No Mercy, No Forgiveness

Chapter 38

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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.

downstairs and checked the doorbell camera–her

was he

the doorstep, his tall frame silhouetted under the streetlamp, features

he’d delivered himself to her

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She opened the door.

a loose white bathrobe, damp hair cascading over her shoulders as she leaned against the

wondered who’d

what brings you

stared at her, momentarily

seemed worlds apart from the reserved woman he once

to uncover

our paths crossed,” Geoffrey murmured, narrowing his eyes as if piercing through her very

in Maureen’s palms. She forced herself

pinned her against the wall, slamming the door shut

air grew

her back pressed to the cold surface, his mouth captured hers. Then

Her fingers involuntarily clenched.

her stiffness, his large hand enveloping hers as his urgent, possessive

went rigid, her mind fiercely suppressing the urge to

and Jacob were waiting for her back

to comply, hoping to conceive

thought,

briefly, his furrowed brow smoothing as he tore open his collar and unbuckled

his pulse. Unable to restrain

Maureen’s palms grew damper.

warm ceiling light, unable–or unwilling–to look at Geoffrey. Unbidden images flooded her mind:

taunting voice echoed: “Reenie, has Geoff ever said he loves

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