Boss, Your Wife Signed the Divorce Agreement Before the Wedding novel Chapter 432

Theon walked over to the bed and leaned over her. "Trying to leave before dinner is even served? My patience is officially gone."

He had originally planned to take his time, knowing he'd get her into bed eventually tonight.

But rejecting him and trying to walk out?

That just completely killed the mood.

Raelynn's gaze was venomous. She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, using the sharp sting of pain to anchor her slipping consciousness.

A fraction of mobility returned to her limbs.

Seizing the moment he turned to tap his ashes into an ashtray, she refused to give up. Channeling every ounce of strength she had gathered, she scrambled off the bed and shoved Theon backward with everything she had.

Taking a deep breath, she sprinted for the door.

She couldn't rely on anyone else.

She had to save herself.

Thank god he hadn't tied her up.

Just as her fingers brushed the doorknob.

A hand clamped around her arm, yanking her backward. Theon wrapped his arms around her from behind, letting out a dark chuckle. "Still resisting? Then let's do this the hard way."

To him, she was nothing more than prey.

Her struggling just made it more entertaining.

Raelynn's eyes burned.

She was furious, desperate, and filled with a suffocating hatred.

Pure terror clawed at her throat, but she refused to let him see her fear.

As he dragged her back across the room, they passed a rack of golf clubs. Spotting her chance, she grabbed an iron and swung it wildly behind her.

Theon hadn't expected her to fight so fiercely.

Caught off guard, the heavy club cracked against his forearm, sending a shockwave of pain through his bone.

His gentlemanly facade instantly shattered.

His expression turned murderous as he grabbed her throat and slammed her into the carpet. "Matilda Croix told me you were married before. You've been used up already, so cut the innocent act. You brought this on yourself, Raelynn."

He was done playing games.

Ripping the golf club from her grasp, he used his free hand to violently tear at her dress.

With his fingers crushing her windpipe, her lungs burned for air. She turned her head, spotting her phone lying just inches away.

She desperately reached for it.

Unlocking the screen by muscle memory, she opened her recent calls.

The last outgoing call was the one she had made earlier. To Sebastian.

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