Love Me Once More
Copyright© 2025 by CaffeinatedTales
Chapter 3
Liam had an overwhelming urge to pull this woman into his arms, but as memories of her past misdeeds flooded back, the burning rage in his chest was abruptly extinguished.
“Rest assured,” he said coldly, his voice laced with mockery, “I didn’t come here to insult you. You’re not even worth the effort.” His eyes gleamed with contempt, as if he could see straight through Evelyn’s carefully masked facade. “The reason I’m here is simple, I’ve come to take you back.”
He gripped her chin firmly, forcing her gaze to meet his. Her pupils widened in shock, and with a faint curl of his lips, he continued, “Evelyn, two years ago, you went to great lengths to force me into marrying you, dreaming of becoming my wife. Today, I’ll grant your wish. I’ll take you back, to be the mistress of the Drake family.”
Evelyn’s eyes flew open, her hands clutching the doorframe as though it were the only thing keeping her upright. A suffocating lump rose in her throat, making it impossible to breathe.
What had she just heard? Liam ... wanted to take her back?
Panic washed over her face like a tidal wave. She shook her head violently, shrinking back against the cold wall, her mind reeling.
“No!” she cried out, her voice trembling.
“Don’t bother struggling,” Liam said coolly, releasing her chin with deliberate slowness. A cruel smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Do you really think I don’t know where your father is buried? If you push me, I won’t hesitate to dig up his grave and bring his ashes to you myself.”
Evelyn froze, her expression one of sheer disbelief.
Liam’s smile turned even colder as he pushed open the iron door of the examination room and strode past her without a second glance.
It was as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over her head. All strength drained from her body, and she collapsed onto the floor.
So ... she had fallen back into hell once more.
When Evelyn finally stepped out of the mental hospital, Liam was seated inside his Maybach, cigarette smoke curling lazily from between his fingers. The white haze drifted upward, obscuring his dark, unreadable eyes. His thin lips pressed lightly against the cigarette before exhaling a perfect ring of smoke, momentarily blurring his striking features.
Liam was still Liam, even something as mundane as smoking seemed imbued with artistry.
Evelyn stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. Lucian, who had long served by Liam’s side, approached her with practiced politeness. “Ms. Clarke, please.”
Lucian always mirrored his master’s sentiments, which was why he never referred to her as “Mrs.Drake” To Liam, she was nothing more than “Ms. Clarke,”even now, when he had personally come to retrieve her.
Evelyn hesitated, glancing uncertainly between the front passenger seat and the space beside Liam. In the end, she chose to walk around to the front.
But just as she reached for the car door, Liam’s voice cut through the air, calm yet cutting. “If you’re not afraid of death, feel free to sit in the front.”
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