Rebirth Snatching Back My Stolen Luck novel Chapter 88

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Then I checked the timestamp.

Half an hour ago. It was right on time for when she mentioned that I should come find her if she

couldn’t be reached.

I dialed her number immediately.

It went straight to voicemail, the mechanical voice telling me her phone was off.

My blood ran cold.

She was in trouble.

Immediately, my expression iced over as I strode into the elevator and down to the underground

garage.

On the way, I kept redialing, each dead tone sharpening the blade of my fury.

Reaching my car, I stripped off my jacket and tie and flung them aside.

My pulse hammered, a mix of emotions–fear, anger, raw urgency–clawing at my control.

No. I had to stay sharp. Losing my head now would only waste time and put her in more danger.

My grip tightened on the steering wheel.

What I needed now was focus. Clarity.

But one thing was certain–if anything happened to her…

If she so much as lost a single strand of hair…

I would make every last one of them regret it.

The engine roared to life, tires screeching as I shot out of the garage toward Cameron Hotel.

Wait for me, Elise. Just hold on.

LILITH

The moment I saw the face of the person who dragged me inside, my heart plummeted.

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It had been a trap, after all.

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“Brandon… what are you up to?” I glared up at the disheveled man who’d thrown me onto the thick carpet.

Instead of answering, he crouched, rummaged through my bag, and pulled out my phone.

After fiddling with it–likely switching it off–he met my gaze and chuckled darkly, flinging it onto the nearest sofa.

“We’re in a hotel. What do you think I could be up to?”

Dread curled in my stomach. His actions already gave me the worst guess. Still, I clung to a sliver of hope that I might be wrong.

He knelt, gripping my shoulders. His expression turned unreadable.

“We’ll be married soon. So let’s just consider this… consummating our union in advance.”

Consummating in advance, my foot! I screamed inwardly, shrinking back in revulsion.

“You’ve lost your mind.”

Perhaps it was my tone–or my attempt to pull away–that angered him, because his grip on my shoulders suddenly tightened.

Pain shot through me, my face blanching. But I bit back the cry that burned in my throat. I refused to give him that satisfaction.

Brandon sneered, his eyes cold. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’ve lost my mind. But isn’t it all because of you?”

One of his hands left my shoulder to seize my chin, fingers digging harshly into my skin.

“I

gave you so many chances to make things right between us. At your family’s mansion. At the rooftop café. Even after that post. All you had to do was cooperate and play the role of my obedient fiancée.”

His lips twisted. “But you refused. You sided with Dean instead, working against me again and again. In the end, you forced my hand.”

His grip shifted to my face, rough fingers cupping my check in a grotesque parody of tenderness. “But don’t worry. After today, we’ll be bound for life. And as long as you behave, I won’t treat you badly as my wife.”

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Nausea rolled in me.

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At this moment, I knew the best choice would be to placate him, buy time–but his words were so absurd, so vile, I forgot my fear.

“You must be dreaming. Who the hell wants to be your wife?”

One lifetime of that had been curse enough.

His expression darkened instantly.

Then before I could react, his hand left my face and fisted in my hair, yanking my head back until my neck screamed in protest.

“You despise me? So what? Whether you like it or not, I’ll make you mine. And the whole world will know it.”

Before I could dwell on what he meant, he dragged me toward the bed.

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