was, thinking it was

ask Eveleen why she got a beating yesterday.”

she had heard about Eveleen’s misfortune. And to top it off, Hamilton hadn’t laid a finger on Natalia

me? You’re a bastard child. Do you think that warming someone’s bed for days can make you push