SELENEI sat on the edge of the bed for a moment longer, letting the anger simmer quietly beneath the surface. I wasn’t going to let Adrien get to me. Not anymore. Whatever he threw my way, I would deal with it. But I wouldn’t let it define me.With a shaky breath, I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. My drenched clothes felt suffocating, the weight of them a constant reminder of last night. I peeled them off slowly, my body protesting every movement. The warmth of the bathroom was a small comfort, the steam from the shower already starting to fill the room as I turned the water on.The hot spray hit my skin, and I let out a sigh of relief. It was like washing away the remnants of the night—the rain, the cold, the humiliation. I stood there for a while, letting the water cascade over me, hoping it would take some of the exhaustion with it.But then it hit me—an eerie, bone-deep tiredness that seemed to creep into every part of me. My head began to pound, sharp and piercing, lik
SELENEWhen I opened my eyes, the soft light in the room made me squint. Everything felt hazy, my head pounding faintly, my limbs heavy. For a moment, I didn’t even recognize where I was. Slowly, as my vision cleared, I realized I was in my room, lying on my bed.I tried to sit up, but my body protested, weak and sluggish. My mind scrambled to piece together what had happened. When did I fall asleep? The last thing I remembered was—Adrien.The argument. His cold, unyielding presence. The dizziness that had overwhelmed me. My body shutting down mid-protest. I pressed a hand to my forehead, wincing at the faint ache as the memory returned. He’d grabbed me, and I’d lost consciousness.I exhaled shakily, my gaze sweeping the room. That’s when I noticed it. A drip stand stood by the side of the bed, an IV attached to my arm. I stared at it, bewildered, and then noticed a small tray on the table nearby, lined with medical supplies I didn’t recognize.When did all of this get here?The door
SELENEI set the last plate on the breakfast table, the clink of dishes grounding me. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, but it did nothing to warm the chill in my chest. My eyes darted to the calendar—months had passed since Lucas and I spoke of our engagement. It was supposed to be official by now, announced by my father. Yet, the moment I longed for seemed farther away than ever.I was never meant to exist. My mother, a maid in my father’s household, had a brief affair with him. When she became pregnant, she was cast out—he was already betrothed to my stepmother, Margaret. After my mother died, my father reluctantly took me in. I had a place in his house, but never in his heart.I was the reminder of his weakness.I lived under his roof like a shadow, helping Margaret, caring for my sister Olivia, hoping one day for a scrap of affection. My only solace was the thought that soon, with Lucas, I would have something of my own. A future that didn’t involve being overlooked or remi
SELENEThe morning sun was already high when I arrived at work, but I barely noticed it. My feet dragged across the pavement as I made my way into the community center, the place that usually brought me some peace and comfort. Today, though, the weight of what had happened at home hung over me like a dark cloud, dulling the warmth of everything around me. My heart still ached with the fresh sting of betrayal, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lucas standing there with Olivia, cold and indifferent.I tried to push the memory away, focusing on the task at hand—cleaning the common area and getting everything ready for the day’s activities. But no matter how much I tried to distract myself, the pain lingered, gnawing at the edges of my mind.“Selene, dear, you look a little pale,” Mrs. Wallace, one of the elderly ladies who often came to the center, remarked as I passed by with a tray of tea. Her concern was sweet, but all I could do was force a small smile.“I’m fine, Mrs. Wallace,”
SELENEThe gifts continued the next morning. At first, I thought it was a mistake—That was only the beginning.The next day, there was another gift. This time, a designer handbag—sleek, leather, something I’d only seen in magazines. Then came the shoes, the perfume, the silk scarves. Each day, something new appeared at our door, each more luxurious than the last. My confusion quickly turned to disbelief. Who was sending these gifts? Was this some kind of elaborate prank?My family certainly wasn’t shy about their reactions.Olivia’s eyes nearly popped out of her head the first time she saw the bracelet. She reached out to touch it, her fingers lingering on the delicate chain. "Where did you get this?" she asked, her voice dripping with skepticism."It was left at the door this morning," I replied, shrugging like it was no big deal, though my mind was racing. “I don’t know who it’s from.”Olivia scoffed, her expression twisting into something sharp. "Probably a mistake. No one in their
SELENEThe house was quiet that morning as I scrubbed the kitchen floor, the soapy water stinging my hands, but it was nothing compared to the ache sitting heavy in my chest. I glanced up at the clock, realizing with a sinking feeling that today was the seventh day—the last day of the deadline Margaret and my father had given me. I had to find a husband or be forced to marry Peter Norwood, the man they had chosen for me. The thought alone made my stomach twist.I wiped a strand of hair from my face, trying to focus on my work, but my mind kept drifting to the strange gifts I’d been receiving. They had started arriving a few days ago, one after the other. Flowers, jewellery, dresses… things I’d never dreamt of having. At first, I thought it was a mistake—maybe someone had the wrong address. But no, they were all addressed to me. And no matter how much I tried to figure out who was sending them, I had no answers. I didn’t even know why.A shuffling noise pulled me from my thoughts, and
SELENEThe room felt too small, suffocating even. I stood frozen, my heart hammering in my chest as Adrien’s words echoed in my mind. He’d come for me? What did that even mean? I’d never seen this man before, never heard his name, yet he stood there like he owned the world—and me with it.Margaret was the first to react, of course. She always had something to say. “Excuse me, young man,” she started, her voice dripping with indignation as she placed herself between Adrien and me. “Who exactly do you think you are? And what do you mean you’ve come for her? Selene isn’t going anywhere.”Olivia wasn’t far behind, though her approach was… different. Her sharp blue eyes lit up as she stepped closer to Adrien, her lips curling into a flirtatious smile. “Oh, Margaret, don’t be so rude. We should at least hear him out.” Her gaze swept over him, lingering far too long on his sharp jawline and tailored suit. “I mean, who even are you? You must be someone important.”Adrien didn’t spare either o
SELENEAdrien’s words hit me like a slap. He stood there, so calm and composed, as though this was a simple transaction, a business deal. I couldn’t wrap my head around it.“Well, pack your things,” Adrien said flatly, his voice leaving no room for hesitation. “We’ll be leaving within the hour.”Margaret immediately took a step forward, shaking her head. “You can’t just come in here and say whatever you like. We need to talk to her father, first—he needs to be involved in this!”Adrien didn’t even blink, his gaze unwavering as he glanced at her. “Your husband has no part to play in this,” he said, his tone cold but firm. “We’ll reconvene for the marriage later. For now, I intend to take her home. She’s coming with me.”“Home?” Olivia stepped forward, an eyebrow arched with a mix of disbelief and disdain. “You’ve got some nerve. You think she’s just going to leave like this, without any explanation?”Adrien didn’t answer Olivia’s challenge, his gaze turning back to me. “There’s nothing
SELENEWhen I opened my eyes, the soft light in the room made me squint. Everything felt hazy, my head pounding faintly, my limbs heavy. For a moment, I didn’t even recognize where I was. Slowly, as my vision cleared, I realized I was in my room, lying on my bed.I tried to sit up, but my body protested, weak and sluggish. My mind scrambled to piece together what had happened. When did I fall asleep? The last thing I remembered was—Adrien.The argument. His cold, unyielding presence. The dizziness that had overwhelmed me. My body shutting down mid-protest. I pressed a hand to my forehead, wincing at the faint ache as the memory returned. He’d grabbed me, and I’d lost consciousness.I exhaled shakily, my gaze sweeping the room. That’s when I noticed it. A drip stand stood by the side of the bed, an IV attached to my arm. I stared at it, bewildered, and then noticed a small tray on the table nearby, lined with medical supplies I didn’t recognize.When did all of this get here?The door
SELENEI sat on the edge of the bed for a moment longer, letting the anger simmer quietly beneath the surface. I wasn’t going to let Adrien get to me. Not anymore. Whatever he threw my way, I would deal with it. But I wouldn’t let it define me.With a shaky breath, I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. My drenched clothes felt suffocating, the weight of them a constant reminder of last night. I peeled them off slowly, my body protesting every movement. The warmth of the bathroom was a small comfort, the steam from the shower already starting to fill the room as I turned the water on.The hot spray hit my skin, and I let out a sigh of relief. It was like washing away the remnants of the night—the rain, the cold, the humiliation. I stood there for a while, letting the water cascade over me, hoping it would take some of the exhaustion with it.But then it hit me—an eerie, bone-deep tiredness that seemed to creep into every part of me. My head began to pound, sharp and piercing, lik
SELENEThe chill of the evening air clung to me as I stood frozen on the doorstep, staring at the closed door. My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest and left to shatter on the cold, unwelcoming ground. He really did it. He threw me out. He wasn’t bluffing, wasn’t making an empty threat to scare me into submission. Adrien had made good on his word, and now here I was—locked outside, alone, like a discarded piece of trash.I clenched my arms around myself, the reality sinking in like a sharp blade to my ribs. This was my life now. This was what it meant to be with him. How had I let it come to this?The evening sky above was painted with shades of fading light, a soft pink bleeding into muted gray as the sun dipped further below the horizon. I stared at it, trying to focus on anything other than the heavy ache in my chest. The colors were beautiful, serene even, but they felt like a mockery of my turmoil.Tears pricked at the edges of my eyes, but I swallowed hard, refusin
SELENEThe silence in the car was unbearable, thick with tension so palpable I felt like I was suffocating. I stared out the window, the world outside a blur as I tried to keep myself together. My heart pounded relentlessly, my chest tight with a storm of emotions I couldn’t untangle. Adrien sat beside me, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly I thought it might snap under the pressure. His jaw was clenched, the muscle there ticking in rhythm with his barely restrained fury.I bit down on the inside of my cheek, hard enough to taste blood, willing myself to stay silent. I wanted to speak, to demand an explanation for his behavior, to yell at him for humiliating me in front of everyone, but the knot in my throat was too tight.The tension in the car was stifling, pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t escape. I could feel Adrien’s anger radiating off him, sharp and suffocating, and I hated that it was aimed at me. My chest ached with frustration, with anger of my own,
SELENEThe mirror in front of me reflected someone I barely recognized. My makeup was light, understated, but it did its job of hiding the restlessness that swirled inside me. I pressed my lips together, dabbed on a final touch of gloss, and smoothed the fabric of my dress for what felt like the hundredth time. With a resigned sigh, I grabbed my bag.This was my life now. A performance.When I reached the car park, Adrien was already inside the car, his face lit by the glow of his phone. His expression hardened the moment he looked up and saw me walking toward him. He didn’t even try to mask his irritation. Classic Adrien.I opened the passenger door, slid in, and before I could even settle into my seat, his sharp tone greeted me.“What took you so long?” His voice was low, clipped, and heavy with annoyance. “I gave you thirty minutes. You took almost an hour. I hate waiting.”I exhaled slowly and turned to face him. His perfectly tailored suit, his cool composure—everything about him
SELENEAt had been a few minutes since Adrien walked out yet I still stood frozen in place, staring at the door as if it could give me answers to what had just happened. My skin still burned where his lips had brushed against my neck, and I hated it—hated the way my body had betrayed me.That damn moan.I squeezed my eyes shut, mortified at the memory. A sound I hadn’t even realized I’d made, a sound that had wiped the smug look off Adrien’s face for just a moment before it returned, tenfold.I shook my head, pacing the room as I replayed the scene over and over in my mind. How had I let him get to me like that? Why did my body react in a way that made him think he’d won?“You’re pathetic,” I muttered under my breath, scolding myself. “He must’ve loved that.”The thought of Adrien smirking to himself, reliving the moment I’d lost control, made my stomach turn. I couldn’t let him think he had any power over me—not over my mind and definitely not over my body.But even as I told myself
SELENEThe ride home was quiet, the kind of silence that felt oppressive. I sat stiffly, my hands folded in my lap, staring out the window as the city lights blurred into streaks of gold and white.The depressing thoughts settled in my chest like a heavy weight. I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms as my mind spun in circles. How had it come to this? How had I been roped into a life I didn’t choose?“Selene,” Adrien’s deep voice broke through my thoughts, startling me.I turned my head slightly to look at him. His eyes stayed on the road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting casually on the armrest. He didn’t look at me, but his tone carried an undercurrent of command.“What are you looking at?” he asked, his voice calm but firm.“Nothing,” I said quickly, returning my gaze to the window.He didn’t press further, and I was grateful for that. I wasn’t in the mood for a conversation, least of all with him.“You look beautiful,” he said suddenly, his voice softer
SELENEThe drive to the reception felt endless. The car glided smoothly, but my thoughts were anything but. I stared out the window at the passing scenery, trying to process the events of the day. I was now Adrien’s wife. The words felt foreign, like they belonged to someone else’s life, not mine.Adrien sat beside me, his posture relaxed and confident. He didn’t say much, only glancing at me occasionally. His silence was more suffocating than words could have been.“We’re almost there,” he said, his tone casual, as if we were on our way to a dinner party instead of the reception marking the start of my life sentence.I didn’t respond, my throat too tight to speak. My hands rested in my lap, trembling slightly.The car pulled up to an estate so grand it felt like something out of a dream—or a nightmare. The entrance was lit up, golden lights casting a warm glow over the towering columns and intricately designed doors. The sound of faint chatter and laughter reached my ears even before
SELENE The maids helped me out of the limo, their hands gentle yet firm as though I might collapse at any moment. I felt as if my body were moving on autopilot, my feet touching the ground but not quite connecting. My eyes lifted to the cathedral before me, its towering spires stretching high into the grey morning sky. The cold stone façade looked more like a prison than a place of sanctity, its heavy doors open wide, inviting me into my fate. The weight in my chest doubled. I swallowed hard, trying to steady the trembling in my hands. The air was cool, yet I felt a bead of sweat trail down my back. Each step toward the entrance felt like a step closer to the end of everything I had ever imagined for myself. Inside, the air was thick with a heavy solemnity. Rows upon rows of unfamiliar faces turned toward me, their curious gazes piercing through my carefully constructed mask. Strangers, all of them. Not a single face offered the comfort of recognition. The decorations were stun