You want a divorce?" Louis’s voice was cold, unreadable. "Yes," I typed on my iPad. "And this time, I won’t beg." For five years, I was nothing more than a ghost in my own marriage. A substitute bride, a deaf and mute wife who meant nothing to him. Louis never looked at me, never touched me. He paraded his mistresses in front of me, making sure I knew my place, nowhere. But I had secrets of my own. I wasn’t deaf. And I wasn’t weak. When I was kidnapped, I expected Louis to come for me. He didn’t. His indifference shattered me, but it also set me free. I made a deal with the devil, a dangerous man who helped me blackmail my own husband. If Louis wouldn’t let me go, I would destroy him. But things spiraled out of control. Now, I’m trapped. Not just between two dangerous men but between my heart and my freedom. Because despite everything… I think I still love him.
Lihat lebih banyakEvelyn’s POVWhat on earth was going on right now?Why was he acting like this?Louis's fingers clamped around my wrist like a vice. I tried to wriggle free, but his grip tightened instead. My heart raced in my chest, thudding so loudly I feared he could hear it. I bit back a wince, eyes flickering with panic.Then Samuel’s voice cut through the tension, calm yet laced with amusement. “Really?” he scoffed.I turned to face him. He looked composed, confident—his posture relaxed, his eyes gleaming with defiance. There was something magnetic about him. He wasn’t the type to be easily intimidated, and oddly enough, I liked that. It felt...safe. For the first time in a long time, someone stood up to Louis—not with violence or aggression, but with steady calm. I must have chosen the right man to play this charade with. He was convincing. Maybe too convincing.“She’s not going anywhere with you!” Louis snapped. His voice cracked the silence like a whip.Samuel didn’t flinch. “Why not?” he sa
Evelyn's POV “Guards! What are you standing there for? Get them—now! Didn’t you see what he just did?” the man bellowed, his voice sharp with rage.The guards lunged toward us without hesitation, and panic punched through my chest like a blow. My heart pounded so loudly I could barely think.But Louis didn’t let go. His grip on my hand tightened, firm and grounding, like an anchor in the middle of chaos. I shouldn’t feel safe with him. Not now. Not after asking for a divorce. And yet… something about the way he held on made me feel protected.He’s been acting strange ever since I mentioned divorce—jealous one moment, kind and protective the next. Was this his way of making me change my mind?I pulled my hand from his, struggling to remember the danger closing in. My fingers trembled as I reached into my purse for my phone—I hadn’t brought my iPad with me.“What are you doing? Why did you let go?” Louis snapped, reaching for me again. His brows were drawn together, eyes wild with conc
Eveyeln's POV His hand slowly crept beneath the bed, and my heart pounded so loudly I thought it might burst out of my chest. I stood there frozen, panic flooding every nerve in my body. What was he looking for? What if he found it my phone? He straightened up, holding something between his fingers. I squeezed my eyes shut, too afraid to face the truth. My breath caught. “I didn’t know you were into this kind of thing,” he murmured. My eyes snapped open, and my stomach dropped. He held up the black lace lingerie the one I wore that night to take that picture. The one I’d sent, then regretted, then deleted, but still hid the evidence for. The lingerie dangled from his fingers like a secret exposed to the sun. My breath stuttered. At least he hadn’t found the phone. I swallowed the lump in my throat and grabbed my iPad from the desk. Put it down. Now. And leave, I typed, showing him the screen. He read it, scoffed, and sat on the edge of my bed like he owned it. “This is my h
Eveyeln's POV "What did you just type?!"His voice was low, but trembling with fury."Don't you remember you're married? You had the audacity to say you had sex with him? How dare you defile me!"He lunged forward before I could react, slamming me into the wall with a force that knocked the breath out of me. Pain shot through my back, but I bit my tongue, refusing to cry out. I tried to push against him, but he was stronger—too strong.His chest was heaving. His nose skimmed down toward mine, then hovered just above my lips. I froze."You're drunk," he muttered, his voice strained, trying to contain the rage shaking through him. "That's why you're spouting this nonsense. We'll talk tomorrow."No, this wasn’t just anger. This was jealousy. Possessiveness. The kind that doesn’t make sense when you’re never truly wanted.We’d been married for a while now, yet never once had he touched me—not like that. I was still a virgin. A virgin wife. That’s what he made me. And somehow, I was still
Evelyn's POV’sI could see the shock in Louis' face, and I admit—I loved it.His brows furrowed, lips parting like he couldn’t quite believe what he just heard. “Nice meeting you. I'm Louis, and who are you, if I may ask?” His voice held that same confusion, like he hadn’t just heard Samuel call me "babe."Samuel didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward, his hand lightly brushing mine. "I'm Samuel, and I'm her boyfriend."Louis blinked rapidly. His jaw clenched, and I saw his gaze flick from Samuel to me and back again. There was hesitation in his eyes, the kind that comes with disbelief and irritation hidden behind a polite smile."Really? So, you mean you know everything about her? And you guys have… hmm..." His words trailed off as a colleague came rushing toward him, whispered something into his ear, and like that, he was gone.Louis turned to us briefly, masking his emotions. "I need to leave. See ya later."I turned to Samuel, smiling slightly, clutching my iPad with both hands. Than
Evelyn’s POVI clutched the phone tightly, my hands trembling as the kidnapper’s voice echoed in my mind."Can you talk?"My stomach twisted into knots. Of course, I can’t talk. Everyone knew that.Yet, he had laughed. "Relax, princess. I was just joking."But was he?There was something unsettling in his eyes, something that felt like a challenge. Like he was waiting for me to prove him wrong. My throat tightened, my breath coming in short, shaky gasps.I forced myself back to reality. The phone—the key to my freedom—was in my hands now. But at what cost?I had agreed to his terms without hesitation, not because I wanted to, but because I had no other choice. I needed a way out of this marriage. I needed leverage over Louis.And now, I had another problem.I had lied.I told Louis I had a boyfriend. And now, he wanted proof.Panic bubbled inside me as I raked my fingers through my hair. What was I thinking? How was I supposed to find a boyfriend now?And why was he still holding onto
Evelyn’s POVLouis’s lips crushed against mine, rough and demanding. His grip on my wrist tightened as he tried to pull me closer, as if he had the right to claim me after everything. My body stiffened, panic surging through me like a wave. My free hand shot up, shoving against his chest, but he barely budged.I had to think fast.My heart pounded as I lifted my knee and slammed it between his legs—hard.Louis let out a strangled groan, his body jerking back as pain overtook him. He stumbled, releasing me, his hands flying to his groin. "You little—"I didn’t wait. I turned and ran.My bare feet slapped against the cold marble floor as I bolted down the hall. My pulse roared in my ears, drowning out everything else. I didn’t look back. I didn’t care if he was coming after me.I reached my bedroom, yanked the door open, and slammed it shut behind me, locking it. My breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as I pressed my back against the door, my fingers trembling against the wood.Bang!Lou
Evelyn’s POVI should have felt relieved. The moment the kidnapper let me go, I should have been desperate to get home, to escape the nightmare I had just endured. But there was no relief. Just a numb weight settling in my chest, like a heavy stone pressing down on me.My wrists still ached from the ropes that had bound them hours ago. I rubbed at the raw skin absently, staring down at my hands. They trembled slightly, though I wasn’t sure if it was from fear, exhaustion, or something else entirely.I glanced at the man in the driver’s seat. His face remained unreadable as he steered the van through the empty streets."You okay?" his voice cut through the silence.I hesitated.Was I?I lifted my iPad, my fingers moving over the screen. I don't know.He let out a quiet breath, his hands tightening around the wheel. "Yeah. Figured."Silence stretched between us again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Just heavy.I let my head rest against the window, watching as the buildings passed by. My
Evelyn's POV “Stop this van! Now!” I typed frantically on my iPad, holding it up for the driver to see. But he ignored me, his eyes locked on the road like I wasn’t even there.Fear gripped my chest. My fingers trembled as I quickly typed again."Please, let me go!"The man beside me glanced at the screen, then smirked. “Shut up,” he muttered, snatching the iPad from my hands and tossing it onto the van floor.Panic shot through me. My only way of communicating—gone.I grabbed his arm, shaking my head desperately, but he shoved me back against the seat.“You really think you can get out of this?” he sneered.Tears welled in my eyes. My heart pounded so hard it hurt.I reached for the van door, my fingers fumbling with the handle. Locked. Of course, it was locked.The driver let out a low, cruel laugh. “She actually thought she could escape,” he said to the man beside me.I turned, my breath coming in fast, shallow gasps.Why is this happening? Who sent them? Was it Louis?Before I co
Evelyn's POV"I want a divorce!"I typed the words quickly on my iPad, holding it up for him to see. As someone who could hear but couldn't speak, my iPad had become my voice—my lifeline.Louis barely glanced at the screen before scoffing, his eyes filled with indifference."You're not serious," he said, his tone dripping with arrogance."I'm damn serious!" I typed again, my hands trembling as I clenched the device. My heart pounded in my chest, anger bubbling inside me.My grip tightened around the crumpled pieces of paper in my other hand—the divorce papers. Five years. Five years of a marriage that never should have happened. I was never supposed to be his wife. I was just a substitute, a stand-in for my sister, who had been betrothed to him since birth.I still remembered my mother’s harsh voice ringing in my ears."You have to marry him, Evelyn. Now that your sister is gone, you must take her place!"My father, who had never seen me as anything more than an illegitimate burden, d...
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