I could visibly see the intense anger rising in his body from his tightly clenched fists, the protruding veins in his thick neck, and his rapidly reddening face.His whole muscular body seemed to tremble and vibrate with unbridled rage at my defiance."You've really done it now. You got yourself into this mess with your smart mouth," he growled out in a low, menacing tone full of quiet threats that sent chills through me..I barely had time to make out his muffled words when he suddenly shot up from his chair with such force it toppled over backward.In an instant, he was on me, grabbing a painfully tight fistful of my long hair and giving a vicious yank that made me cry out.My hands flew up to try on reflexes and pry his painfully clenched fingers off of the handful of my hair he had wrapped around his meaty fist."If you've forgotten who's the goddamn master of this house, I'll have to violently remind you of your proper place beneath me," he snarled in my face, his foul breath hot
Every single time in the past when he had raped me while I was out cold and defenseless, I'd wake up naked, my clothes stripped off, and sprawled across our bed in a tangle of sheets.My whole body was utterly shattered, every muscle aching and bruises already forming.But worst of all was the hollow, empty feeling in my heart - like a piece of my soul had been violently ripped away.Despite the trauma, I just went about my daily routine as if nothing had happened, as if it was just another normal day in my personal hell.I dragged myself to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, scrubbing away at my skin with scorching hot water and a loofah until it was raw and pink.I was trying to wash away the lingering traces of last night from my body, the ghostly sensations of his rough hands groping me and his sweat and bodily fluids.But no amount of scrubbing could erase the memories seared into my mind.Once I was finally clean, I threw on a simple casual outfit, a short brown cotton dr
"Where are you going with that injured foot, lady?" Mr. Blackthorn's gruff tone jolted me back to reality.I swallowed. Hard. Beating myself for harboring such thoughts toward a married man.What if he noticed I was staring at his…Oh lord! My thighs involuntarily robbed together to ease the ache I was feeling at the space between them and then winced slightly due to my injured foot.His eyes scanned over me intently, not missing my pained movements."You're limping badly. You can barely even walk," he observed bluntly, cutting right to the point as usual.I didn't bother with polite pleasantries since the gruff man hadn't offered any himself."I have no serious injuries, just some bruises. I can walk to the main road okay. There, I'll take a taxi to my destination," I replied, unable to wipe the vaguely psychotic-looking smile that had now returned off my face.The thought of Richard's impotence was simply too comical not to grin about."Have a good day, Mr. Blackthorn," I added poli
Mr. Blackthorn remained silent throughout the time I spent pouring out my heart, taking care not to go into too many details.His eyes briefly flicked away from the road to glance at the screen again, taking in the destination.His brow furrowed slightly as he processed the information. "The address is for a women's clinic," he observed.His tone was carefully neutral, but I could sense the curiosity and concern underlying his words.He thought I was going to the hospital to get my foot treated.I expected him to ask directly about the reason for the discrepancy and pry further into my personal affairs. However, his next words exceeded my expectations and showed a level of thoughtfulness I didn't anticipate."You look too young to be left at home alone and take care of your health on your own.”The statement was simple, but it carried a weight of implied meaning that made my throat tighten with unexpected emotion.When he turned to make eye contact with me at the next red light, his e
“You’re bleeding!”I was startled and quickly looked down at my bare thigh.A thin red line marred the pale skin where the delicate flesh had split open. A bead of blood slowly welled up in a vivid color that contrasted against my fair complexion."Oh," I breathed, surprised. "That's an old wound that I thought had healed. I didn't notice it had opened up again!"I leaned forward instinctively, my loose locks of hair tumbling over my shoulders and framing my face like a curtain.The scent of my shampoo intensified, mingling with the car's leather interior and his masculine cologne.It was an intoxicating combination that made my head swim slightly.I was about to reach down and touch the wound when his large hand shot out, firmly but gently grabbing my wrist to stop me.His smooth skin was warm against mine, and the contact sent a jolt of electricity through me yet again.My toes curled and moist pulled between my legs.Oh lord..! Take me, already!"Don't touch it," he commanded in hi
Mr. Blackthorn’s observations made me tense up.Panic coursed through me as I scrambled for a plausible explanation.He hummed questioningly at my delayed response.I knew I had to lie to cover the truth. The real reasons behind my injuries were too dark and too painful to share, especially with someone I barely knew."I sprained my foot when I slipped while cleaning the house yesterday," I began, the lie tasting bitter on my tongue. "The wound you're treating now is from me clumsily falling and landing on the sharp edge of a chair. I may have rubbed it too hard while showering, so it started bleeding again."I tried to inject a self-deprecating note into my words to make the fabrication more believable, forcing a small, embarrassed laugh.His hand, resting high on my thigh, began making slow, soothing circles with his thumb, lightly caressing the soft skin there.The gentle motion was at odds with the intensity of his gaze.I found myself caught between wanting to lean into his touch
"The schedule is pretty packed already," the receptionist said apologetically.My heart sank. Just then, her expression brightened. "Since you're one of Dr. Ross's patients here, we won't let you leave without getting seen."She smiled, typing away at her keyboard."I'm going to put your name down to see the doctor after the last woman here at the moment. It might be a bit of a wait, but we'll make sure you're taken care of today."I exhaled in relief, and my shoulders relaxed slightly. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it," I said earnestly. "You have no idea how much this means to me.""No problem at all, Miss Lawson. We're here to help," Jenna replied cheerfully, gesturing to the waiting area. "Just have a seat and make yourself comfortable. Dr. Ross will call you back as soon as she can."I nodded gratefully and chose an empty chair in the corner, trying to make myself as small and unnoticeable as possible.My leg bounced with nervous energy as I waited, feeling terribly sel
[THIS STORY WILL BE IN THIRD POV GOING FORWARD]*****"You are still a virgin, Miss Emmeline. I'm very sorry."The doctor's words hit Emmeline like a physical blow, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes.Even though she had suspected as much, having it confirmed made it all too real.She covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs."Oh, my dear," Dr. Ross said softly.Emmeline felt her pat her knee gently. "I know this must be very difficult for you. Would you like to talk about it? Sometimes it helps to share our burdens with someone."Emmeline took a shuddering breath, trying to compose herself. The doctor offered her a box of tissues when she eventually lowered her hands.She took one gratefully and dabbed at her eyes."I just... I don't understand. We've been married for six months, but he's never... we've never..." She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. "He always has some excuse. I thought maybe there was something wrong with me, that I w
Brody approached the witness stand. His expression remained serious but composed as he faced the highest-ranking judicial officer in the country.He maintained a respectful distance from Zavian, adjusting his posture to appear confident without seeming arrogant."Chief Justice Blackthorn, how long have you known Emmeline Maine?"Zavian’s broad shoulders relaxed as he settled into his role as witness rather than judge. His hands rested lightly on the polished wooden arms of the chair. "We've known each other for three months. Since she and her husband moved into the neighborhood."His tone remained matter-of-fact, betraying nothing of the complex relationship that had blossomed between them during those months. Brody nodded thoughtfully, taking a few steps to his right. "On November 10th, your wife received a call from Mrs. Kim, asking for help. You went to the Maine residence together. Is that correct?"His question established the timeline with clinical precision, laying groundwork
The words sent a jolt through Emmeline's body. Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of Zavian's name, and she found herself gripping the edge of the table to steady herself.The familiar warmth that always accompanied thoughts of him spread through her chest, mingled now with anxiety about what his appearance might mean for her case and for them.The courtroom erupted in murmurs of surprise and confusion. Spectators exchanged bewildered glances, their whispers creating a rising tide of sound that filled the high-ceilinged room.Reporters in the back row leaned forward with sudden interest, pens poised over notepads, while even the typically stoic court officers looked startled by the announcement."Silence in the court!"The judge's gavel came down sharply.Judge Harrison's face bore the stern expression of someone who wouldn't tolerate disruption, no matter how unexpected the development.The murmurs faded quickly under her commanding presence, though the tension in the air remained
A flicker of a smile crossed Yuna's lips, but it disappeared just as quickly, replaced by her usual mask.The subtle expression might have gone unnoticed by most in the courtroom, but Emmeline caught it. The fleeting glimpse of satisfaction that sent chills through her.The evil woman had gotten exactly what she wanted—an admission that could be twisted to serve her narrative.The realization settled in Emmeline's stomach like a stone as she watched Yuna's manicured fingers adjust her suit with deliberate slowness.There was something almost predatory in the way the prosecutor moved now, like a hunter who had finally spotted a weakness in her prey."Did you hear her scream during the second incident?" Yuna asked, emphasizing each word with precision.Minnie's hands flexed on the table, her frustration boiling over visibly. "Richard was covering her mouth so she couldn't scream and alert the neighborhood like last time," she snapped. "That's what Emmeline told me afterward when I found
The court clerk moved to the projector positioned at the side of the room. With practiced efficiency, he loaded new images that appeared on the large screen mounted on the wall.Gasps rippled through the courtroom as Emmeline's injuries came into stark focus. Several jurors leaned forward, their expressions shifting from judgment to concern as they studied the images.Clinical photographs displayed dark purple bruises blooming across her arms like violent flowers. Angry red marks circled her throat in the unmistakable pattern of fingerprints. Her left eye, swollen nearly shut, stared back at the courtroom in silent testimony."Oh my God," someone whispered from the gallery.Richard's mother's hand flew to her pearls, clutching them like a lifeline. His father's expression remained stonily impassive, though a muscle twitched in his jaw.Brody pointed toward the screen, his posture reflecting the confidence of counsel who knows the evidence is on their side. "This is what Mrs. Maine loo
As Mrs. Winters stepped down from the witness stand, her gaze briefly met Emmeline's.The older woman gave her a small nod, a silent gesture of support that brought unexpected tears to Emmeline's eyes.She blinked them away quickly, not wanting to appear emotional in front of the jury. The men and women who would decide her fate sat in their box, some taking notes, others watching the proceedings with expressions that revealed nothing of their thoughts.Brody turned his attention to the judge. "Your Honor, I'd like to call the second witness, Mrs. Kim Minnie," he announced.Minnie rose from her seat. Unlike Mrs. Winters' cautious movements, she walked with purpose, her bright pink coat standing out vividly against the muted browns and grays that dominated the courtroom's decor.The security officer led her to the stand.When she reached the witness stand, she raised her right hand without prompting, clearly familiar with the procedure. "I, Kim Minnie, swear to tell the truth, the whol
The sharp click-clack of Yuna's heels echoed across the polished courtroom floor like a metronome counting down to execution. Each deliberate step drew Emmeline's attention back to the immediate threat stalking toward her."On January third, when you asked your husband for a divorce, he confronted you about your betrayal." Yuna leaned in slightly. "That's what led you to attack him, isn't it?"Emmeline felt her chest tighten, words caught in her throat like fish bones."Objection!" Brody's chair scraped against the floor as he shot to his feet. "That's a gross mischaracterization of the facts and assumes facts not in evidence. Counsel is leading the witness."The judge's silver-streaked head nodded once decisively. "Sustained. Counselor. Blackthorn, you know better. Rephrase your question without the characterization."A cold smile curved Yuna's perfectly painted lips as she turned her attention back to Emmeline.Her eyes glittered with predatory triumph, reminding Emmeline of a cat t
Emmeline bit her lower lip. She struggled to maintain her composure as all eyes in the courtroom focused on her.The weight of their collective gaze felt physical."No," she said finally firmly despite the storm of emotions churning inside her. "I didn't feel angry. I expected him to refuse."Yuna's lips curled into a sly smile that didn't reach her eyes. She paced slowly in front of the witness stand confidently, unlike Emmeline who could feel herself wilting under the pressure."Have you been faithful to your husband, Mrs. Maine?" Yuna delivered the question with precision, knowing exactly where to cut deepest.The question almost knocked the air out of Emmeline’s lungs. Her hands trembled slightly as she placed them on the polished wood of the witness stand, fingers splaying out as if seeking something solid to anchor her.The courtroom seemed to hold its collective breath, waiting for her answer."Yes," Emmeline replied, though her voice wavered just enough to plant seeds of doubt
The courtroom was packed to the brim when they entered and the air felt heavy with tension. Every whisper, every rustle of paper seemed amplified in the charged atmosphere.Emmeline followed Brody inside. Each step down the center aisle required deliberate concentration as her legs felt heavier than cast iron."Just breathe," Brody murmured, barely audible as they made their way forward. "Remember what we practiced."Emmeline nodded slightly, focusing on placing one foot in front of the other.The weight of dozens of eyes tracking her movement made her skin prickle with discomfort. She felt like an actress who'd forgotten her lines, thrust onto a stage with a hostile audience.In the gallery behind them, Minnie reached for Taehyung's hand as they settled into their seats."Do you think she'll be okay?" Minnie whispered while her eyes never left Emmeline's rigid back.Taehyung squeezed her fingers gently. "She's stronger than she looks."On the left side of the room, Richard's parents o
Emmeline pivoted slowly to see Yuna walking toward them with measured steps, her high heels striking the marble floor with precise clicks.Richard trailed close behind, his expression a carefully constructed mask of innocence that made Emmeline's stomach turn.Yuna's charcoal gray suit spoke of authority and professionalism, her hair pulled back in a severe bun that emphasized the sharp angles of her face. She carried her briefcase like a weapon and her knuckles white around the handle."How can you defend someone like him?" Minnie's voice turned cold. The warmth from moments ago completely vanished.Yuna's eyes narrowed. She stopped before them and her lips curled into something too sharp to be called a smile. "How can you stand beside someone like her?"Minnie's face fell, momentarily stunned by Yuna's sharp words. The two women had once been friends, part of the same social circle, but the current divide between them seemed unbridgeable.Yuna's gaze shifted to Emmeline. "I bet you k