Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 452

While back in New York:

An excellent well-furnished room looked utterly devastated.

Exquisite vases lay shattered across the floor, the mirror above the dresser cracked from the impact of something hurled at it, and the bedsheet was torn off the bed —twisted and discarded like it had been used to soak up the fury of someone spiralling.

In the midst of such chaos stood Selene, her chest heaving, eyes wild with rage and betrayal. Her fingers were raw from clawing cushions, and one of her heels lay broken beside the overturned chair.

And yet, even after venting so much, she hasn't felt the relief that she needed.

"Why? Why? Why?" she shouted, aggrieved. "Why didn't he look for me? Why didn't he wait for me? He couldn't possibly forget me, could he?"

There was a glint of insanity in her eye —one that promised the worst. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

The maids stood at the door, scared —none daring to set foot inside the room.

"W-We need to go inside and clean it up," one of the maids suggested, but her tone betrayed her words. She not only sounded nervous; she sounded dreaded.

Another maid hesitated as well. "We need to but I can't find the courage. Last, when Young Miss lost her calm, she almost killed Juli. before firing her."

They all remembered it because it was just one of the cases that happened recently. Similar to one, there were many in the past —each of the stories making them shudder equally.

"But we have to," another one said. "It's our work and stalling it for long will only anger her more, worsening the state. So, it would be better if we go in together and face it."

The group stared at each other before nodding to one another. After a beat, one of them knocked at the door.

"Young Miss, we —"

"Who the f*ck naked you all to show up?" before they would even voice their intention, Selene coldly asked. Beneath her tone, there was a threatening warning that made them flinch. "Scram! All of you —scram!"

They didn't dare to say another word. They were about to retreat when the aged housekeep showed up, stopping them with a gaze.

They all halted while the old lady looked at Selene and said, "Young Miss, I know you are upset with something. But please let them clean your room, or else you might get hurt." Her gaze flicked at the scattered shards of ceramics and glasses on the floor. "It will be difficult for us to explain to Old Master if you get injured even a little."

At the mention of her grandfather, Selene calmed a little. She didn't say anything but walking back, she sat on the bed.

The housekeeper saw her and then quickly gestured for the maids to go ahead.