From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391 Her Refusal

Aella forced her thoughts into order and stared Tyrone down. “I’m not marrying you,” she said, “Our parents can deal with it themselves. I’ll pay back every dollar my family owes you.”

She turned to walk away, but Tyrone’s hand shot out, locking around her wrist.

The sudden pull made her heel slip off the curb. Her balance vanished.

She reached out instinctively, and he caught her, holding her tight against his chest.

Her heart thudded hard enough to hurt. She tried to shove him away, but his arms stayed firm, his chest pressing against hers.

His voice came out low and rough. “You promised me, Aella. You picked the date. You can’t back

out now.”

Her breath came quick, her hands trembling against his chest.

“Let me go first,” she said through clenched teeth. “Then I’ll tell you the truth.”

He loosened his grip just enough but didn’t let her go completely.

Aella took a deep breath.

“Tyrone, I canceled the wedding because I realized what I feel for you isn’t love.”

His face hardened bit by bit. “Then what is it?”

They locked eyes.

A pause followed. Then, Aella’s voice dropped. “I grew up clinging to you, following you around. I thought that meant I loved you, but I didn’t even understand what love was. I only said I wanted to marry you out of ignorance.”

Her tone turned sharp. “When my family lost everything, everyone disappeared. You stayed, and I clung to you like a lifeline. That’s what you were to me. A lifeline.”

“That’s not true! That’s not what you think!” Tyrone’s voice broke, cutting through her words.

Aella yanked her wrist free and stepped back onto the curb.

“I mixed up love with family,” she said, her voice rising. “You’re like a brother to me, Tyrone. I swear you are.”

Before she could take another breath, Tyrone grabbed her again. His hand slid behind her

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neck, and his mouth crashed against hers.

The kiss hit like fire.

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He kissed her with a hunger that felt like desperation, and the more she resisted, the harder he pressed in.

Her back hit a tree trunk. His strength pinned her there. His lips claimed hers until her knees nearly gave out.

When he finally stopped, Aella was panting, her chest heaving. Her eyes were wet, her cheeks burning.

She looked up, and what she saw in his eyes made her blood freeze. His pupils were blown wide, red from the rush of anger and desire.

Her hand flew up before she could think. The slap cracked through the night air. The sound echoed, sharp and final. They both froze.

Aella stared at him, her hand stinging, her pulse racing out of control.

Aella blinked. For a second, she couldn’t even breathe. He’s deranged, she thought.

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