hapter 2
crash at one of my hundred–plus properties at random.
eep like the dead till noon.
ly phone is on silent–still blown up with missed calls.
iya Clarke, where the FUCK is Willow?”
ust because I don’t love you, you’re gonna hurt my precious girl?”
‘ou can force anything but love. Even if Willow dies, I’ll NEVER love you!”
e yells so loud my ears ring.
coll my eyes, about to hang up.
ien my apartment door SLAMS open.
de storms in, phone still in hand.
› warning. He slaps me full force.
alf my face goes numb. My lip splits open, blood dripping down my chin.
ade Ashford–you HIT me? Over Willow?”
et myself collapse to the floor.
› tears left–but I fake the heartbreak anyway, clutching my face, swaying like I’m about to pass out.
the corner, the security camera’s red light blinks.
? smirks, one hand in his pocket, looking down at me like trash.
od, you’re pathetic. Still this desperate for me?”
snaps his fingers.
is bodyguards move in, pin me to the floor, brutal and rough.
ut you crossed the line when you messed with Willow.”
each her a lesson. Don’t stop until she tells me where Willow is.”
sts rain down.
ut of nowhere, I remember the tenth blackout.
e almost gouged my eye out back then.
Then Day 15 hit and he saw me covered in blood, he locked himself in the basement for a whole week, breaking his own arms and legs.
‘I hadn’t stopped him, he would’ve clawed his own eyes out to “earn my forgiveness.”
he last punch lands.
gag, blood spilling onto the floor.
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Mr Fake Muto’s Love Came Ended When I Stopped plating the Co
Chapter 2
Cade’s phone buzzes.
He glances at the screen and lights up.
“Willow? Yeah, yeah, I’m coming right now. Don’t cry, babe. It kills me to see you like that.”
He leaves in a rush.
The apartment goes dead silent.
I’m still on the floor, covered in bruises. I pull out my phone.
The security footage syncs to the cloud in real time.
I edit and save.
Label: Gift #1 for my ex–Willow’s little self–directed drama, perfect ending.
ro punish me further, Cade cuts off all my credit cards, even calls the TV station–puts me on forced leave.
My boss at the station looks awkward, tries to smooth things over.
‘Liya, it’s only fifteen days. You two have been through so much together over the years.”
We all know he really loves YOU.”
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