Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 114

Who was that pathetic display even for?

Would it soften her heart?

Would she change her mind and go running back to him?

She had been so deeply devoted to him before...

A chilling, almost feral possessiveness flickered in the abyssal depths of Hudson's dark eyes.

What if she regretted everything?

Should he just lock her away?

Should he take her right here...

Make her break down in his arms...

Make her cry out her submission, forcing her to vow that he was her only desire, that she would never leave him for as long as she lived...

Hudson squeezed his eyes shut, ruthlessly burying the dark, suffocating wave of madness that threatened to consume him.

But his tortured mind refused to stop spinning.

What if Edmond really managed to manipulate her feelings? What if she chose to walk away?

After all, she had loved Edmond so desperately.

The mere thought felt like shards of glass tearing through his chest, a hollow, scraping agony that stole the breath from his lungs.

Hudson's fingers curled into a fist, his knuckles turning stark white as the veins in his hands bulged. A vicious, pounding headache flared at his temples, hammering against his skull like a relentless drumbeat.

His hand drifted instinctively toward the inside pocket of his suit jacket, his fingertips grazing the cold surface of the pill bottle.

“What's wrong?”

A soft, melodic voice broke through the haze.

Hudson turned his head.

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