As the helicopter soared above the clouds, Abigail Walker gazed out the window, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. Just hours ago, she had exchanged vows with the man who she hated the most, promising to cherish and honor him. Now, she was handcuffed to that very man, her wrist throbbing in pain.Handcuffed to her seat, her husband's grip on her wrist like a vice and his eyes sending flames of fear to her spine.
The helicopter banked sharply, and Abigail's stomach lurched. She felt a wave of panic wash over her. Where were they headed? And why was her husband treating her like a prisoner on their honeymoon?
"Where are we going, Sebastian?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Sebastian's cold, calculating gaze met hers. "Our new home, my dear. A place where you'll learn to behave."
The helicopter banked sharply, and the city skyline came into view, Abigail's heart sank. They were heading to New York, a place she had never been before. A place where she knew no one, and Sebastian held all the power to control her, to hurt her—
"Is this a wedding or a kidnap?" She glared at him but he gave no answer.
The handcuff dug deeper into her skin, a constant reminder of her captivity. Abigail knew she had to think fast, or risk losing herself forever in this toxic marriage.With a surge of determination, she turned to face Sebastian, her eyes locking onto his. "You will surely pay for this." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the roar of the helicopter.
Sabastine's smile was icy. "We'll see about that, my dear."
She stared out to the patchwork of fields and lovely vegetation below, she soon realized she just entered a death trap ." Would she ever escape this nightmare, or was she doomed to be trapped forever?"
Few hours ago,
Abigail's eyes were fixed on the contract in front of her, the words blurring together as Sebastian's cold, calculating voice echoed in her head,"Sign the contract, Abigail. Marry me, and your brother's life will be spared. Refuse, and... well, let's just say I have a team of skilled individuals waiting to carry out my instructions."
Abigail's eyes widened in horror as Sebastian's menacing gaze bore into hers, she took a look at the men who had glares that nearly froze her to death, the guns they all held looked loaded and ready to be shot.
She looked at him immediately,His eyes, dark and menacing, bore into hers, leaving no doubt that he would carry out his threat. She swallowed in fear .
Sebastian's hand grasped hers, his grip like a vice, as he thrust the pen toward her. The contract lay before her, its words blurring together in a sea of terror. Abigail's mind raced, her thoughts screaming in protest, but her voice was trapped in her throat. She kept reading the contract even when she knew what was written on it.
Her brother's face flashed before her eyes, his bright smile and laughter now replaced with a haunting fear. He wasn't supposed to be punished, he had done what he thought was right for their father. She knew Sebastian's cruelty was not to be underestimated. He would stop at nothing to claim her as his own.
With a shaking hand, Abigail took the pen, her signature scrawling across the page like a betrayal. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she met Sebastian's triumphant gaze, her heart sank in agony as the pen fell from her fragile wet hand.
He took the contract from her, snatching her arm with the other hand. His nails dug into her flesh and she let out a shrill cry of pain. Not minding her pain, he dragged her.
"I've done what you wanted, I want to see my brother." She protested, slapping him lightly on his arm to free her but he held a tighter grip on her.
Abigail could feel his finger nails press through her veins. This man was surely a monster without a heart. Before she could utter another word, she was blindfolded and thrust into a car. Without an idea of what was happening, the car started and she felt the engine rolling to her doom.
After a short drive, the car stopped and the blindfold was removed. It didn't take her long to figure out it was a wedding ceremony. She was quickly dressed in a white dress, she wore it sorrowfully consoling herself she was doing it for the wellbeing of her family. Her brother had stolen from Sebastian's company and this was the only way to keep him safe.
Abigail stood beside her husband, her voice reciting the wedding vows like a soft murmur. Her gaze, however, was fixed on the chilling scene unfolding nearby. Her brother was being held at gunpoint by a hulking figure, one of Sebastian's henchmen. He had not trust her with the wedding vows,
As the priest spoke, Abigail's words came out mechanical and detached, her mind racing with desperation. She was trapped, forced to exchange vows with a man she didn't love and hated so much, while her brother's life hung in the balance.
With each promise, her voice trembled, her eyes never leaving her sleeping brother's face, they had drugged him with a substance which made him sleep. She was glad he wasn't awake to witness the torture his only sister was going through. She felt like a pawn in a twisted game, her happiness and freedom being brutally sacrificed. As the ceremony progressed, Abigail's thoughts grew more disjointed, her heart heavy with the knowledge that her future was being forged in darkness and torture.
Sebastian's grip on her hand tightened, his smile was a cold, calculated facade. As the ceremony ended with a forced kiss, Abigail's lips numb as Sebastian's claim of ownership. She was led away into the car as a lamb towards sacrifice.Sebastian had not even given her a chance to embrace her poor brother, he had promised to free him once he was awake and she had no choice but to believe.
After the wedding ceremony, Abigail was forced by her new husband into a waiting helicopter. His grasp on her arm tightened like a vice, dragging her toward the waiting helicopter. The rotor blades whirred to life, casting a menacing shadow on the ground below. The helicopter's door slammed shut as Abigail's mind raced with thoughts of escape, but her husband handcuffed her to the seat.
As she recalled all that had happened, tears welled down her eyes. Sabastine tried her tears with a handkerchief,
"Save your tears, my dear. You will need it soon." He spoke with mockery and a dirty smirk on his face.
Sophia's eyes sparkled as her fingers danced across the glittering jewels on her neck, her eyes scanning every stone, her reflection in the mirror radiant with excitement. Tonight's party was going to be unforgettable, and Anne who sold the best jewelry sets got her covered. " Try this one, you will look so beautiful with it." Anne, her friend,smiled knowingly as she presented Sophia with another box of a more sparkling design.Just as Sophia was about to try on the diamond necklace, Anne's phone buzzed,and as she glanced at the screen, her expression turned somber. "Sophia, I need to show you something." The tone sent a shiver down Sophia's spine.Sophia hesitated, but Anne's insistent gaze drew her in. With a flick of her thumb, Anne revealed a photo on her phone. Sophia's gaze froze on the image: Abigail, her friend, beaming beside Sebastian, the boy Sophia had loved since childhood."This is a joke, right?" She asked,not wanting to believe."It's all over the news, Sophia. The
They arrived in New York City at dusk, Sebastian retrieved the cuffs from Abigail. The helicopter had landed on the hotel's rooftop so they gradually made their way to the stairs of the building where they could find the room booked for them.They approached the reception desk, where a friendly staff member greeted them with a warm smile."Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Alexander. Congratulations on your wedding. I'm Rachel, your personal concierge during your stay. Let me show you to your room."Sebastian nodded as his phone vibrated, he looked around with his eyes scanning the lobby as if searching for someone. "Abigail, go ahead with Rachel. I need to check on some business updates. I'll meet you in the room shortly." Abigail hesitated, feeling a pang of uncertainty but she had to obey his command.Rachel led Abigail to a sleek, silver elevator, and they ascended to the top floor, the city skyline unfolding like a breathtaking canvas before her .As they walked down the hallway, the soft car
Abigail lay on the bed, her body wracked with sobs, her tears soaking the pillow. She had never felt such pain and betrayal before even when she expected worse torture. After a long hour of crying,Abigail's tears had finally subsided, her body exhausted from the emotional turmoil. She lay on the bed, her eyes heavy, her mind numb. The silence of the room was oppressive, punctuated only by the occasional tick of the clock.Just as she was drifting off to sleep, a knock on the door broke the silence, and she rushed to open it, hoping that it was Sebastian,who had come to apologize and make amends.But as she flung open the door, her hope was replaced with terror. A figure dressed in black, its face hidden behind a mask, loomed in the doorway. Abigail's instincts screamed danger, and she tried to slam the door shut, but the figure was too quick.It pushed its way inside, and Abigail cowered, her back against the wall. The attacker held a knife and smelt of alcohol, maybe Whisky or someth
Abigail's eyes fluttered open, groggily taking in her surroundings. She was still in the hotel room, but something felt different. A breakfast tray sat beside her, steaming hot coffee and fresh fruit enticing her senses. And on the bedside table, a new pair of medicated glasses waited, a note attached to the case."Good morning, Abigail. Hope you're feeling better. -Seb"She frowned, reading the notes again just to be sure if it was really him or someone else. This was the same man who had forcefully married her cuffed her in an helicopter and kissed another woman on the night of their honey moon. Abigial needed an explanation to everything that was going on and only Sebastian could explain but he ezt, left with no answer she made up her mind to shower first just to think with a sane mind.After freshening up and putting on the new glasses, Abigail felt revitalized. Just in time, as a knock on the door announced Rachel's arrival."Hey, Mrs Abigail! Your husband is waiting for you out
It had rained the whole day. Abigail had hoped the rain would stop soon so she could go to the beach together with Sebastine, it had been one of her dreams to visit one of New York's Beaches. The rain stopped when it was almost dusk and Sebastiam informed her to get ready for the beach outing. She wondered if it was still possible since it had rained but she pushed the negative thoughts away. Sebastine had proven to be a man who could do anything,So she had to believe him.Abigail's eyes sparkled as she got ready donning a bright yellow sundress and her hair in beachy waves. While in the car, Abigial had huge smiles as she thought of different events she could do. But Abigail's excitement quickly turned to confusion and disappointment as they arrived at the movie theater, "Sebastian, I thought we were going to the beach?" she asked, trying to hide her dismay.Sebastian barely acknowledged her question, his eyes fixed on the ticket counter. "We're seeing a movie, Abigail. Let's go."
Sebastian stormed into the hotel room, his eyes scanning the space until they landed on Abigail. She sat on the bed, her face buried in a book, her hand moving furiously as she drew something. He peeped closer and found her drawing something he didn't care to know. He sneered, his lip curling in disdain as he called out to her in a mocking tone, "Hey, Four Eyes!"But Abigail didn't flinch, didn't even acknowledge his presence. Sebastian's anger simmered, his patience wearing thin. He strode over to her, his long legs closing the distance in a few swift strides. With a sudden movement, he grabbed her neck, his fingers closing around her throat like a vice pulling her from the bed. Abigail's eyes widened in fear, her pencil dropping to the floor as she struggled to breathe."Sebastine… let me go." She struggled almost choking on the last word.Just as abruptly as he got her, Sebastian released his grip, and Abigail gasped for air. He tossed a box onto the bed, the contents spilling out
Abigail's eyes welled up with tears as she watched Sebastian in the arms of a lady. She couldn't see her face well but she knew this lady wasn't either of the ladies she had seen Sebastine with. Why was Sebastine such a player?Just as she thought she'd collapse from the weight of her emotions, a gentle voice interrupted her despair. "Please, take this," a handsome stranger said, offering a crisp white handkerchief.Abigail's gaze met his, and for a moment, she forgot her sorrow and admired the handsome man.He was stunning, with chiselled features, piercing blue eyes, and a strong jawline that seemed carved by the gods. His dark hair was perfectly messy, and his smile could charm the stars from the sky.But Abigail's pain was too raw, her pride too wounded. She shook her head, refusing the handkerchief, and tried to walk away. However, the stranger's grip on her arm was firm but gentle, stopping her in her tracks. It felt like healing to her hurt soul."Have a drink with me," he sugg
The stranger's eyes blazed with hatred as he watched Sebastian carry Abigail away, his gaze burning with a fierce intensity. For a moment, he seemed frozen in place, his fists clenched at his sides. Someone rushed to his aid, helping him to his feet, but he shook off the huge looking man's hands with a violent motion. "I don't need your help, Ryder." he snarled, his voice low and menacing.The crowd gasped, cameras clicked, and flashbulbs popped as the stranger turned to leave. His long strides devoured the distance, his eyes fixed on some point ahead, his heart seething with a burning rage.The stranger's face was etched in anger as he got to his feet heading for the exit in a leap since Sebastine had made his bones weak.As he was leaving there were constant flashing of cameras and murmuring but He just kept walking, his eyes fixed on some point ahead, his heart seething with a burning rage as different thoughts filled his mind. Thoughts of revenge.Ryder followed behind, giving st