Elizabeth Bell
I watch myself pressing the makeup sponge to my bruised cheek. The mirror is unforgiving, reflecting back a face I barely recognise, hidden beneath layers of foundation. My black eye stands out despite everything I try to mask it with.
How did I get here?
How did I let things go so wrong?
"Elizabeth," Christopher’s voice cuts through the silence, sharp and angry.
“Hurry the fuck up in there. Don’t make me wait. And make sure you look presentable. I don’t need people asking questions.”
I swallow hard, forcing down the anger that rises every time he talks to me like that. I answer him quietly, "I’m done."
Standing up, I smooth the glittering black dress clinging to my body, its sequins catching the light.
My hair is a glossy sheet of black that falls to my shoulders, and my hazel eyes—once full of life—look dull now. I swipe a finger over my red lips, fixing the lipstick. I know, objectively, I look beautiful. But right now, it feels like a mask.
I step out of the room and see him leaning against the doorframe, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. His gaze stops on the faint outline of the bruise peeking through the makeup, and he frowns, displeased.
“Go back and fix your face, Lizzy,” his voice is not as cold. He walks towards me. He pulls me towards him, gently rubbing my hair.
“See what you made me do to you, baby. I didn’t mean to. I am sorry. Now please fix your eye.”
I nod, understanding that he does not mean that as a gentle request.
Finally, I look back up. He nods in cold approval.
“Good. You look beautiful,” he says. “I’ll meet you in the car. Go say goodnight to Edward if you have to. Just don’t take too long.”
“I won’t,” I mutter.
I turn towards our son’s room, walking down the hall, my heels quiet on the plush carpet. The tension in my chest loosens slightly as I near Edward’s door. I close my eyes for a moment, taking in a calming breath. He’s the only light left in my life, the only reason I haven’t walked away from all this. Somewhere inside me, I still hold onto the idea that maybe things will change and that Christopher might somehow become the man I once knew.
As I enter Edward’s room, the dim nightlight illuminates the small figure under the blanket. I see his little legs kicking playfully beneath the covers, his soft laughter filling the room. His big blue eyes lock onto me, lighting up with excitement.
“Mama!” he squeals, his small hands reaching out toward me.
I melt instantly. “Hello, my little lion,” I say, my voice soft. “I just came to kiss you goodnight, sweetheart.”
Edward holds out his arms, and I lean in, scooping him up into a hug. He giggles as I plant a loud, exaggerated kiss on his cheek, holding him close, wishing I could freeze this moment. For just a second, all my troubles fade.
“Love you, Mama,” he murmurs, his small arms wrapping around my neck.
“I love you too, Edward,” I whisper, my voice barely holding steady. I settle him back into bed, tucking the blanket around him and brushing a lock of his soft hair back. “Sleep well, my little lion.”
As I close his door, the warmth fades, and the reality of my life hits me like a punch to the gut.
The mask slips back on.
How much longer can I keep this up?
I hate this life. I hate the lies and the empty, soulless world I’ve been drawn into.
Christopher wasn’t always like this, I remind myself. We were high school sweethearts. We were in love, or at least I thought so. We came from the same wealthy world, full of privilege and dark secrets. My father had begged me not to marry him, but I was so determined to prove him wrong.
I walk down to the car, each step heavier than the last, knowing that the evening ahead will be as empty as the rest of my life. As I settle into the passenger seat, Christopher doesn’t even glance at me. The silence is suffocating. Tonight, as always, he has his Friday poker game. And as always, I’m expected to be by his side, the perfect, smiling trophy wife.
When we arrive, he holds out his hand for me to take, his fingers tight around mine. It’s not a gesture of affection—it’s a command. He expects me to smile, to play along, to hide the pain he’s inflicted. I grit my teeth, pasting on a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes.
The room is filled with billionaires and politicians laughing too loud, exchanging money and stories. Most of the women here are high-end escorts, hanging on to their clients, laughing at jokes that probably weren’t funny. I don’t recognise most of them, but it doesn’t matter. They’re here for the night, bought and paid for.
I glance at Christopher, who sits at the poker table, his jaw tight, his gaze dark. He’s losing. I can tell from the way he clenches his glass, the way his fingers tap against the table. I know what that means for me. A night like this always ends the same way.
“How do you know Chris?” A voice suddenly interrupts my thoughts, soft and curious. I turn to find a young woman standing beside me. She’s blonde, fresh-faced, and too young to be in a room like this. Her eyes are wide as she looks at me, clearly expecting a friendly answer.
I swallow the bitterness rising in my throat, glancing back at the table. “He’s my husband,” I reply, my voice flat.
Her face brightens, and she tilts her head, giving me an envious smile. “Oh, you’re so lucky. You bagged yourself a rich, handsome guy,” she says, her tone full of admiration.
I turn to her, my face calm, but there’s a sharp edge to my voice. “I bagged nothing, sweetheart. His money is the last thing I will ever need.”
She blinks, a look of confusion passing over her face, but I don’t explain. I turn back toward the table, just in time to see Christopher lose another hand. His face darkens further, and a small group of men around him exchange amused glances, clearly enjoying his discomfort.
Then, someone leans forward at the table, his voice booming over the quiet murmurs of the room.
“Are you calling it a night, Chris?”
The man’s voice is low and thick, with a hint of something mocking in it. I look at him, not recognising his face. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, with dark eyes that glint in the dim light. He smiles, a lazy, predatory grin that sends a chill down my spine.
Christopher glares at him, his fingers drumming against the table, but he doesn’t respond. The man leans forward, his gaze never leaving Christopher’s.
“How about one last round?” he drawls, his voice full of challenge. “Just you and me. If you win, I’ll give you my entire stake. But if I win..." His eyes flicker to me, and I feel a cold, sinking dread. “If I win, I get a night with your wife.”
The words hang in the air, and my heart stops. I stare at the man, my breath caught in my throat, shock turning my body to ice. This can’t be real. This can’t be happening.
I look at Christopher, praying that he’ll end this. That he’ll say no, that he’ll stand up for me for once. His face is impassive, but I can see him weighing the offer, calculating. My stomach twists as he meets my gaze, the look in his eyes cold, detached. And then he nods.
“Deal.”
Chapter 2ElizabethI can’t move.I’m staring at Christopher, my mouth open, heart hammering, and he’s looking at me as if nothing unusual just happened.As if he hasn’t just agreed to trade me to another man like I’m some lose change.My mind spins, disbelief and horror mingling as Sebastian’s voice breaks through.“There’s no going back if you agree to this, you know,” he says to Christopher, his voice edged with dark amusement.Christopher scoffs, barely glancing at him. “I know that, Sebastian. I know exactly whats at stake.”A nauseous feeling rises in my stomach, and I turn quickly, making my way to the bar as my legs threaten to give out. The man I loved once and trusted completely is now using me as a gambling chip, tossing me around like I’m nothing.What the hell is wrong with him? How did we come to this?I reach the bar, my hands shaking as I order whiskey, downing the first shot in one gulp and feeling the burn slide down my throat, a temporary numbness.I barely hesitate
ElizabethI drag myself through the front door, each step weighed down with exhaustion, bitterness, and anger that’s simmering just below the surface.The night’s events play over and over in my mind, each memory igniting fresh resentment. Christopher, the man I once trusted with my life, had crossed every line and left me feeling like nothing more than a dirty pawn.I move slowly through the darkened hallway. I reach the bedroom, my heart pounding. Maybe it’s the whisky still swirling in my veins, or maybe it’s the realisation that I have nothing left to lose. Today is the day.I will leave him. Christopher Bell's over. no matter what it takes.As I push the door open quietly, my eyes fall on the bed, and I have to suppress the urge to laugh.There he is, sprawled out and sleeping soundly, and he’s not alone. Curled up next to him, her blonde hair spilling over his shoulder, is a woman—a slim, young figure, her arm draped possessively around his waist.I don’t even blink. Of course,
ElizabethIts Monday morning. I sit on the edge of the couch, watching Christopher play with Edward on the floor. I can’t tear my eyes away as I watch him lift our son into the air, spinning him around until Edward is giggling uncontrollably.It’s these rare moments that mess with my mind and make me second-guess everything.This gentle, loving version of him is the man I fell in love with, the father I want Edward to have.When Christopher glances up at me, a softness in his blue eyes, he gives me a kind smile—the kind that used to melt me.For a split second, I feel a flicker of hope, a glimpse of the man he used to be.“Get ready, Elizabeth,” he says, his voice breaking the moment.“You’re coming with me to the office today.”I blink, completely thrown.“What? Why?” My voice comes out sharper than I intended, laced with suspicion.I don’t trust this. I don’t trust him.He chuckles, shaking his head like I’m overreacting.“I thought maybe you should go back to work. Get your old job
ElizabethThe office has made me feel alive again. The buzzing of hushed voices and the busy bodies takes me back to my passion.As I walk past the rows of desks, I can feel eyes on me and hear the whispers that follow me wherever I go. The name *Celeste* is on everyone’s lips—Christopher’s new fling.I should feel hurt or betrayed, but all I feel is relief.It’s been a month since Christopher last laid a hand on me. A month since I had to force a smile and pretend to care. If Celeste keeps him distracted, that’s fine by me. Maybe she’ll keep him away long enough for me to make my escape.I keep my head high, my heels clicking sharply against the floor, and step into Sebastian’s office.The air shifts as soon as I enter, the tension between us like an unspoken third presence in the room. He’s standing behind his desk, flipping through a folder, his dark eyes scanning the pages with a focus that makes my stomach tighten.He doesn’t look up right away, but when he does, it’s like the en
SebastianThe gala is alive with music, laughter, and the hum of conversation. I walk through the grand hall, my steps deliberate, my posture commanding. I am happy with myself. Not for the party but for my plan coming to fruition.I smile to myself, satisfaction curling at the edges of my thoughts.My revenge on Christopher Bell is taking shape. He has no idea what’s coming, and that’s exactly how I want it.Christopher has spent years destroying lives. He destroyed mine. He destroyed my wife's. He thought he had gotten away without consequence.But when I heard his company was faltering, teetering on the edge of bankruptcy, I saw my opportunity. I’d been patient, biding my time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Now, here I am, the "savior" swooping in as an investor, offering him a lifeline he can’t refuse.It’s almost poetic.I make my way through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and shaking hands with key players.Every interaction is another move in this game of chess
ElizabethThe car ride home is long and confusing. My fingers still tingle from where Sebastian held my hand before he kissed me. A kiss I hadn’t expected—a kiss that set my entire world on fire.The interview was so reveling. His answers playing over and over in my mind, each one pressing against the walls of my heart. Tonight, I learnt so much about him—his pain, his struggles—but that kiss... That kiss lingers, warm and sweet, leaving me questioning my future plans.When I pull into the driveway, the house looms large, its dark windows staring back at me. This prison I call a home. My stomach twists. The thrill of the evening fades, replaced by the suffocating reminder of where I belong—or rather, where I’m trapped.I kill the engine and sit in the silence for a moment longer, pressing my forehead to the steering wheel. “Get it together,” I whisper, though my hands tremble as I reach for the door handle.I close the door behind me with a soft click, a smile still tugging at my lip
ElizabethI hold Edward close, his little body warm against mine. He’s asleep, his tiny fingers wrapped around mine like he never wants to let go. I don’t want to let go either. I sit on the couch, pulling the blanket tighter around us. The house is quiet, but my thoughts are loud.I couldn’t go to the office today. Not with the bruises on my face and hands. They feel like a mark of shame, even though I know they aren’t my fault. The bruise on my cheek stings if I touch it. My wrist aches where he grabbed me.I’m scared. For the first time in a long time, I feel truly frightened.Not just for myself, but for Edward. How long can I protect him from this?Maybe it’s time to call my father.The thought makes my chest tighten.I haven’t spoken to him in years. The last time I tried, he didn’t even want to talk to me.He’d said I made my choice when I married Christopher, and that was that. If I called him now, he’d probably say, “I told you so.”The doorbell rings, startling me. Edward st
ElizabethThe air feels heavier as I glance at the screen. The name on the display sends a wave of dread washing over me.Christopher.Did he know where I was? Is Christopher watching me?My hand freezes, the phone trembling between my fingers. I don’t know what to do. Should I answer? Should I ignore it? But ignoring him always makes things worse.“It’s Christopher,” I whisper to Sebastian, my voice shaky.“Don’t pick up,” he says firmly, stepping closer. His hand rests lightly on my arm, grounding me.“I have to,” I reply, swallowing hard.“No, you don’t,” he insists, his eyes searching mine. “You don’t owe him anything, Elizabeth. Not after everything he’s done.”“But I do,” I say softly, more to myself than to him. I swipe the screen, pressing the phone to my ear.“Where the fuck are you, Lizzy?” Christopher’s voice is sharp and demanding, slicing through the quiet.My throat tightens, but I manage to keep my voice steady. “I… I took a cab to the park. I needed some air. I needed
ElizabethThe air is warm, and the whispers in the wind carry a gentle melody that wraps around me like a soft embrace.It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since the world stopped spinning so fast.A year of peace, happiness, and love. I take a deep breath, letting the warmth fill my lungs, and I can almost forget the pain that once consumed me.My father finally let me leave, and Sebastian had bought us a beautiful manor.He said it was the last thing Sarah had requested before she vanished.So far, she has kept her word and hasn’t returned. I glance around the garden, where flowers bloom in vibrant colors, a stark contrast to the darkness that once surrounded my life.We finally named our son Michael James Valdez, and Edward is more than happy to have two more siblings.The Bell name is nothing but a bad memory now, a shadow that lingers in the corners of my mind.But as I stand here, reading Christopher’s name out loud, I can still feel the pain and anger just below the surface.
Sebastian“Sarah!” I exclaim, the name escaping my lips like a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “So you came here, the last place I saw you before you pretended to be dead.” My voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of tension. “I did. You’re the only person who knows it, and I knew you would come searching at some point,” she explains, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine.I walk over and sit opposite her, the familiar surroundings of the manor bringing back a flood of memories—some good, some painful. “The last time we were here…” she begins, her voice trailing off as she looks around, lost in thought.“You were cheating on me throughout,” I interject, the bitterness rising in my throat.“I was,” Sarah confirms, her gaze unwavering.“Why?” I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.“I don’t know, Sebastian. I loved Christopher, and I thought you could make me forget him. Turned out I was wrong,” she admits, her voice softening.“You co
SebastianThe sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the ranch as Elizabeth and I sit on the porch. The wooden boards creak softly beneath us, and a gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the nearby trees.I glance at her, taking in the way the light dances in her hair, and I can’t help but feel a sense of peace, even amidst the chaos that has surrounded us.“I don’t think my father will ever let me leave this ranch again,” Elizabeth says, her voice tinged with frustration.“I know I wouldn’t,” I reply, releasing a long sigh.The weight of everything hangs heavy in the air between us. Things are awkward; the last time we were together, I didn’t know I had a son.When I asked her to marry me, she didn’t give me an answer. Everything has been a roller coaster since then—me being kidnapped, ending up shot and in a coma, and then her being kidnapped and almost dying. It’s been a whirlwind, and I can’t shake the feeling that we’re still caught in the storm.“So, I have a so
ElizabethThe dirt is cold beneath me. My body aches, every breath dragging fire through my chest. But I keep moving. I drag myself forward, inch by inch, the rough ground scraping against my skin. Smoke curls through the air ahead, thick and choking. I can see the commotion now—shadows moving, voices raised. I am so close. My lips part to call out, but the effort is too much. My body gives out. Darkness crashes over me like a wave. And then, through the void, I hear him. “Elizabeth!” Sebastian’s voice cuts through the silence. Desperate. Terrified. A weak smile tugs at my lips. He’s here. They all made it. And Sarah… Sarah actually saved them. The voices grow distant, fading like whispers in the wind. Everything gets lighter, quieter, until there is nothing at all. ……..Warmth surrounds me. Softness cradles my aching body. There is no pain here, only a strange sense of peace. Is this heaven? I inhale slowly, my chest rising with ease. The air smells familiar—clean linen, fr
ElizabethShe looks different. Red hair. Green eyes. Lighter somehow, as if the weight of the past has peeled away all parts that were Celeste. But the anger—oh, the anger—is still there. It simmers beneath her skin, sharp and blistering.Sarah tilts her head, lips curling in amusement."Elizabeth, it seems you are a glutton for punishment." Her voice is the same. Cold. Mocking. A phantom from a life I barely remember. I struggle for breath, my ribs screaming with each inhale. "Well, you look different," I rasp between gasps, my body barely holding itself together. Sarah flicks a strand of red hair over her shoulder, eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Yeah… it felt more like me." She shrugs, as if shedding Celeste—the woman she once pretended to be—was as simple as changing clothes. "Her role was done." She turns her gaze to Christopher, her expression shifting into something darker. "Where have you been, my love?" she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I’ve been looking for y
Elizabeth The stars. They spin above me like scattered jewels in the black sky, swirling and shifting, refusing to settle. My head throbs with a sickening pulse, each beat reminding me of the impact. I try to lift my hand to my temple, but the pain is almost too much to bear. My vision is blurry, and I taste metal on my tongue—my blood. Everything hurts. Everything is wrong. I blink rapidly, trying to clear my mind. The wrecked car door hangs open beside me. My body shakes with every breath I take. The world around me is spinning, but I force myself to focus. I need to move. I need to get out of here. Christopher. I twist my neck, forcing my heavy head to turn, and there he is—slumped over the steering wheel, motionless. His chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, but for now, he's still unconscious. Good. I can’t stay here. Not like this. I look around. There’s nothing, just endless darkness around me. But I can’t think about that now. I need to get away. I need to
ElizabethI can see the horror in their eyes. Sebastian. Eric. Detective Adams. They stand frozen, their bodies tense, their hands twitching at their sides as Christopher drags me toward the front door. Detective Adams's gun is steadily pointing at Christopher, but he is frozen in place.Their helplessness is written across their faces, burning into my soul like a scar I will carry forever. Sebastian’s eyes lock onto mine, wide and desperate, pleading for me to hold on, to fight.But I can’t fight. Not with Christopher’s bruising grip digging into my arm, not with his breath hot against my ear as he hisses, one wrong move and your children die. I watch, my breath catching in my throat, as Sebastian reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black card. The same card we all know will leave no trace. His hands tremble as he extends it toward Christopher, his fingers curling tightly around it like he wants to crush it into dust instead. "Take it," Sebastian spits, his voice laced with
ElizabethI see an opening. The front door. It’s right there, just a few steps away. If I run now, I might make it before Christopher gets up. But my children. I can’t leave them. I won’t leave them. My heart pounds, my body screaming for escape, but my mind is already made up. I turn, my feet dragging against the floor as I push myself toward the staircase. I need to get to them. I need to make sure they’re safe. I take the first step, my legs burning, my ribs aching from Christopher’s last blow. But then I hear it—movement. “Elizabeth!” His furious scream echoes through the house, slamming into my back like a physical force. My entire body seizes with terror, but I don’t stop.I can’t stop.I push forward, every step feeling like a mile, every breath like shards of glass in my lungs. I can hear him behind me. Fast. Too fast. I force my legs to move, digging deep into whatever strength I have left. Just a little more. Just a few more steps. But then— BANG!The front door fl
ElizabethThe dining table stands between us. My breath is ragged, my pulse wild. Christopher watches me with a twisted smirk, his dark eyes burning with something cruel. The air in the room is thick, suffocating, pressing against my chest like an iron weight. "Where are you running to, Lizzy?" he asks mockingly, tilting his head like a predator cornering its prey. "I'm not running, Christopher," I say defiantly, my voice steadier than I expect. "Then stop." His tone sharpens into a command. "No, Christopher!" I scream, my hands trembling as I glance around, desperate for anything—a weapon, a way out, anything to put an end to this nightmare. "I will not let you leave my children without a mother. Not because you couldn't do better!" Christopher lets out a low, humorless laugh. His fingers twitch at his sides. "You're a menace to me, Elizabeth," he spits. "I married you to make my life better, to make my legacy stronger. But what did I get?" His voice rises, raw with rage. "You d