?<strong>Chapter 645:</strong>


    Elyse turned her face away, squeezing her eyes shut as if to block out Jayden’s presence.


    Each passing second fueled Jayden’s anger. Her unwavering resolve to divorce only intensified his fury. He strode towards her, his powerful arms reaching out to scoop her into a tight embrace. A startled gasp escaped her lips.


    Driscoll, witnessing the scene unfold, tried to intervene, but Jayden’s icy rebuke silenced him. “This doesn’t concern you.”


    Driscoll’s heart sank. He stopped mid-step, bowing his head in submission.


    Even in Jayden’s forceful grip, Elyse refused to yield. She fought back with all her might, twisting and kicking. “Get off me! Let me go!”


    Her defiance did little to faze Jayden. His steps carried them relentlessly towards the bedroom. With a rough shove, he unceremoniously threw her onto the bed.


    “Ah!” A sharp cry of pain erupted from Elyse as shended. Before she could react, Jayden was on top of her, his weight pinning her down, stealing her ability to move.


    Terror gripped Elyse. Her hands pressed against his chest in a failed attempt to resist. “What-what are you doing?” she stammered, her voiceced with fear.


    Jayden’s gaze was an abyss, dark and swirling with possessive hunger that sent shivers down her spine. His rough hands snaked beneath her dress, igniting a primal fire as they grazed her skin.


    Elyse hadn’t felt such raw desire in ages, and her body betrayed her resolve, quivering with a forgotten rhythm. But she fought to maintain control, her voice trembling. “Stop! I don’t want this!”


    “But I do!” Jayden growled, ripping the fabric from her dress and exposing her bare skin to the cool air.


    Elyse’s body reacted instinctively, trembling under his relentless torment. Desperation bled into her voice. “No, please! I can’t take this anymore!”


    “Since when couldn’t you take this?” Jayden taunted, his voiceced with cruelty. His fingers worked off his tie, transforming it into a cruel restraint for her wrists.


    Elyse struggled against the relentless bonds, but her efforts were in vain. As she kicked out, Jayden effortlessly captured her legs, spreading them wide in a disy of dominance.


    A furious blush burned across Elyse’s cheeks as Jayden calmly stripped. Gritting her teeth, she hissed, “You scoundrel! You’re forcing yourself on me! I’m divorcing you!”


    Jayden’s gaze met hers, a flicker of mockery dancing in his dark eyes. “How many times have we been through this, Elyse? Do you think you can just leave me? I won’t let you. Shaun’s methods weren’t bad. Maybe I should keep you chained to me too.”


    “That’s outrageous!” Elyse’s retort was swallowed by Jayden’s possessive kiss. Her anger dissolved into whimpers as he dominated her.


    Helplessly pinned, Elyse endured a brutal encounter that left her broken and whimpering. Jayden remained relentless, his eyes zing with desire.


    Her body bore the brunt of his relentless thrusts, her voice a weak plea for mercy. “Must you torment me so? I can’t bear this!” Jayden’s eyes narrowed.


    “Bear it, woman! You dared to speak of divorce? Do as you please, but know this: you’ll never escape me.”


    Elyse shattered in his wake.


    A bloodcurdling scream tore from Elyse’s throat, tears streaming down her face. Desperation fueled her rage. “I will divorce you! Stop this, you monster!”


    Jayden’sughter wasced with darkness as he intensified his assault, pulverizing her resistance until only whimpers remained.


    It was a grueling ordeal that stretched into the night.


    Exhausted, Elyse copsed on the bed, devoid of strength to move. As moments bled into hours, she sumbed to sleep.


    When Jayden emerged, clothes in hand, his voice was a harshmand. “Get up. Eat.”


    Elyse shook her head weakly, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m not hungry. I just want to sleep.”


    Jayden’s voice turned icy as he regarded Elyse’s fluttering eyelids, his wordsced with a chilling threat. “If you don’t eat, I’ll make you regret it.”


    Elyse heaved a weary sigh, the fight momentarily drained from her. With trembling arms, she pushed herself into a sitting position. Her gaze, filled with a flicker of defiance mixed with despair, met Jayden’s as she reluctantly epted the clothes he offered.


    Jayden, arms folded, observed Elyse with a hint of amusement ying across his lips. “Seems I misjudged your stamina. Another round wouldn’t hurt, would it?”


    Elyse refused to dignify him with a response. Once rested, she pushed herself off the bed, her body a throbbing protest. Turning towards him, she surprised them both with a question that cut through the tension. “How did you get all those old scars?”


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