Kneel, Darling, Your Trophy Wife Is Gone Chapter 07
The day I was discharged from the hospital, I handled the paperwork alone.
But the moment I stepped outside, I saw a familiar black Maybach parked at the curb.
Ethan was leaning against the car with a cigarette between his fingers, like he’d been waiting for me the
entire time.
The second he saw me, he crushed the cigarette beneath his shoe and spoke in that same commanding
tone.
“Tonight’s Hazel’s celebration party. You’re coming with us.”
I didn’t even hesitate.
I walked right past him. “No.”
Ethan’s expression darkened instantly. He grabbed my wrist hard enough to hurt, his voice turning cold.
“That’s not your decision anymore.” His grip tightened. “Don’t forget-you’re not the Donna now. You’re
Hazel’s personal maid.”
He emphasized the word maid deliberately.
Then, without giving me any chance to resist, he shoved me into the car.
I had no choice but to go with him.
The party was being held at the most exclusive private club in New York.
Hazel sat in the center of the VIP lounge surrounded by her so-called friends like a queen being worshipped.
The moment she saw Ethan walk in, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.
Ethan narrowed his dark eyes briefly before taking control of the kiss almost immediately.
The entire room froze for half a second.
Then cheers, whistles, and filthy laughter exploded through the private suite alongside the wet, intimate
sounds of them kissing.
I looked away coldly and quietly found a seat in the far corner.
Ethan noticed me by accident.
For a brief second, his breathing seemed to catch.
Then he suddenly released Hazel and sat down heavily onto the sofa, his expression darkening again.
Hazel immediately sensed the shift in his mood. Her eyes flickered slightly before she leaned closer to him
with a sweet smile.
“Ethan,” she said softly, “my friends can get pretty wild sometimes. Should we open another suite and let
Nora rest there instead?”
Ethan let out a cold laugh.
“She’s your maid. She came here to serve you, not hide somewhere relaxing.”
Hazel’s smile deepened immediately.
She exchanged a subtle glance with the men nearby before leaning close enough to brush her lips against
Ethan’s ear.
“Ethan, my stomach feels weird,” she murmured. “Can you come check on me in the room next door?”
A trace of hesitation flickered through Ethan’s eyes.
But the moment his gaze landed on my calm expression, whatever softness remained instantly turned cold
again.
Without another word, he lifted Hazel into his arms and carried her out of the suite.
By the time I realized something was wrong, it was already too late.
The men Hazel had signaled were already surrounding me with ugly grins.
One of them pressed a glass toward my lips.
“Heard you’re Hazel’s maid,” he sneered. “You don’t mind drinking with us for a while, right?”
I slapped the glass away immediately, my voice turning icy.
“I’m Ethan Moretti’s wife. Try touching me and see what happens.”
The men exchanged looks before bursting into mocking laughter.
“Don Moretti’s wife?” One of them laughed so hard he nearly spilled his drink. “If you’re really Mrs. Moretti,
then I’m Ethan fucking Moretti himself.”
Another one smirked.
“Didn’t Don Moretti just say you’re Hazel’s maid? Who the hell are you trying to fool?”
“Or maybe you’re trying to climb over Hazel and steal her position?” His eyes swept over me mockingly.
“That’s pathetic. Besides, if you were really the Donna, why would Ethan bring you here like this?”
The color drained from my face instantly.
I shoved the nearest man aside and tried to run, but someone grabbed my hair violently and yanked me
backward.
A rough hand clamped onto my jaw.
The next second, an entire bottle of liquor was forced down my throat.
“Mmph-stop-!”
I struggled desperately.
But they gave me no chance to fight back.
One bottle after another was poured down my throat without pause.
I choked until my face turned red, my throat burned like fire, and the entire room spun violently around me.
Then suddenly-
I felt someone’s hand slide beneath my dress.
Panic exploded through my body.
I don’t even know where the strength came from, but I grabbed a liquor bottle and smashed it against the
nearest man’s head before stumbling toward the door screaming for help.
But Ethan had reserved the entire club for the night.
The staff had vanished long ago.
The entire third floor was empty.
No one came.
No one answered.
Half-drunk and barely able to see straight, I shoved open the nearest door I could find.
And the moment I saw what was inside, my entire body turned ice cold.
It was Ethan.
And Hazel.
They were in bed together.
