No Mercy, No Forgiveness

Chapter38

Maureen had worked relentlessly all these years, caring for two children and Zoe, terrified of failing them.

Now her earnings could comfortably support the family.

Why would she sell her composition to Andrea for money?

Back home, Maureen set her phone aside and sank into the bathwater, thinking how to retrieve it fastest.

Maureen was so exhausted that she dozed off in the bathtub.

Her friend Katherine’s call startled her awake.

“Reenie, I’m coming back in a couple of days.”

Maureen wrapped herself in a robe. “I’ll throw you a welcome party when you’re back.”

“Great.

How are you holding up?

Has Geoffrey been giving you trouble?

And that hypocrite Andrea–does she know you’re back?”

Katherine sounded genuinely concerned.

“Andrea hasn’t found out yet, but she will soon.”

Maureen walked to the window, summer breeze warm against her skin. “As for Geoffrey… don’t worry, he can’t touch

me.”

The doorbell rang mid–conversation.

Nine o’clock–who’d visit this late?

Justin wasn’t around, and Maureen felt uneasy.

He’d insisted on standing guard, but she’d sent him home to rest after his nonstop protection duty.

headed downstairs and checked the doorbell camera–her

he

at the doorstep, his tall frame

if he’d delivered himself

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She opened the door.

wore only a loose white bathrobe, damp hair cascading over her shoulders as she leaned

wondered who’d visit

Sutton, what brings you

at

worlds apart from the reserved woman he

burned to uncover what had

how our paths crossed,” Geoffrey murmured, narrowing

in Maureen’s palms. She forced herself to stay calm. “Surely you won’t explain this

Geoffrey pinned her against the wall, slamming the

air grew

to the cold surface, his mouth captured hers.

Her fingers involuntarily clenched.

stiffness, his large hand enveloping hers as

back went rigid, her mind fiercely suppressing

waiting for

to comply, hoping

that thought, she

brow smoothing as he tore

pulse. Unable to restrain himself, he laid her on the living

Maureen’s palms grew damper.

fixed on the warm ceiling light, unable–or unwilling–to look at Geoffrey. Unbidden images flooded her mind: those countless photos Andrea had sent her,

taunting voice echoed: “Reenie, has Geoff ever

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