Win My Forsaken Ex-wife Back (Charlotte and Arthur) novel Chapter 392

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Charlotte fought desperately, but the man holding her didn’t budge. Her handbag was snatched away, leaving her completely defenseless. 

Her face turned pale, panic rising in her chest. She thought, “What’s going on? Is it my enemy? Or Arthur’s? What do they 

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She tried to calm herself down, but her voice still trembled. “Who are you? What do you want from me? I’ll give you whatever you want, just don’t hurt me!” 

The man didn’t respond. Soon, Charlotte felt the wind disappear, realizing they had entered a building. Her body went rigid, her mind racing for a way out. But with no answers from her captor and no way to move, she was trapped. 

She listened intently to the sounds around her–doors opening and closing. Then, without warning, she was thrown onto a soft surface–a bed. The shock made her struggle instinctively. 

But someone grabbed her wrists, and the cold snap of handcuffs locked around them. 

“What are you doing? Let me go!” Charlotte fought with all her strength, panic flooding through her as the handcuffs clicked against the bedframe. 

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Once her wrists were secured, the footsteps faded into the distance. Her head was still covered, blinding her to everything. She could only hear her breath, coming in sharp, fast gasps. 

With her hands cuffed, there was no way to escape. Charlotte never felt so powerless in her life. She thought, “Who is behind this? Why am I being treated this way?” 

Just as she tried to process everything, hurried footsteps approached, making her body tense. The next moment, she felt her dress being torn away. Charlotte screamed, “Who are you? You can’t do this to me! Let me go!” 

But her cries were ignored. Instead, she felt the heat of a hand moving over her, sending waves of tremors through her body. Her voice cracked as she pleaded, desperation taking over, “Please. I’ll give you anything you want. Just don’t force me. I’m begging you.” 

But her pleading was cut off when the man’s weight pressed down on her, taking everything. 

“I’ll kill you. I swear I will,” she managed to choke out, her anger mixing with fear. Her wrists ached as she pulled against the handcuffs, but the pain only fueled her rage. 

But the physical torment had only just begun. The man didn’t kiss her or caress her. It was raw, primal, like a battle for control, unrelenting and fierce. 

By the end, Charlotte had no strength left to fight. Pain coursed through her body, making her tremble uncontrollably. Her tears 

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