Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Another Miscarriage

Luna's POV

I woke up, still in the same position, alone in the dark. Victor was gone, but the pain remained. I cried out, my body shaking with sobs.

Why couldn't I just die? Why did I have to suffer like this?

I wanted to escape, to flee from this hellhole, but my body felt heavy, weighed down by the chains of my fear.

As I lay there, I felt a spark of anger ignite within me. I was tired of being a victim, tired of being controlled.

I slowly sat up, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. I looked around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings.

Something inside me shifted. I realized that I had a choice. I could continue to live like this, or I could fight back.

I took a deep breath, my mind clearing. I knew what I had to do.

I would escape. I would take back control.

But as I stood up, a wave of dizziness washed over me. I stumbled, falling back onto the bed.

I wasn't strong enough. Not yet.

But I would be. Oh, I would be.

My name is Luna Williams, I don't know who my father is but all my life, I have known just one thing and it's pain. I experienced true love once from my first love and after then I have never experienced love again, not even from my biological mother. She hates me so much but till now I still can't explain the reason she hates me.

My stepdad died two years ago and my little step brother was still battling for his life in the hospital. His name is Ezra, I love him so much and he is the only one who considers me a family.

Wondering how I ended up in this toxic marriage, well I was foolish from the beginning, my mom was in huge debt and also we needed money to continue to pay for my brother bills at the hospital, the bank was about to seize the only apartment my stepdad left for us, it was terrible.

Victor Arnault came and I thought he was my hero because he was so handsome and sweet, he promised to clear it all if only I agreed to marry him. My mom talked me into it telling me it was my responsibility and I also thought of it as a means to escape from my hell with my mother.

I always aspired to be a model, a lot of people wanted my face, and getting married to Victor would surely bring it to pass. We got married and just like that, I discovered I married a monster, the devil himself but who would believe me that the world's sweetest Victor is a woman beater? I wish I could be given the chance to take it back and re-make my decision, I would never have chosen to be with the devil.

I have been married to Victor Arnault for a year now and it has been a year of living in bondage. He doesn't even want me to chase my dream. At home, I am his maid, sex toy, or punching bag but in public, I am his lovely wife and face model to his brand. He is the CEO of Arnault Couture and Magazine, guess what I am like his mannequin when it comes to his clothing line of business and my face is on the cover of his magazine home page.

I wear the most expensive clothes branding and yet my life is in hell despite all the riches.

I finished cleaning as usual and rested on the bed thinking about what to do to kill my boredom. Sometimes I like reading and most of the time I end up watching movies.

He allows me to leave the house anytime I need to go food shopping or attend to things relating to his branding and magazines.

Victor stormed into the room and immediately I stood on my feet shivering already.

"Welcome home, I didn't know you would be returning early!!”

"Are you my guardian now??” He yelled and I went on my knees to apologize to him at once.

"That's not what I mean, please forgive me, I will go get your dinner now!!”

"I am not hungry, he took his seat on the bed and I gave him a little distance so he didn't end up beating me up for no reason as usual, what if he had a bad day, he would end up attacking me to satisfy himself.

I noticed he had a document in his hand. "Learn this, word for word," he snapped, throwing the papers at me. "We have an interview tomorrow, and I want you to shine."

I picked up the document and unscanned the pages. It was a script, detailing our "perfect" marriage and Victor's new clothing line.

"I want you to talk about how wonderful our marriage is," Victor instructed, his eyes cold. "And don't forget to mention the new collection. You're the face of the brand, after all."

"I will give my best!!” I replied and he dragged me by the hair. Immediately he stood up, "What did you just say?”

"I promise to give my best, please!!!!” I begged.

"I don't need you to do your best, I need you to be perfect, remember who you are!! One mistake you are done for!!” He let me go at once and exited the room.

I felt a surge of resentment, but I knew better than to show it.

The next day, we sat in front of the cameras, holding hands and smiling. I recited the script, my voice dripping with fake sweetness.

Victor played the part of the loving husband, and I played the part of the adoring wife.

As soon as the interview was over, I rushed to an empty room, desperate to escape the charade. I locked the door and let my tears flow.

I am tired of everything, I am dying inside, and I need an escape route. Will I ever get a glimpse of hope?

But I wasn't alone for long. I sensed a familiar aura, and my heart skipped a beat.

The door opened, and Owen Ortega stood before me, his eyes filled with concern.

"Luna," he whispered, his voice like a balm to my soul. "I've been searching for you everywhere." He is still as handsome as always and my heart couldn't stop racing for him even though I am now a married woman.

I felt a rush of emotions, a mix of joy and fear. Owen, my first love, my true love.

But I knew I couldn't be with him. Victor would never let me go.