No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa)
Chapter 1842

Chapter 1842 Starting Over

"Bella, open the door," Luke's voice echoed through the door. There wasn't a hint of anger; he seemed oddly

composed.

But Bella could read him like a book, and it sent chills down her spine.

Feeling cornered, Bella clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle any sound, attempting to suppress her fear.

"Last chance, open the door!" Luke's patience was wearing thin.

As he finished speaking, Luke grabbed a chair and slammed it against the bathroom door.

Bella couldn't help but release a scream.

"F*cking open the door!"

Luke's voice grew more manic, his movements quicker.

Each impact felt like a blow to Bella's heart.

She scrambled, searching for anything to use for defense, but there was nothing.

To make matters worse, cracks began forming in the bathroom door's glass.

The fractures slowly spread across the glass surface.

Bella's heart clenched.

"Unlock the door, now!" Luke's final furious shout reverberated, followed by glass shattering as his fist burst

through, a muscular arm extending to unlock the door.

Luke's shadow loomed in the doorway.

Bella's heart sank with the door swinging open, her eyes the with terror.

Silhouetted against the light, his face remained obscured, but the rage emanating from him was palpable.

Luke entered without a word. His grip on Bella was tight as he carried her.

He could feel her trembling against him.

A cruel grin spread across his face as he tossed Bella onto the bed.

Dizziness swept over her, the sensation of the soft mattress beneath her back.

With caution, she sat up, her gaze fixed on Luke.

"Luke, don't push your luck."

"Who's pushing luck, you said?" Luke scoffed, unbuttoning his shirt deliberately.

His movements were deliberate, akin to a predator studying its prey.

"Bella, we've been engaged for ages. The closest we've come is holding hands, which is why I was tempted by that

b*tch. You are partly to blame for this too! If you hadn't neglected me, things wouldn't be messed up like this!"

Luke's voice was heavy with emotion, his face a mosaic of grievances.

Bella might've erupted in laughter if it weren't for the awkward situation.

The good old victim-blaming strategy.

He succumbed to his own lust and dared to point the finger at her? How absurd!

Despite these thoughts, Bella worked to maintain her calm facade, attempting to placate Luke's feelings. "Let's not

get worked up. If we're going to make a fresh start, you have to give me time to adjust, don't you think?"

Luke appeared to be swayed and momentarily halted his actions.

With a relieved breath, Bella persisted, "I've forgiven the past, but I need time to adjust. Let's take it slow... alright?"

"No chance, not okay." Luke's sneer was palpable, and Bella sensed the strong undercurrent of mockery in his eyes.

He moved faster, shedding his clothes in deft motions, leaving him in his underwear.

Bella didn't avert her gaze, nor did she meet his eyes.

Looking would cause unease while avoiding his gaze might leave her vulnerable to a sudden pounce.

Luke maintained his eerie calm, "Relax, Bella. Your first time will be gentle, and I promise you'll enjoy it."

With that, he lunged toward her.

Bella's scream echoed as she hurried to escape the bed. Unfortunately, her foot got caught, and she was pulled

back under him.

"Let go of me!"