No Mercy, No Forgiveness

At that instant, he abruptly released her.

“You’re imagining things.”

Maureen had long known this man had no heart.

Chasing him for over a decade never won his affection–why would now be different?

But his indifference suited her fine. She’d take Jacob and Ethan away guilt–free.

Maureen’s phone buzzed with a video call.

Her son calling–it had to be.

She slipped from Geoffrey’s embrace, wrapped her robe, grabbed the phone, declined the call.

Every movement tracked by Geoffrey’s watchful eyes.

“Robocall.”

Maureen turned back to him. “Weren’t you going to tell me how we met?

I’ll grab wine. We’ll talk properly.”

She resolved to end this quickly.

Then straight abroad.

Maureen hurried upstairs.

She opened the prepped wine, a packet of pills, and a sperm collection kit.

Maureen slipped the drug into the red wine, changed into a revealing silk nightgown, and approached Geoffrey. She poured him a glass.

“Please.”

Geoffrey observed her every move, his slender fingers accepting the glass without drinking. Instead, he spoke deliber- ately.

“You returned to Karaville from the countryside at ten. Our first meeting.”

Maureen’s eyes flickered, surprised he remembered.

She betrayed nothing, sliding the glass toward him again.

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place hack, his tone

“You drink first!”

at the drugged wine, Maureen didn’t hesitate. She lifted

liquid burned bitter and pungent down

flare if she refused. Geoffrey had battled in the business

glass,

“Your turn. Mr. Sutton”

the wine, his knuckles sharp

studied her leisurely. “No rush.

Memories?

be recounted in

beautiful brows furrowed

air conditioning running, fine beads of sweat dotted her

into her palm to stay alert,

later. It’s so late now–don’t

spoke, Maureen’s pale hand lifted

sure this

she couldn’t waste this

reflected Maureen’s current appearance, inexplicably

suddenly seized Maureen’s wrist,

you

Maureen froze.

knives:

that why you crawled

do you take me

“Crash!”

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shattered on the

Maureen away contemptuously, sneering

“You’re filthy!”

burned feverishly now, but her clenched left fist anchored her

words echoed in her mind as she

Filthy?

great young master Geoffrey’s

loved her, yet insisted on marrying

now, still putting

288 Vouchers

Maureen went to the bathroom and turned the