From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 308

Chapter 308 The Breaking Point

Before long, Aella was drenched in a thin layer of sweat.

She steadied her breathing and forced herself to speak clearly. “Tyrone, we’re divorced!”

She glared at him. “So what if Mason hugged me to help me today? Even if I slept with him, it wouldn’t have anything to do with you!”

Before she could finish, Tyrone snapped. “Aella, don’t

Their eyes locked, tension thick in the air.

you dare!”

Aella’s voice was calm but sharp. “Why wouldn’t I dare? If I wanted, I could nod my head and have a line of men waiting to crawl into my bed.”

She didn’t even finish before Tyrone grabbed her and kissed her hard, completely losing control.

His breathing turned ragged. He trapped her in his arms, his possessiveness so strong it felt like he wanted to crush her.

His hand slid down, yanking at her dress strap with practiced ease. His fingers brushed her back as he unhooked the clasp.

She couldn’t break free–he was too strong.

Her back went cold, and her heart clenched tight.

“Tyrone, are you insane?”

Aella held her dress up with all her strength, fighting to keep it from slipping.

Tyrone gripped her waist, his voice low and rough, his eyes bloodshot with desire.

His touch softened for a moment, then his breath brushed her ear. “Aella, you can only sleep with me.”

He growled, “If any man touches you, I’ll kill him.”

Aella’s fear finally surfaced.

She had always known Tyrone was manipulative and cold, but she had never seen him this unhinged before.

Panic hit her. She pushed against him, struggling hard.

But he inhaled her familiar scent, refusing to let go.

His breathing was out of control now. Every muscle in his body was tense from restraint.

“Aella,” he warned, “you’re mine. I won’t let anyone else have you.”

Aella’s mind was spinning. Her heart raced, her hands trembling.

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If she’d known this would happen, she would rather have stayed downstairs forever.

Just then, Vivienne’s voice came from outside the door.

Aella froze, her entire body going rigid.

If anyone saw them like this, there would be no explaining it.

People always admired the powerful.

They would only say she couldn’t let go of Tyrone’s wealth–that she was the one trying to seduce him.

They’d paint her as the desperate ex–wife, clinging to the rich heir to get back together.

Aella tightened her grip on her dress, afraid to move or make a sound. Tyrone just pulled her closer from behind.

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