After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

She almost wished the rumors about Gavin were true.

Dolly piped up, "How about I stay over tonight? Living by myself is so boring."

Jolie shook her head. "That might not work. My mom could show up later."

"What?" Dolly groaned, dragging out the word as she slumped dramatically against Jolie. "Then let me hug you for a little while longer. I won't get the chance once she's here!"

Jolie chuckled softly, but her thoughts began to drift. Those rumors... she'd never heard them before.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

She had always been the obedient daughter of the Quin family. During her school years, her focus had been entirely on academics. Now, with more free time after graduation, she occasionally heard about society gossip through Dolly.

Her gaze turned toward the window. Her life really did feel like that of a meticulously kept songbird in a gilded cage. Before marriage, she was expected to bring benefits to her family. After marriage, she'd be expected to be the perfect wife and mother. As the night deepened, the cruise ship sailed steadily across the calm sea. Dolly lingered for a while longer before finally leaving.

Jolie sat at her vanity, carefully removing her makeup, when her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, and her brows furrowed immediately.

It was a message from Gavin. He'd sent a room number.

Earlier, he had told her to go to his room.

The third time.

But she didn't want to go.

With a resolute gesture, Jolie flipped the phone face down and pretended not to see it. After removing her makeup, she took a shower and changed into comfortable pajamas before lying in bed.

Just as she was about to drift off, a sudden knock at the door startled her awake.

Sitting up quickly, she hesitated for a moment before getting up to open it. Standing in the doorway was Gavin.

Her eyes widened slightly. "What are you doing here?"

Standing backlit by the corridor light, his expression was unreadable. His tall figure moved forward, prompting Jolie to instinctively step back. Before she could protest, he casually entered her room, shutting the door behind him.

"I told you to come to my room

tonight, didn't?" Gavin said as he

shut the door behind him with a decisive motion. Tugging at his tie with one hand, his movements were slow and deliberate, but there was an unmistakable air of danger in them that sent a shiver down Jolie's spine.

She instinctively stepped back, swallowing nervously. "I got caught up entertaining guests and forgot."

"And the message I sent you? Did you see it?" Gavin asked, advancing step by step. His chiseled face betrayed no emotion, but his dark eyes grew colder, a faint glint of menace flashing within them.

Jolie frowned, her tone sharper now. "Gavin, I didn't go because I didn't want to. You're a smart man-don't you understand that?"

A low chuckle escaped him, humorless and cold. "Who was it that once said they'd come whenever I called?" he asked, his voice calm yet filled with quiet dominance as he continued to close the distance between them.

Jolie backed up again, only to bump

against the edge of the couch. Her knees buckled, and she sank onto it, forced to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. "Can't you wait until tomorrow night?" she tried, her voice trembling slightly.

"No."

Without another word, Gavin leaned down, pulling his tie free and swiftly binding her wrists together.

Jolie gasped in alarm. "What are you doing?"

"You're being disobedient," Gavin said, his tone clipped and unyielding. "You made a promise, but you broke it. Tell me, shouldn't I punish you for that?"

"You can't do this!" Jolie's voice

wavered, pare rising in her chest as

her bound wrists left her feeling utterly vulnerable. She began to struggle, her voice trembling. "No, Gavin I'm not your possession. I

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the right to say no-let me go!"

Her defiance only seemed to fuel his intensity. His expression darkened further as he captured her lips in a forceful, unrelenting kiss.