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Ian’s question hung in the air. Chloe froze mid–motion.
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After a beat of silence, she answered with eerie calm. “I’m trying to free you. You and your real farmily.”
Ian stared at her for a solid five seconds. “Believe what you want, Chloe. But divorce isn’t your call to make.”
She let out a quiet “emm” and kept helping him with his jacket.
She still owed him 300 million.
He wasn’t wrong—he was a businessman through and through. No such thing as a free exit.
The room felt heavy. Neither spoke. Neither looked at the other.
Ian sat on the edge of the bed, head down, face unreadable.
Chloe focused on the welts across his back, her brow furrowed.
This wasn’t the first time he’d taken a beating for her. The first was when he insisted on marrying her–back when her family was flat broken.
The Hamiltons hated the idea. A bankrupt bride? No connections, no money, just dead weight. They said she’d drag him down.
Turns out, they were right. For three years, that’s exactly what she’d been.
But now she wondered if he’d only married her to spite his grandfather.
Edward broke him and Andrea up for not being rich enough—so Ian went and married the poorest girl he
could find.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Without realizing, she pressed too hard on a wound.
Ian hissed in pain. She snapped back to attention just as the butler knocked and entered.
“The two of you haven’t eaten. Mrs. Hamilton had the kitchen prepare soup. It’s best hot.”
Chloe packed up the medical kit. “I’m not hungry.”
She’d studied medicine–even through the scent of black chicken and spices, she could smell the herbs in the
broth.
The butler stepped closer. “It would mean a lot to Mrs. Hamilton if you had some, ma’am.”
A servant brought over two steaming bowls. Ian took one and drank it straight down.
He picked up the second bowl and held it out to Chloe. “It’s from Mom. Have a little.”
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The butler didn’t move. Ian kept holding the bowl.
Finally, Chloe took a few small sips just to make them leave.
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Satisfied, Thomas and servant exited. Chloe helped lan into pajamas, then went into the bathroom.
Minutes later, she stumbled out wrapped in a towel, her face flushed.
She grabbed Ian’s arm, fighting to keep her voice steady. “Take me to the hospital. Now.”
If she was right, that “tonic” was spiked with something a lot stronger than herbs.
But before she could finish, Ian pulled her hard against him.
Next thing she knew, she was under him on the bed.
His skin was burning. Her head spun, vision blurring. “Ian, listen the soup was drugged. We have to-
He braced his arms on either side of her, eyes dark with need. “Chloe. Stop fighting me.”
The dim light wrapped around them, soft and heavy.
Her hair fanned across the pillow, cheeks flushed, lips parted–she looked drunk and dizzy and utterly breathtaking.
Ian’s gaze traveled slowly down her face, her neck, settling on her damp collarbone.
Desire pooled in his eyes. He couldn’t hold back anymore–he kissed her.
His mouth was everywhere–soft, then rough, teasing, then claiming–as if waiting for her to respond.
Chloe’s hands pressed weakly against his chest. His kisses left her weak, melting.
Between the drug and his touch, her thoughts scattered into nothing.
He’d held back for two months.
But tonight-
There was no control.
Only need.
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Chloe woke the next morning aching everywhere,
Just the memory of last night made her shiver.
They’d been together all night–without protection. She needed the morning–after pill, and fast.
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He and Andrea were back together. They had a child.
Even if she couldn’t leave him yet, she couldn’t risk getting pregnant.
She washed up, dressed, and headed downstairs.
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Mia rushed over the moment she saw her, grabbing her arm. “Thank god you’re up. They called fan into Grandpa’s study–Dad and Grandpa.”
Chloe glanced at Miranda. “What’s going on?”
She almost asked about the soup–what had been in it? -but held back.
Miranda had always liked her. Didn’t want the marriage to end.
Maybe she’d hoped a baby would fix things.
Miranda was pacing. “Your uncle showed up this morning looking upset. Said something to your father and grandfather–next thing I know, they called Ian down. They’ve been in there almost an hour. After last night… I’m worried.”
Chloe hesitated, then said, “Stay here. I’ll check on him.”
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