Chased by My Possessive Ex (Dylan) novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Chapter 41

DYLAN

As soon as we arrived at Hunter’s mansion, I didn’t wait for him to open the door or say a word. I jumped out of the car, my heels clicking sharply against the marble driveway. My pulse was still racing, the events at the courthouse spinning in my head like a storm I couldn’t escape.

“Dylan,” Hunter called from behind me, but I didn’t stop. I needed distance–space to breathe, to think, to stop myself from doing something completely irrational, like throwing that stupid marriage certificate in his face.

I reached the grand entrance and turned to face him, fury and disbelief bubbling inside me. “You are unbelievable!” I shouted, my voice echoing against the high stone walls.

He followed at an unhurried pace, his hands tucked casually in his pockets, like he hadn’t just dragged me into a courthouse and forced me into a marriage I didn’t agree to.

When I tried to storm past him, he moved swiftly, blocking my way. His hand pressed against the front door, keeping it shut, his tall frame casting a shadow over me.

“Move,” I snapped, glaring up at him. “I said move, Hunter.”

He didn’t. Of course, he didn’t. Instead, he leaned lazily against the doorframe, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips–the same one that made my heart twist even when I wanted to scream.

“You’re cute when you’re mad, wife,” he drawled, his voice smooth and dangerous, laced with wicked amusement.

“Don’t call me that!” I spat, shoving at his chest, but he barely budged.

He chuckled softly, like my anger was some kind of entertainment. “Why not? That’s what you are, my little dove. Whether you like it or not, you are now Mrs. Hunter Gage De Marco.”

My breath hitched at the way he said it–with that infuriating confidence and sinful pride. I hated how his voice could make the air between us feel charged, too heavy to breathe.

“You tricked me,” I hissed, my voice trembling as heat rose to my cheeks. “I don’t know how you Are you a warlock or something?”

do it, but I’m sure

you

did.

His hand lifted, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. His touch was soft, but it burned all the same. “No, sweetheart,” he whispered, his tone dropping to that low, dangerous timbre that always made my resolve waver. “I just gave you what you were too afraid to take.”

“Don’t,” I warned, stepping back–but every time I moved, he followed. Step by step, until my back met the cool marble wall of the foyer.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “You can deny it all you want, Dylan. But deep down, you know it too. You want me. You trust me. You just don’t want to admit it.”

My chest tightened as his words sank deep, stirring something I didn’t want to acknowledge. “Stop,” I whispered weakly, the fight in my voice fading. “Is this how you do it when things don’t go your way?”

He smirked as he leaned closer to me, “I have many ways, little dove. And I can be very persuasive.”

I glared at him, trying not to be intimidated by his presence. I rolled my eyes and pushed him out of the way, which he didn’t resist. Once he was out of the way, I immediately went inside the house.

I can feel his presence behind me as he follows me inside. I went straight to the room to escape his domineering presence. I was walking briskly towards the room to keep my distance from him. But his long strides make it hard for me to maintain

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the space between us.

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I wasn’t sure if I was lucky enough to keep my distance or if Hunter was deliberately letting me walk ahead of him. Either way, I managed to reach the room first while he was still a few meters behind, his long strides unhurried–like a predator amused by his prey’s little escape attempt.

I threw him one last glare over my shoulder, my heart pounding as I grabbed the doorknob. Without a word, I slammed the door shut right in his face. The sound reverberated through the walls, a satisfying, echoing thud that carried every ounce of my frustration.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, his voice came from the other side–smooth, deep, and annoyingly calm.

“It hasn’t even been a full day, and you’re already kicking me out of the room. How cruel can you be, wife?”

I clenched my fists, glaring at the wooden door as if it were his face. “I don’t want to see your ugly face!” I shouted back, my voice muffled but full of spite.

Instead of silence or retreat, I was met with his low, rich laugh–deep and unrestrained. The kind that sent shivers down my spine no matter how hard I tried to ignore it. He was clearly enjoying this.

“I’ve been called a lot of horrible things, little dove,” he said between chuckles. “But being ugly was never one of them.”

I frowned, crossing my arms with a huff. My lips pushed into a stubborn pout as I glared at the door.

“Arrogant jerk,” I muttered under my breath, though a tiny, traitorous smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

Even when I wanted to stay angry, somehow, Hunter always managed to twist everything–turning my rage into something else entirely. Something warm, reckless, and dangerously confusing.

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