Chapter 16

It was the second day in a row that Bellatrix was waking up with a sore and painful body. As she sat up, the night's event replayed in her mind, making her grip around the sheet covering her exposed chest—chest that was now riddled with bite marks—tighten. How heartless could one be? She thought. Not only had he humiliated her at the anniversary gala, and practically all her married life, he had the nerve to barge into her room and humiliate her even more. For what? Humiliating him? Having the guts to stand up for herself? Her eyes trailed to the door and the anger within her intensified. Just remembering the words he said, the threats he made the previous night, made her want to punch him. However, punching him wasn't possible. Because if she did that, then there's a high chance he'd make sure her father's company suffered again. So, with a heavy exhale, she chose to suck up the humiliation for the time being. Getting up, she felt the space being her legs throb and cursed Cillian inte