As Aiden closed the bedroom door, sealing us inside, the weight of his presence filled the room. His back was turned to me at first, but when he turned around, I saw something dark in his eyes, something unfamiliar and terrifying. “Strip,” he ordered, his voice like ice. I froze, unable to believe what I had just heard. My heart raced as shock coursed through me, but I kept my voice steady. “What?” I asked, barely recognizing the tremor in my own voice. I was shocked, rooted to the spot as the weight of his words sank in. “What?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly, not wanting to believe what I had just heard. “You heard me,” Aiden said, taking a step closer, his eyes narrowing. “Strip.” He stepped closer, his gaze hard, filled with a venomous anger I hadn’t seen before. Aiden’s face twisted into a sneer, and he let out a harsh, bitter laugh. “Why? Why is it so hard for you to do this for your husband? Is it because you only spread your legs for strangers now?” Anger surg
I opened my eyes slowly, my vision blurred by the harsh lights of the room. It took me a moment to realize where I was, and as my surroundings came into focus, I found myself staring at a female doctor leaning over me. Her hands moved methodically, checking my vitals, applying a soothing balm to the bruises marking my skin. My body felt like a distant, hollow vessel. I could barely register the pain anymore, not physically or emotionally. Everything just... was.The doctor’s face was calm, professional, but there was an underlying tension in the way she worked, as if she knew who she was here for. I didn’t even need to ask—this woman had been appointed by Aiden. Just another piece of his control, another person meant to keep me functioning, but not truly alive.My gaze shifted, landing on the figure sitting beside me. It was Aiden’s mother, her eyes red from crying, her hands clutching my limp one. The woman looked devastated, her tears falling silently as she looked at my broken form
The next morning, I woke up to the soft rustling of clothes. Blinking against the morning light, I saw Aiden standing in front of the mirror, buttoning his shirt. His movements were precise, like he was trying to maintain control, even over the smallest details of his life. He didn't turn to look at me, but through the reflection in the mirror, I saw his eyes catch mine as soon as I stirred.For a moment, neither of us said a word. He continued to fix his collar, his expression neutral, but I could feel the tension in the room. He saw me. He saw the pain in my movements as I slowly tried to sit up, my body still aching from yesterday’s injuries. Every muscle protested, every bruise screamed, but I gritted my teeth and pushed myself off the bed.As I made my way toward the bathroom, I could feel his gaze following me, watching every agonizing step. I reached the doorway, my legs shaking beneath me, when suddenly I felt my balance give way. My foot slipped, and I gasped, bracing myself
“You want to be fucked so badly?” he sneered, his words venomous and dripping with accusation.I stared at him, my mouth open in shock. How could he say that? How could he even think it? His words cut deeper than any wound he had ever inflicted on me, shaming my character as if I had done something wrong, as if being polite to others was somehow a crime.“Why don’t you ask your husband, then?” I spat back, the anger boiling inside me, mixing with the frustration and humiliation of it all. “Stop it, Aiden.”But he didn’t. His steps grew quicker, and before I knew it, my back hit the wall. My breath caught in my throat, panic setting in as he closed the distance between us. With one swift movement, he pinned my wrists above my head, ignoring my struggles, ignoring the pain I was in. My body screamed in protest, but it didn’t matter to him.Aiden’s body loomed over mine, his breath hot and heavy as his hands tightened around my wrists, pinning them above my head against the wall. There w
I sat there in the same position, hugging myself tightly on the cold floor, my back leaning against the wall behind me. My body ached with every breath, each bruise a painful reminder of Aiden’s fury. I had dressed in the most comfortable clothes I could find, covering the marks he had left on my skin. The bruises, though fading, still screamed of the violence I had endured. But outwardly, I forced a smile. A smile that had become more of a mask, hiding the torment inside.With that mask firmly in place, I made my way downstairs, pretending like everything was normal. Mrs. Wolf, Aiden’s mother, was already in the kitchen when I arrived, and her eyes widened with worry as she looked me over. She knew. Somehow, she always knew.“Amira, dear,” she whispered, her voice thick with concern as she rushed toward me. She wrapped me in a gentle hug, her arms tender and warm compared to the harshness I had grown used to. “What Aiden did… it was wrong. He… he shouldn’t have hurt you like that.”I
I wandered aimlessly around the house, trying to make sense of everything. The mansion was massive, but it felt like a gilded cage. The security detail posted at every corner made it clear I couldn’t escape, even if I tried. Every exit was guarded, and I felt suffocated by their presence. There was no freedom here—only the illusion of choice. Eventually, I stopped pacing and retreated inside, resigning myself to this twisted reality. It felt like I had accepted my fate, but inside, I was still fighting.Night came, and with it, a chilling silence that enveloped the house. I found myself in the garden, trying to calm my thoughts. The cool breeze provided some relief, and the tea I was sipping was a weak attempt at comfort. But as I sat there, lost in thought, I felt him approach. Aiden. His presence was suffocating. The second he stepped into the garden, I stood up to leave. I didn’t want to be around him—I couldn’t stomach it.But he stopped me. His voice was cold as he spoke. “How lo
The morning light seeped through the windows, casting soft shadows across the room as I opened my eyes. I hadn’t slept much—how could I? Lying beside Aiden felt like sleeping next to a predator, my nerves constantly on edge, waiting for his next move. His possessiveness, his twisted need to control me, to break me, haunted me even in my waking moments. My eyes flicked over to him, still asleep, his arm draped possessively across the bed where I had once been. The sight made my stomach churn.I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could, careful not to disturb him. The air in the room felt suffocating, thick with tension from the night before. My body still ached from his grip, the bruises on my arms a stark reminder of the prison I was trapped in. After quickly showering, I threw on a simple dress, something comfortable to cover the marks he left on me. I had no intention of staying in his room any longer than necessary.The house was eerily quiet in the early morning, and I welcomed th
Tears streaked down my face as I sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the pillow to my chest. The phone call had shattered the fragile composure I had managed to maintain since arriving at this house. Mia’s voice had been soft and concerned on the other end, but it hadn’t masked the tension I felt, knowing that every word I uttered could be overheard. Ryan was still recovering, though not as quickly as I had hoped, and the strain of my situation with Aiden was making it impossible for me to think clearly. My pulse was racing, the weight of the despair overwhelming me, when I suddenly heard a noise downstairs—raised voices.I quickly wiped the tears from my face, standing and making my way to the top of the stairs. As I reached the bottom, I saw him towering over his mother, his expression a twisted mask of fury. She stood trembling, her hands wringing in front of her, and I could see the fear in her eyes. The servants had gathered in the hall, their faces pale and uncertain, as if t
Author pov,At Mia’s Hospital in the US, the air was heavy with a mix of tension and concern. Ryan was lying on a hospital bed, bandages wrapped around his wrists from multiple self-inflicted cuts. His face was pale, but his eyes held a stubborn defiance .In the corridor just outside his room, Mia, Eva, and Daniel stood huddled together, their expressions a blend of anger and worry. Mia had been harsh with Amira recently, and though her anger towards Ryan had initially fueled her outburst, she now realized that Amira was bearing the brunt of everyone’s frustration.“I can’t believe Ryan could be so reckless,” Eva whispered, glancing towards Ryan’s room. “I tried talking some sense into him, but he just kept going on about how much he loves Amira. It’s like he’s lost all sense of reality.”Mia crossed her arms, her brow furrowed. “I know he’s been struggling, but to put Amira through this… It’s not fair. I shouldn’t have taken our frustration out on her.”Daniel rubbed the back of his
The next day, I was at the hospital, busy with my rounds when my phone buzzed. It was Mia, calling me in a tone that dripped with anger.“Amira, what the hell did you do?” she snapped before I could even say hello. Her voice was filled with accusation, and I could almost feel the heat of her frustration through the phone.“What are you talking about, Mia?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “What did I do?”“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Ryan is devastated, Amira. You’ve really hurt him this time,” she said, her words like sharp daggers. “By the way, congratulations on all the likes your post is getting. You and Aiden look so cozy, practically made for each other.”The line went dead before I could say another word. I stood there, frozen for a moment, confusion and panic washing over me. What post? What was Mia talking about? My pulse quickened as I pulled out my phone and opened Instagram.There it was—a post of me and Aiden, arms wrapped tightly around each other, o
The air between us was thick with tension as Aiden closed the door behind him. His eyes burned with a possessive intensity, and before I could even register what was happening, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against him, his grip firm and unyielding. His mouth crashed down onto mine, urgent and demanding, and my immediate instinct was to push him away. I pressed my hands against his chest, clamping my mouth shut, but it only seemed to fuel him more.“Stop it, Aiden,” I managed to say, turning my head to the side to escape his lips. But he was relentless. His hand snaked up to my neck, and he gripped a fistful of my hair, yanking it just enough to bring my face back to him, forcing me to look into his darkened gaze. His voice was low and dangerously soft as he murmured, “I’m showing you that I own you, Amira.”I clenched my lips together, determined not to give him the satisfaction of my compliance. He kissed me again, harder this time, his mouth moving against mine with a hu
As I sat at the dining table, I couldn’t help but notice the tension thickening in the air. Aiden stormed into the mansion wearing his perfectly tailored suit, but his face carried a look of cold fury. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes burned with an unspoken anger. He glanced at me with a scowl before heading upstairs without a word. I watched him disappear down the hall, utterly confused about what had triggered his sudden temper.I turned back to my dinner, but the curiosity gnawed at me. What could have possibly happened to make him so furious? Aiden returned after a few minutes, freshly showered, and looking more composed. He strode down the stairs, his steps purposeful, his hair slightly damp, and his white shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing a hint of his toned chest. His mother, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, instructed the servants to serve him dinner.As he settled at the table across from me, the tension was palpable. He began eating in a calm, almost too measured
L following day at the hospital, I was already feeling the strain of having my personal bodyguard shadowing me everywhere. Every step I took, there he was, a few paces behind, his stern gaze making my every move feel scrutinized. It was as if Aiden’s reach extended beyond the confines of our home, clutching me tightly even here. I desperately needed some space, and my irritation was starting to show.As I was tending to one of the pediatric patients, my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was Eva. I quickly excused myself and stepped out into the hallway, pressing the phone to my ear. “Eva? Is everything okay?”“Amira, I just wanted to check on you. How are you doing?” she asked, her voice carrying a hint of concern. “You’re really working in that hospital in Italy now?”“Yes,” I replied, glancing back at the bodyguard who stood near the corner, pretending not to eavesdrop but clearly listening. “I’m fine, just adjusting to everything here.”“Adjusting?” Eva’s tone became more skeptical.
At dinner, the atmosphere was a blend of tension and a strange sense of belonging I hadn’t quite felt in a while. Aiden’s mother, a warm and elegant woman with a gentle demeanor, was seated across from me. She looked at me with an encouraging smile as she asked, “How was your first day, dear? You must have had quite the challenge working in a new country.”I took a deep breath, setting my fork down. “It was… different,” I admitted, a small smile creeping onto my lips. “But I managed. The language barrier was difficult, but I’m learning.”She nodded, clearly pleased. “I’m proud of you,” she said, her voice soft but sincere. “It takes courage to adapt so quickly.”A rush of pride filled my chest, and I couldn’t help but cast a quick glance at Aiden, who sat at the head of the table, casually eating as if the whole conversation was of little interest to him. He didn’t look up, his focus solely on his meal, and it only made my resolve harden. At least his mother was proud of me, and that
The morning of my first day working at the hospital in Italy, I woke up with a strange mix of eagerness and anxiety. The air in the mansion felt heavy, almost suffocating, as if reminding me that I wasn’t here by choice. I sat at the edge of the bed, pulling on my slippers with a sense of determination. Working at the hospital was my one opportunity to feel some sense of normalcy, even if it came with strings attached.I headed downstairs holding Leo in my hand and handed over to his mom to take care of him. where Aiden was casually seated at the dining table, sipping his coffee as though he didn’t have a care in the world. His presence filled the room in a way that made me feel small and insignificant, even though I wasn’t about to let him see that. Marco, my assigned bodyguard, was already waiting by the door, dressed in a black tuxedo that seemed completely out of place for a hospital.As I picked up my bag, Aiden glanced up at me with that familiar controlling look in his eyes. “Y
I sat on the couch with Leo nestled in my lap, his small body curled up as I ran my fingers through his soft fur. The house felt unusually quiet, save for the occasional ticking of the wall clock. Aiden had just finished getting ready to leave for the hospital, his keys jingling in his hand as he strode toward the door. There was a finality in his movements, like he was already in his own world, where I didn’t matter. And for some reason, that bothered me.I glanced at the clock again and then at Leo, who seemed perfectly content to lie there and bask in the moment. Something inside me stirred—a resolve I wasn’t sure I had before. I couldn’t just sit here every day while my career and life slipped away. I needed to do something, to reclaim a sense of normalcy, of independence.Before I could overthink it, I called out to Aiden, my voice breaking the stillness of the room. “Aiden.”He stopped, halfway out the door, and turned back with a look of mild surprise. I almost never called him
The next morning, I woke to the soft tickle of a small, warm tongue licking my cheek. I opened my eyes to see Leo’s tiny face staring at me, his big brown eyes full of curiosity and affection. He let out a little whine and limped slightly as he moved closer, nudging my hand with his nose. It was as if he was trying to wake me up properly, to start the day together. I reached out and stroked his fur gently, feeling a pang of worry as I noticed the slight limp from the previous day’s accident.“Good morning, little one,” I whispered, lifting him up and kissing the top of his head. His tail wagged weakly, but there was a spark of life in his eyes that made me smile.As I got up, I noticed Aiden stirring on the couch. He sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his neck and wincing in pain. Sleeping on that couch hadn’t done him any favors, and it was evident by the irritated grimace on his face. He caught sight of Leo and me cuddling together, his expression darkening. For a moment, I saw a fl