Chapter 45 A CHANCE ENCOUNTER

THIRD PERSON’S POV

As the sun began to set, casting a soft golden glow across the land, Fedora sat alone in her room, her heart heavy with the weight of the night's events. The disgraceful incident had left a rift between her and Lorcan, and now a cold war loomed between them. The once vibrant bond they shared had been tarnished, and neither of them seemed willing to break the silence that hung heavy in the air.

She felt broken from inside with no standing by her side with whom she could share her misery.

Flashes of last night keep appearing in her mind.

The way Lorcan lost control and ripped her clothes off.

No matter how much she resisted or pleaded to him, he didn’t listen. He only wanted her body.

He tied her hands and drove inside her like a wild animal. He didn’t cared about her pain, her pleas or her tears didn’t bother him.

At one point when she was in a vulnerable position, he turned her face towards and f*cked her from behind, making her realize that she was nothing but his