From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391 Her Refusal

Aella forced her thoughts into order and stared Tyrone down. “I’m not marrying you,” she said, “Our parents can deal with it themselves. I’ll pay back every dollar my family owes you.”

She turned to walk away, but Tyrone’s hand shot out, locking around her wrist.

The sudden pull made her heel slip off the curb. Her balance vanished.

She reached out instinctively, and he caught her, holding her tight against his chest.

Her heart thudded hard enough to hurt. She tried to shove him away, but his arms stayed firm, his chest pressing against hers.

His voice came out low and rough. “You promised me, Aella. You picked the date. You can’t back

out now.”

Her breath came quick, her hands trembling against his chest.

“Let me go first,” she said through clenched teeth. “Then I’ll tell you the truth.”

He loosened his grip just enough but didn’t let her go completely.

Aella took a deep breath.

“Tyrone, I canceled the wedding because I realized what I feel for you isn’t love.”

His face hardened bit by bit. “Then what is it?”

They locked eyes.

A pause followed. Then, Aella’s voice dropped. “I grew up clinging to you, following you around. I thought that meant I loved you, but I didn’t even understand what love was. I only said I wanted to marry you out of ignorance.”

Her tone turned sharp. “When my family lost everything, everyone disappeared. You stayed, and I clung to you like a lifeline. That’s what you were to me. A lifeline.”

“That’s not true! That’s not what you think!” Tyrone’s voice broke, cutting through her words.

Aella yanked her wrist free and stepped back onto the curb.

“I mixed up love with family,” she said, her voice rising. “You’re like a brother to me, Tyrone. I swear you are.”

Before she could take another breath, Tyrone grabbed her again. His hand slid behind her

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neck, and his mouth crashed against hers.

The kiss hit like fire.

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He kissed her with a hunger that felt like desperation, and the more she resisted, the harder he pressed in.

Her back hit a tree trunk. His strength pinned her there. His lips claimed hers until her knees nearly gave out.

When he finally stopped, Aella was panting, her chest heaving. Her eyes were wet, her cheeks burning.

She looked up, and what she saw in his eyes made her blood freeze. His pupils were blown wide, red from the rush of anger and desire.

Her hand flew up before she could think. The slap cracked through the night air. The sound echoed, sharp and final. They both froze.

Aella stared at him, her hand stinging, her pulse racing out of control.

Aella blinked. For a second, she couldn’t even breathe. He’s deranged, she thought.

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He was still the same. Polished on the outside, poisoned underneath.

He’d always worn that perfect mask–suit, tie, and charm. But when the doors closed, he turned into something else. Rough. Possessive. Overwhelming.

If she hadn’t lived through it before, she would’ve still fallen for the act.

Their eyes met again, and danger flashed like lightning in his gaze.

Before she could move, his hand was at her waist. He pulled her behind the tree, out of sight.

Her back hit the rough bark. His palm slid along her thigh, lifting one of her legs to his hip.

The closeness sent her head spinning. Her breath came short and fast. His hand moved lower, and panic ripped through her chest.

Her voice shook. “Tyrone, stop! I mean it!”

Her trembling made him freeze. He pressed his forehead against her shoulder, breathing hard, fighting himself.

His voice rasped. “You feel nothing? Not even now?”

Aella shoved him back with all the strength she had. Her heart raced as she fixed her clothes. She stumbled out to the sidewalk, keeping her distance.

If she stayed, she knew she wouldn’t get away next time.

Her glare cut like glass. “You’re insane, Tyrone. I said you’re like family, and you try to prove me wrong like that? Try it again, and I’ll post everything online. Everyone will see.”

Her voice cracked like a whip, raw and furious. And for once, Tyrone couldn’t find a single word

to say.