Win My Forsaken Ex-wife Back (Charlotte and Arthur)

Chapter 402 You’re Mine

Charlotte bit her lip and looked up at him, pale but defiant. “Arthur, you have no right to keep me here.”

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Her face was drained of color, and her eyes, red–rimmed from exhaustion, burned with anger. She hadn’t eaten, hadn’t rested- her whole body seemed on the verge of collapse.

Arthur loosened his tie and tossed it carelessly to the side. Without another word, he scooped her up in his arms.

“What are you doing? Put me down!” Charlotte thrashed and twisted, fighting with all her strength, and in desperation, she sank her teeth into his shoulder. She bit down so hard that a sour ache spread through her jaw.

But her struggle was futile. Arthur’s grip didn’t loosen–instead, he held her down even tighter, forcing her back against the bed. His kisses were fierce, almost aggressive, and in the same place. where she had bitten him, he retaliated by leaving a harsh bite of

his own.

Her teeth had drawn blood on his shoulder, but Arthur didn’t seem to care. Pain radiated through Charlotte, but Arthur still refused to let her go. Charlotte shivered uncontrollably, twisting and turning in vain, but all her resistance met with his overwhelming dominance.

She bit her lip hard, swallowing back any sound that threatened

Chapter 402 You’re Mine

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the other hand, didn’t hold back at all. His every move was strong and possessive, leaving no room for

felt like a knife to his heart.

held her, kissed her, and claimed her, she still felt out of reach–so distant that it

despair.

would vanish completely, disappearing from his world forever. And that was something he absolutely couldn’t

you’re mine. You belong to me. No one

on, heavy and oppressive.

through her body, sharp and tearing, but her mind was elsewhere. Her empty gaze

her whole.

so hard for so long, but in the end, one

You’re

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Hope had gone in an instant. Charlotte felt lost, adrift,

reality. She flinched slightly as Arthur’s hand moved with

as she blinked, her throat dry and aching. “Arthur,” she rasped, her voice hoarse and broken,

tas

Arthur’s focus remained on his task, his fingers carefully