Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Morgan nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw him; his cigarette dropped to the ground in shock.

It was just past 2 a.m. Why on earth would Beck show up now?

Beck's gaze shifted to the scene on the bed before landing a heavy punch on Morgan's face.

"Do you even know what you're doing? She's your sister!"

Morgan hit the floor hard, his cheek swelling up instantly, tears starting to stream down his face. "She's no sister of mine!"

The men who had been hovering around the bed stopped in their tracks, unsure whether to continue.

Beck took a deep breath, "Get out! All of you, just get out!"

The men glanced at Morgan, now a crying mess, and decided not to mess with Beck, quickly making their exit.

On the bed, Stella's hands were tied behind her back, staring blankly at him. Beck strode over, intending to untie the ropes binding her wrists.

But the sight of blood on the ropes made him hesitate, his heart aching at the thought of causing her more pain.

"Just bear with me."

Stella seemed to come back to life, a smile on her face. "Beck, I never thought you'd actually come. You know, at this moment, you're like an angel to me."

Beck couldn't believe she was in the mood for jokes at a time like this.

He found a pair of scissors and cut the ropes.

Her wrists were a gruesome sight, raw and bloody.

But Beck, with his keen eyes, spotted old scars among the fresh wounds.

He wasn't naive; he knew what those scars meant.

Only now did he realize Stella had many secrets hidden away.

Feeling exhausted, Stella leaned back on the bed as soon as she was freed.

"Beck, take me with you. I just want to sleep. Your place is the only place I feel safe."noveldrama

Beck didn't refuse; he picked her up.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs,

felt a dampness on his

chesking down, he saw silent tears. Content below net

Stella was like a broken doll, her cheek pressed against his chest, her tears making her seem so

vulnerable and more endearing than her smiles ever did.

Beck paused, suddenly unsure of how to comfort her.

He gently placed her in the passenger seat, leaning over to buckle her in.

But then, Stella's hands reached up, wrapping around his neck, gazing earnestly into his eyes.

Beck was about to ask what she was doing when her lips pressed against his, freezing him in place.

Stunned, his mind went blank.

Pushing her away, he stepped back, his expression darkening.

"Stella, have you lost your mind? Do you even know what you're doing?"

Stella wiped her lips, smiling again. "What's wrong, Beck? Do you find me dirty?"

Beck didn't respond, just stood outside the car, silently watching her for a minute. Finally, he said, "Don't debase yourself."

Stella's laughter turned into tears as she suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

"Beck, I'm still clean."

It was as if Beck had been scorched, he jerked his hand away.

Stella froze in her seat.

Beck returned to the driver's seat, not saying a word.

It wasn't

until they stopped

his mansion that he final outside

they stopped outside

spoke

steering wheel tightly.

"You're a Sanders, and I'm your brother. Don't try your tricks with me; they won't work."

And he wasn't about to be fooled.

Stella turned to look at his profile, a smile breaking through her tears, amused by his serious demeanor.

She opened the car door and got out first.

Unnoticed, her body was still trembling with fear.