The End of a Marriage (Colette and Matheo) novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277

Because Graham Lancaster was serious.

And Isla had just walked into a trap.

Þ

Isla’s breath hitched, a mix of disbelief and mounting panic flooding

her chest. “Graham, what are you doing?” she demanded, her voice

trembling as she stared into his cold, unblinking eyes. The audacity of

the moment was suffocating, and yet, it felt so surreal. This couldn’t

be real. This couldn’t possibly be happening. But there she was,

helpless, as he dragged her toward an empty bench outside, his grip

on her arm unyielding, his face locked in an expression of supreme

confidence.

Without a single word, Graham took a seat, pulling her down beside

him with little regard for her protest. He was already scribbling on

the marriage application form, his pen moving quickly, as if he had

done this a thousand times before–like it was the most normal thing

in the world. His focus on the task was relentless, as though Isla’s

presence was nothing more than a distraction, an annoyance to be

dealt with before the paperwork was finished.

“GRAHAM!” she finally shrieked, the words bursting out of her, her

heart pounding against her ribcage. She couldn’t believe what was

happening. She couldn’t believe he was the one to bring her here. The

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nerve. The absolute arrogance.

From across the room, the sound of an elderly woman’s disapproving

tut echoed in the air. She looked at Isla, her expression a mixture of

annoyance and judgment. But Isla barely noticed. All her focus was on

Graham, who didn’t even glance up at her outburst. His eyes

remained fixed on the form in his hands, his pen continuing its

steady dance across the paper.

Isla’s mind spun, the weight of the situation sinking in deeper. He’d

brought her here to apply for a marriage certificate. To make her a

part of his life, his property. His arrogance oozed from every pore, and

Isla felt trapped in a nightmare she couldn’t escape from. How could

he do this to her? How could he just decide something like this,

without even asking?

She swallowed hard, her chest tightening. “What are you doing?” she

hissed again, but Graham didn’t even acknowledge her. His silence

was more deafening than any response he could give. He was so certain of his control over her that it was almost suffocating. She

could feel her hands trembling as she looked at the form, then back at

him. “You can’t do this! I won’t sign it!”

And then, as though her frustration wasn’t enough, he spoke–his

voice low, the tone a commanding whisper that sent chills down her spine. “Yes, you WILL,” he hissed, his breath hot against her ear. The

words were wrapped in an undeniable finality, a promise of

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something far worse if she dared to oppose him. The force behind his

voice made her entire body tense.

“You WILL sign it, Isla,” he continued, his lips barely brushing against

her ear as his grip on the pen tightened. “Or I’ll drag you to the

nearest bathroom and finish what I started last night. That silk

blouse you’re wearing?” He paused for a beat, letting the words settle

like a heavy weight. “It’s just as easy to tear off as that nightgown

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