Elena's POV
His every word made me realize I was in deep trouble. I was in a huge mess. What had I gotten myself into?
Last night was supposed to be fun. I was expected to just go to the club, have my share of fun like everyone else, and return home. Why was everything I did always different?
I went to have fun and ended up getting married? Trust me, I still couldn't wrap my head around it. Not even yet.
“I think you should…” I was going to say, struggling to pull out of his grip, but it only made the situation worse.
“You know what I dislike so badly, Squishy? It's repeating myself.”
With that, he swiftly jacked me up and draped me over his shoulders, my eyes bulging out in shock as I reacted almost immediately.
“What are you doing? Drop me down now! Drop me!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, trying to climb down from his shoulder, but it was impossible.
“I'm taking you home, and that's final,” he said without a trace of humor in his tone. He was serious and wasn't going to back down.
“Please drop me. Let me go!” I begged, but he still didn’t listen.
He turned sharply on his heels, and upon reaching the car, the door was opened. He tossed me into the backseat, but just as I was going to run away through the other door, he got into the car and held me close to himself before shutting the door behind him.
“Drive, Nathan! Now!” he commanded.
Immediately, Nathan, as he had called him, turned on the car engine and drove off.
“Stop the car and let me go. You don't have any right to do this to me!” I shouted at him, but he looked so calm for a man in such a situation.
“You are my wife, Elena. Don't get things twisted. This isn't an option; this is what should be done. So when I say you come with me…” he paused briefly, his hand reaching for my scattered hair, tucking it behind my ear, “Trust me, it happens.”
I had gotten into one deep hell I couldn't pull myself out of. I wanted revenge on Caleb for divorcing me suddenly—not this. This wasn't the plan.
The car drove at a high speed. The kind that, no matter what, I couldn't jump out of it. I stayed still but kept trying to figure out what I'd do once the car stopped.
Nothing was coming. No idea at all. Only one thought remained, though: irritate him.
I was going to make him feel totally disgusted by me and everything I did. He was going to hate me no matter what. He would want me out of his life just as Caleb did.
This should work out—or so I thought.
After what felt like an eternity, the car finally came to an abrupt stop. He helped me open the door, and the second I climbed out reluctantly, I was met with the most shocking view of my life.
I was standing before what could be rated as a ten-star hotel. It was a massive building. It spoke volumes by just staring at it.
Did I mistakenly marry the president of the country and wasn’t aware?
“Follow me.” His voice echoed through my thoughts, his hand placed around my waist again.
Instinctively, I pulled away. “I can walk by myself,” I scoffed before walking ahead, still amazed by the house.
Walking into it, I gasped in astonishment. It was even more perfect on the inside. The living room was another world—not to mention the well-placed dining table made out of golden steel. Those weren’t real gold, right? I thought briefly.
“Seems you love it here already. I'll go get you a glass of water. Wait here,” he urged before walking past me.
He sounded more soothing at this point, but I couldn’t change my plan. I couldn't marry someone I barely knew.
“No matter what, Elena… you must stick to the plan,” I mumbled to myself as I began to walk around the house.
Do things to irritate him. This was part of it—disobeying him.
A smile curled across my lips as I felt satisfaction while doing things against his wishes. No one wanted a disobedient wife.
I was having fun, but then I halted at the sight of a slightly opened door. I didn't want to go any closer to it, but it was as though I was being called into the room.
Out of curiosity, I went closer to it. I slowly pushed the door open, the creaking sound echoing through the room.
The moment I got inside, I stood in amazement. It was a room filled with books—more like a study room for him. Caleb never had any of these. He never let me read, either.
So seeing this made me feel a sudden sense of excitement, but too bad I was going to leave them all behind.
I turned to leave the room after a few seconds to head back to the living room, but at that moment, something shiny, made of transparent glass, caught my attention.
The name plaque on the desk.
I walked closer to it. I picked it up, and the second I read what was written on it, I stiffened.
“Caspian Nightingale…”
This couldn’t be it, right? There should be more Nightingales in this country, right? I shook my head, trying to stop the thoughts, but they didn’t stop because, as it stood, the name NIGHTINGALE belonged to just one family in Maxnight City—and that was my ex-husband’s family.
“Is he related to Caleb?”
Elena's POVMy heart raced as such thoughts slammed into my mind. It couldn’t be right, could it? There was definitely no way he was Caspian Nightingale—the Caspian known by everyone in Maxnight City.“No…” I shook my head in refusal, trying my very best to dispel the thoughts and assumptions that the man I had a one-night stand with after my divorce, the man who had brought me back home, was actually related to my ex-husband and, even worse, his uncle.I laughed like a maniac, my fingers running through each strand of my hair as I kept my gaze locked on the plaque.I was now married to my own ex-husband's uncle? No… that didn't make any sense. It was just all in my head, right?I tried my best to keep my head intact, to keep my thoughts straight, but I just couldn't convince myself that this was all my imagination. It was real. I had signed a marriage contract with my ex-husband's uncle, and even worse, he had me locked up in his home.“No… no, this can't be.” My heart raced as I turn
Elena's POVI snapped at the sudden grip around my waist, pulling me backward toward a manly figure. My hand rested on his chest, my breaths coming out in ragged gasps as I thought I had been captured by one of the men trying to break into the mansion.Just as I slowly lifted my eyes to see who it was, my heart racing, my entire being trembling, I was stunned to find Caspian—my one-night stand and now husband—trapping me in his arms, his body hot from the tension I felt surrounding him."I asked you to stay inside, Squishy…" he breathed, his deep, gruff voice sending me reeling back.A heavy sigh of relief escaped my lips, but that was only for a split second. Staring deeply into his icy blue eyes, which remained fixed on me without a single word, I couldn't help but recall the night before.His every touch, his words, my loud moans. I wasn't sure why, but I found myself beginning to get drawn to him again. Drawn to my ex-uncle. Drawn to a dangerous person.I was certain he could kill
Elena’s POVI stood before the mirror placed in his room, my fingers shaking slightly as I tried to zip up the elegant black dress he had given me.My mind was racing. Caspian Nightingale was dangerous. I had seen it. That much was clear. Yet here I was, in his room, getting ready to leave for a dinner party with him. With someone I should dread.I should have left as planned. I should have run away the moment I got the chance to do so. But for some reason, I didn’t.Instead, I stood here, my reflection staring back at me, reminding me that my freedom was slipping through my fingers like grains of sand.I was divorced. I was supposed to be free. Yet, somehow, I had walked straight into another trap.I exhaled shakily, my bare back exposed as I struggled with the zipper. My hands were clammy, my stomach twisting with unease.Why couldn’t I just ignore the fact that he had saved me earlier? Why couldn’t I turn around and leave? A heavy sigh escaped my lips at that moment.Just as I was
Elena's POVThe moment the car rolled to a stop in front of the event building, my fingers curled around the door handle, ready to step out.But before I could push the door open, a firm, warm hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.“Wait,” his deep voice rumbled beside me.I turned, meeting his icy, unreadable gaze. Caspian’s grip was gentle but firm, his thumb lightly brushing against my pulse.My breath hitched at the intensity in his expression, but before I could ask why, he stepped out first, moving with that effortless authority that always made people pause and take notice.He strode around the car, his tailored suit catching the moonlight, and pulled the door open for me.My chest tightened at the small yet thoughtful gesture. A habit of his, I realized. A silent claim.He reached out, his fingers expectant. I hesitated for just a moment before sliding my hand into his. His grip tightened slightly, grounding me, before he led me toward the brightly lit entranc
Elena's POVWith every step Caspian took into the grand hall, my chest tightened. My breathing grew shallow. Each breath I took only made the anxiety worse. I felt like the walls were closing in.Yes, I knew I had made a huge mistake—I’d signed that marriage contract with Mr. Caspian without fully understanding what it meant. But what I didn’t expect, what I never planned… was for him to claim me as his wife. Out loud. In front of everyone.In front of Caleb.In front of Isabella.My fingers curled tightly into the fabric of my dress, my eyes widening in pure shock as Caspian walked straight toward us, his face unreadable but his steps full of purpose.“Uncle Caspian—” Caleb began, but Caspian’s sharp voice cut through the air like a knife.“How dare you try to harass my wife in public?” he snapped, his voice thunderous. “Do you have no respect for me as your uncle? No respect for the family name?”The room fell deathly silent.“What?” Caleb laughed bitterly, clearly in disbelief. He
Caspian's POVWe had finally reached the open field, but Elena still didn’t seem like herself. Her eyes looked distant, like her thoughts were trapped somewhere far away. I could only imagine what was running through her mind, but right now, none of that mattered to me. All I wanted—no, needed—was for her to fall in love with me.If that happened, I wouldn’t hesitate to throw it right in Alec’s smug face… and Caleb’s too—his unwanted son.She couldn’t return to Caleb. I wouldn’t let that happen. Not now. Not ever.I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me, and stopped walking. My hand slid away from her waist, but I reached up and grabbed her shoulder firmly—not to hurt, but just enough to pull her attention back to me.She turned slowly, her eyes still clouded.“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, squishy?” I asked with a half-smile, trying to hide the fire burning in my chest. “Planning something wicked again?”She flinched when she heard my voice, h
Caspian's POV"I'm waiting… where is it?" I asked with a stern look focused on him. I refused to act all soft and pity him.If he wanted pity from me, he should have thought twice before he killed my mother."Why are you making this so difficult for both of us? I… I know you might not want to believe me, but I didn't kill your mother either," Mr. Night explained in a hoarse tone, making me scoff in disbelief."You can fool anyone, old man, but you can't fool me. I saw it with my eyes and you admitted to it—now why are you…" Caspian paused briefly, shaking his head in anger."You want the satisfaction of having me here with you, but I'm sorry, I can't give it to you. Now, where is it?"I wasn't buying any of his stories. After all, his lies didn't just start today. He was going to give me the necessary information I needed and that was it.The relic my mother had left behind was just for me alone. My father had no right to claim it, but he did and lied about it being missing. Now, when
Caspian's POVShe was scared, but not as scared as I was. I had just watched my father die. I had just witnessed the passing of Mr. Night, just like I saw my mother being moved into a morgue.My fingers clenched tightly as I turned to look at her. She was putting on a white dress with a blue collar, which indicated one thing: she was the nurse taking care of my father.Before I could say a word, she turned on her heels and left the room, running like she was being chased by some ghost. I didn't chase after her. I had a more important situation on ground than her.Turning back to my father's dead body, I reached for his eyes and shut them properly. I wasn't supposed to care about him, but why in the world did my heart race the way it did? Why did it ache when all I've gotten from my father was nothing but hatred?Just as I was trying to piece everything together, a familiar voice, low but sinister, echoed from behind me.“What have you done, Caspian?”I turned sharply to find Alec, my
Caspian's POVHer breath hitched the moment my lips touched her skin. She stood still, almost trembling, like she didn’t know what to do—but I did.I tilted her chin up with one hand, making her look into my eyes. “Don’t hide from me, Squishy,” I said softly but firmly. “Not now… not when I’ve been dying to touch you.”Her lips parted, but no words came out. She didn’t have to say anything—her eyes told me everything. She wanted this just as badly as I did.I slid my hand down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the damp towel. Then, slowly, I tugged at the edge of it.The towel slipped from her body, falling to the floor without a sound.She gasped, but I caught her before she could step back. “No,” I whispered, pulling her closer until our bodies touched, skin against skin. “You don’t run from me. Not now.”I picked her up easily, her legs wrapping around my waist like it was second nature. Her arms clung to my shoulders, her breath shaky and hot against my neck.“You b
Caspian's POV.Her hand, soft and gentle, remained on my face, her words making me feel at ease. They were more soothing than I could have ever imagined. No one had shown me this much care in a long while. It all reminded me of my mother.I wasn't sure if it was real or if she was still seeing me as a pawn, but her words had melted my pain and drained the frustration I felt from speaking to my brother and his silly son in there.I wanted to keep this feeling, and I was going to do it.I nodded twice, with a faint but bitter smile on my lips. “I won't disappoint you, Squishy,” I assured her, my hand reaching out and squeezing hers firmly.“I trust you,” she muttered to me.How could she trust me when my plan was to use her? Was she always this easy, or was there something I was missing?After a few seconds of staring at her, I turned my attention to Nathan, who was holding the steering wheel of the vehicle in his grip.“Did you get any information from anyone at the event today?” I ask
Caspian's POVShe was scared, but not as scared as I was. I had just watched my father die. I had just witnessed the passing of Mr. Night, just like I saw my mother being moved into a morgue.My fingers clenched tightly as I turned to look at her. She was putting on a white dress with a blue collar, which indicated one thing: she was the nurse taking care of my father.Before I could say a word, she turned on her heels and left the room, running like she was being chased by some ghost. I didn't chase after her. I had a more important situation on ground than her.Turning back to my father's dead body, I reached for his eyes and shut them properly. I wasn't supposed to care about him, but why in the world did my heart race the way it did? Why did it ache when all I've gotten from my father was nothing but hatred?Just as I was trying to piece everything together, a familiar voice, low but sinister, echoed from behind me.“What have you done, Caspian?”I turned sharply to find Alec, my
Caspian's POV"I'm waiting… where is it?" I asked with a stern look focused on him. I refused to act all soft and pity him.If he wanted pity from me, he should have thought twice before he killed my mother."Why are you making this so difficult for both of us? I… I know you might not want to believe me, but I didn't kill your mother either," Mr. Night explained in a hoarse tone, making me scoff in disbelief."You can fool anyone, old man, but you can't fool me. I saw it with my eyes and you admitted to it—now why are you…" Caspian paused briefly, shaking his head in anger."You want the satisfaction of having me here with you, but I'm sorry, I can't give it to you. Now, where is it?"I wasn't buying any of his stories. After all, his lies didn't just start today. He was going to give me the necessary information I needed and that was it.The relic my mother had left behind was just for me alone. My father had no right to claim it, but he did and lied about it being missing. Now, when
Caspian's POVWe had finally reached the open field, but Elena still didn’t seem like herself. Her eyes looked distant, like her thoughts were trapped somewhere far away. I could only imagine what was running through her mind, but right now, none of that mattered to me. All I wanted—no, needed—was for her to fall in love with me.If that happened, I wouldn’t hesitate to throw it right in Alec’s smug face… and Caleb’s too—his unwanted son.She couldn’t return to Caleb. I wouldn’t let that happen. Not now. Not ever.I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me, and stopped walking. My hand slid away from her waist, but I reached up and grabbed her shoulder firmly—not to hurt, but just enough to pull her attention back to me.She turned slowly, her eyes still clouded.“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, squishy?” I asked with a half-smile, trying to hide the fire burning in my chest. “Planning something wicked again?”She flinched when she heard my voice, h
Elena's POVWith every step Caspian took into the grand hall, my chest tightened. My breathing grew shallow. Each breath I took only made the anxiety worse. I felt like the walls were closing in.Yes, I knew I had made a huge mistake—I’d signed that marriage contract with Mr. Caspian without fully understanding what it meant. But what I didn’t expect, what I never planned… was for him to claim me as his wife. Out loud. In front of everyone.In front of Caleb.In front of Isabella.My fingers curled tightly into the fabric of my dress, my eyes widening in pure shock as Caspian walked straight toward us, his face unreadable but his steps full of purpose.“Uncle Caspian—” Caleb began, but Caspian’s sharp voice cut through the air like a knife.“How dare you try to harass my wife in public?” he snapped, his voice thunderous. “Do you have no respect for me as your uncle? No respect for the family name?”The room fell deathly silent.“What?” Caleb laughed bitterly, clearly in disbelief. He
Elena's POVThe moment the car rolled to a stop in front of the event building, my fingers curled around the door handle, ready to step out.But before I could push the door open, a firm, warm hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.“Wait,” his deep voice rumbled beside me.I turned, meeting his icy, unreadable gaze. Caspian’s grip was gentle but firm, his thumb lightly brushing against my pulse.My breath hitched at the intensity in his expression, but before I could ask why, he stepped out first, moving with that effortless authority that always made people pause and take notice.He strode around the car, his tailored suit catching the moonlight, and pulled the door open for me.My chest tightened at the small yet thoughtful gesture. A habit of his, I realized. A silent claim.He reached out, his fingers expectant. I hesitated for just a moment before sliding my hand into his. His grip tightened slightly, grounding me, before he led me toward the brightly lit entranc
Elena’s POVI stood before the mirror placed in his room, my fingers shaking slightly as I tried to zip up the elegant black dress he had given me.My mind was racing. Caspian Nightingale was dangerous. I had seen it. That much was clear. Yet here I was, in his room, getting ready to leave for a dinner party with him. With someone I should dread.I should have left as planned. I should have run away the moment I got the chance to do so. But for some reason, I didn’t.Instead, I stood here, my reflection staring back at me, reminding me that my freedom was slipping through my fingers like grains of sand.I was divorced. I was supposed to be free. Yet, somehow, I had walked straight into another trap.I exhaled shakily, my bare back exposed as I struggled with the zipper. My hands were clammy, my stomach twisting with unease.Why couldn’t I just ignore the fact that he had saved me earlier? Why couldn’t I turn around and leave? A heavy sigh escaped my lips at that moment.Just as I was
Elena's POVI snapped at the sudden grip around my waist, pulling me backward toward a manly figure. My hand rested on his chest, my breaths coming out in ragged gasps as I thought I had been captured by one of the men trying to break into the mansion.Just as I slowly lifted my eyes to see who it was, my heart racing, my entire being trembling, I was stunned to find Caspian—my one-night stand and now husband—trapping me in his arms, his body hot from the tension I felt surrounding him."I asked you to stay inside, Squishy…" he breathed, his deep, gruff voice sending me reeling back.A heavy sigh of relief escaped my lips, but that was only for a split second. Staring deeply into his icy blue eyes, which remained fixed on me without a single word, I couldn't help but recall the night before.His every touch, his words, my loud moans. I wasn't sure why, but I found myself beginning to get drawn to him again. Drawn to my ex-uncle. Drawn to a dangerous person.I was certain he could kill