Where Destiny Forgot Us 17

Where Destiny Forgot Us 17 Summary

Nora endures a terrifying ordeal as she is assaulted by men under Chase’s command, feeling a deep revulsion and hatred toward the situation and the man she once loved. Despite the cruelty of the attackers, Nora fights desperately, pleading for her release, but they show no mercy, mocking her and following Chase’s harsh instructions to “take good care of her.”

 

Meanwhile, Chase remains cold and detached, focused on controlling the situation through surveillance and his own desires, even as Camila, who is pregnant, tries to seduce him. His restraint breaks, and he succumbs to temptation, showing his conflicted and harsh nature.

 

Suddenly, the attackers are violently stopped by a commanding figure who orders them to be taken away and secured. This man then gently rescues a shaken and pale Nora, carrying her away from the nightmare. In the car, Nora bravely reveals her plan to file for divorce, signaling her determination to break free from Chase’s control.

 

After leaving the County Clerk’s Office, Nora feels a profound sense of relief and newfound freedom. The chapter closes with her resolve to live independently, free from the pain and chains of her past marriage to Chase.

Chapter 8

Nora’s body trembled uncontrollably, a cold shiver crawling beneath her skin as filthy hands groped at her with unwelcome force. A raw, primal wave of revulsion surged from deep within her, twisting her insides with a fierce, nauseating hatred. How could she have ever felt love for someone like him?

“Damn, she’s got an incredible body. Babe, you have to wear this next time we’re together—I swear, I’ll lose my mind,” a leering voice whispered nearby.

Meanwhile, back at the villa, Chase was still admiring Camila’s cat-ear lingerie, a sly grin playing on his lips. His hand reached for the surveillance remote, fingers tightening around it with a cold purpose.

“Let me check the feed—I want to make sure those thugs don’t get out of hand. I told them to scare her, not actually touch her,” he muttered, voice laced with control.

He knew his boundaries, after all. Nora was still his wife, and despite everything, he wouldn’t truly harm her.

Camila’s eyes flickered with a hint of guilt, but it vanished almost instantly as she wrapped her arms around him, her fingers tracing along his waist seductively.

“But Chase… this is the first time since I found out I’m pregnant. Don’t you want to try something… different?” she purred.

“Not now,” he snapped, his tone cold and final.

Undeterred, Camila straddled his lap, slipping a hand beneath his belt, her touch bold and inviting.

His breath hitched, ragged and uneven. The last threads of his restraint snapped like brittle twigs.

In a sudden motion, he pinned her down onto the bed.

“Please… don’t… don’t…” Nora’s voice was a desperate plea as she fought back with every ounce of strength she had left.

“I’ll pay you—double, triple whatever he gave you—just please let me go,” she begged, tears blurring her vision.

The men only smirked, cruel and merciless.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Your husband made it very clear—told us to ‘take good care of you,’” one sneered.

Their laughter was harsh and crude as they argued over who would go first, undoing their belts and lunging toward her with predatory intent.

“NO—!” Nora’s scream was cut short.

Suddenly, a thunderous series of heavy thuds echoed through the room. One by one, the attackers were thrown violently to the floor.

Amid the chaos, a tall, commanding figure appeared, his presence dominating the space. His gaze swept over the men like they were nothing more than pests to be crushed.

“Who the hell are you?” one stammered, scrambling backward in fear.

The man’s voice was calm, icy, and utterly devoid of mercy.

“You? You’re not even worth my name,” he said dismissively.

He turned toward the door and ordered with quiet authority, “Drag them to the Faulkner Estate. Lock them in the Black Room.”

Without hesitation, he turned to Nora, who was pale as a ghost, trembling so violently she struggled to draw a steady breath.

His brow furrowed with concern, and without a word, he lifted her gently into his arms.

“Come with me,” he said firmly.

The car sped along the dark road, its tires humming against the asphalt. Nora curled into herself in the back seat, her eyes fixed on the man’s reflection in the rearview mirror. His lips were pressed into a tight, unyielding line, his sharp features cold and almost otherworldly.

After a moment’s hesitation, she found her voice. “Can we… stop at the next right turn?”

“Why?” His tone was as frosty as his expression.

She nodded softly, gathering courage. “The county clerk’s office is right there. I made an appointment… I’m filing for divorce today.”

A heavy silence filled the car. Then, after a pause, he said simply, “Alright.”

When Nora stepped out of the County Clerk’s Office, the sky stretched above her, bluer and brighter than ever before. The weight pressing down on her chest finally lifted, replaced by a fragile but fierce sense of freedom.

She was free.

The marriage—the lies, the scars, the pain—was finally behind her.

From this moment forward, she vowed to live life on her own terms.

No more chains binding her to Chase.

Never again.