Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Chapter 48

Facing the enemy 

Callan stood in front of me, his eyes looking at me with an odd sadness and pain. He had no jacket on. His shirt was half–unbuttoned, and its sleeves were rolled up. The sleekly combed hair he had before was now ruffled. As he stepped toward me, I could smell alcohol in his breath. 

“Why are you with him, Cora?” he asked softly. 

“W–what?” His painful tone caught me off–guard more than his words. “Is it because I have never told you that I’m a Winton?” He stepped closer, his eyes tightly locked on mine. 

“What are you talking about?!” I stepped back, desperately trying to keep my distance. 

He sighed heavily and sat on the bed. “It was my Grandfather‘s idea. He forced me to use my Mother‘s name, scared that I would somehow dishonor the Winton name by involving myself in scandals while away from home. Only the professors knew that my name wasn‘t Garrod.” 

“Why are you telling me this? Why now?” I took another step back and found myself leaning against the wall. 

“I should have told you who I am...” he mumbled. “Would it change anything? You dumped me, remember?” I huffed. He pulled himself back up to his heels and lurched to grab me by my arms. “I had to! Grandpa would have disinherited me if I wanted to marry someone who… who...” 

“Someone like me?” I scoffed. “Someone without money or connections?” 

He lowered his head, stroking down my arms‘ length with his fingers, making me flinch. 

to leave,” I said, his touch nauseating me more

“My family has already met

long before I realized how abusive

You need to leave,” I squeezed through

unpredictable and cruel, and I could only imagine what could come to his sick head at the moment he was drunk, frustrated, and angry. I was in his territory, in his family house… I wished that he would just go away, but I also

were weaker by

silk nightgown. “Does he know what you like? Does he know how

I fucked you. It did feel good, didn‘t it?” He stepped

hiswarms grabbed me, pulling me into a tight embrace as he tried to kiss

and trying to slap him, but he grabbed my

always.” His icy laugh brought

him. 

myself withering and helplessly fighting against his

his grip on me, I bit his hand. “Aren! Help!” Aren rattled the door handle violently, but it was locked. Callan smirked mischievously, his cold, predatory eyes locked on me. “You bastard!” I used all of my strength to push him away and rushed to the

me go!” I yelled as he threw himself at me,

cursed at Callan, but he didn‘t stop. I tried to kick him, but he restrained me. My weak body couldn‘t match his strength and the body weight of an over–six–foot–tall man. His sleazy hands went underneath the silk of my gown, touching my thighs and trying to slide between them. Suddenly, the door broke, and Aren barged into the room, his eyes blazing in fury. Callen jumped away from the bed, a wicked grin curving his lips. “She let me in herself. She was the one who seduced me,” he said, pointing at me while I lay

Faring the party 

his ribs, and a split second later, threw Callan over his shoulder. I gasped, barely registering his movements. Once Callan hit the floor, Aren started punching him again and again, turning his face into a bloody pulp. As I observed his rage–soaked movements, a stabbing pain pierced my chest. My pain wasn‘t for Callan, but for Aren–I didn‘t want him to dirty his hands because of

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