CHAPTER 7 : I HATE YOU
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Williams instructed Logan to buy a set of clothes for Madeline—a nightgown, fresh office wear, and a simple dress. When the clothes arrived, he ordered the servants to deliver them to her room.
After a long, hot shower, Williams felt more relaxed, but the anger inside him remained. He could never forget what she did to him. She had taken something precious from him, and now, every time he looked at her, all he could see was betrayal.
Meanwhile, Madeline had just stepped out of the bathroom, her damp hair clinging to her skin. She glanced at her soaked clothes, uncertain whether to wear them or just wrap herself in a towel when a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
“Miss, the master asked me to bring these for you,” a female voice said.
Madeline sighed in relief—it wasn’t Williams. She quickly grabbed the package and opened it, only to freeze in shock.
Inside was a silky nightgown, short and revealing. The V-neck plunged lower than she was comfortable with, and the hem barely covered her thighs.
Her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten, but there was no way she could step out in this. She would rather sleep hungry.
Williams couldn’t shake the image of her standing in the rain, her dress clinging to her body. The way she looked—helpless, vulnerable, yet still so stubborn—it made something dark stir inside him.
Anger. Frustration. Desire.
He hated her for what she had done, but his body refused to obey his mind.
Fueled by his rage, he strode toward the guest room and pushed the door open without warning.
Madeline gasped, wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to cover her exposed skin. But that only made things worse.
To Williams, she looked like she was teasing him, tempting him, even if she didn’t realize it.
“You really have no shame, do you?” he said coldly, stepping closer.
Madeline’s heart pounded. “Get out!” she demanded, stepping back.
But he didn’t listen.
Without warning, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her against him. The scent of fresh soap and something dark, something purely masculine, invaded her senses.
“Trying to seduce me again, Madeline?” he whispered, his voice laced with mockery.
She struggled against his grip, but he was too strong. “Let me go, Williams!”
His fingers traced her jaw, tilting her chin up so that their eyes met. “Do you think I’ve forgotten what you did to me?” His voice was dangerously low. “You took something from me, and now, I’ll take something from you.”
Madeline’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Took something from you? What are you talking about?”
Williams’ jaw clenched. “My purity, Madeline!” he spat. “You had s*x with me when I was drugged. Then you threw money at me like I was nothing.”
Madeline’s entire body went numb. Her breath hitched, and her hands trembled.
“So… you’re the man?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Williams’ eyes darkened. “Yes. And now you know why I despise you.”
Madeline’s lips parted in shock. Was that why he hated her so much?
“I didn’t know… I was drugged too! It was my sister—she set me up! I swear, Williams, I never meant to do that to you!”
But Williams scoffed. “Lies. Always lying, aren’t you?”
Madeline shook her head frantically. “I’m not lying! Please, believe me!”
But Williams refused to listen. In his eyes, this was just her way of escaping responsibility.
“Enough,” he growled.
With that, he pushed her onto the bed, pinning her beneath him.
Madeline gasped, struggling, but he was too strong.
“Now, you’ll pay for what you did,” Williams murmured, his voice thick with anger and something else—something dark and possessive.
His lips crashed against hers, punishing, demanding. His hands roamed her body, and no matter how much she fought, his grip only tightened.
Tears burned Madeline’s eyes as she realized—this wasn’t about love. This was about revenge.
And no matter how much she pleaded, Williams had no mercy for her.
He torn her gown and forcefully penetrated her ,
Madeline cried and pleaded but Willams only
Increased his speed
Hours later, when he was finally done, Williams finally let the weak Madeline to rest he stood up and straightened his clothes.
He tossed a small packet medicine to
her. “Take this. I don’t want a loose woman like you carrying my child.”
Madeline lay there, weak and trembling.
Hatred burned in her heart.
From this moment on, she vowed—she would never forgive Williams.
Never
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