Chapter 242 Felix Can’t Forget That Kiss
It didn’t take long before Willow got pregnant.
Who was the father? No one knew. Least of all her.
But the pregnancy didn’t stop them.
The men kept going–day after day, like nothing had changed.
Eventually, her body gave out. She miscarried.
And from there, it became a cycle.
Abuse. Pregnancy. Miscarriage. Repeat.
She lived in that nightmare. Every day blurred into the next.
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Over time, her body stopped trying. The trauma was too much. Her system developed complications, and pregnancy became impossible.
She spent an entire year trapped in that endless loop–her health visibly deteriorating with every passing month.
Willow had always been proud.
She used to dream of luxury, of marrying into wealth and power.
But here she was–treated worse than an animal. Defiled by men who were older, rougher, and reeked of
filth.
Her body broke first.
Then her mind.
Less than a year in that place, and Willow completely unraveled.
She lost her grip on reality. And the girl who once saw herself as untouchable… was gone.
But that was another story for another time.
Back at the Brooker Villa.
Felix laid Lauren down gently on the bed. He spoke to her softly, just enough to ease her nerves, then turned to leave.
He looked calm. Controlled.
But the flush on his ears gave him away.
Lauren watched him go, warmth spreading through her chest.
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Chapter 242 Felix Can’t Forget That Kiss
Her body was a constant reminder of everything she’d lost.
And that warm feeling?
It faded into something sharp.
She clenched her fists.
Maybe it’s time I stop hiding behind all of it. Maybe I can fight for a future where I’m whole again.
Finished
If she had even the slightest chance of healing–of walking confidently beside Felix–then she had to try.
Her chest rose with a deep breath.
And in her eyes, for the first time in a long time, was fire.
Felix walked into the bathroom the second he got back to his room.
He caught his reflection in the mirror–and paused.
His ears were still red. Bright red.
He barely recognized himself.
Then the memory hit–the way he leaned in and kissed Lauren, right in front of everyone, just to put Kenneth in his place.
And for a guy who rarely smiled? His lips curved without even thinking.
His fingers drifted up to touch his mouth. He lifted a brow.
So that’s what a kiss felt like.
Soft. Warm. Kind of addictive.
It was his first.
And if he was being honest with himself…
If I could experience that every day, he thought, I wouldn’t complain.
Hoverdale Prison.
Elliot was a shadow of the man he used to be.
Gone was the tailored suit, the sharp hair, the arrogance. Now he wore a standard–issue jumpsuit, his head buzzed, his hands and ankles bound in thick iron cuffs.
Each step echoed through the hallway–clink, clink, clink–a rhythm of disgrace.
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Chapter 242 Felix Can’t Forget That Kiss
Her face was stone. Cold. Unforgiving.
The second he saw her, his chest tightened. His eyes flicked away. He couldn’t meet her gaze.
He already knew–deep down–that Lauren hadn’t done it.
He’d known it the day Elaine opened her eyes.
But admitting it?
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That meant facing the truth. The truth that he had stood in front of a courtroom and declared Lauren guilty. That he’d helped put his own sister behind bars.
He’d stolen her future.
He’d turned her into someone who had to fight just to live.
And now?
Now he couldn’t run.
Elaine’s stare held him like a spotlight. And despite everything screaming inside him to look away–to hide -his feet moved forward.
Because guilt has a way of pulling you in. Even when you’re not ready to face it.
Separated by a thick wall of glass, they both lifted the phone receivers.
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