ARIANA I sat at the dining table, absentmindedly stirring my spoon through the bowl of oatmeal in front of me. The sounds of clinking utensils and quiet chatter filled the room, but my mind was elsewhere. Every few minutes, my eyes would dart toward the door, scanning the hallway for any sign of Grayson. But he never appeared.Why was I waiting for him? The question kept gnawing at me, yet I had no answer. Maybe it was because of what he’d said earlier. Maybe I just needed to see him to understand if he really meant it—if he was truly ready to let me go.I chewed on my bottom lip, the taste of breakfast completely lost on me. Across the table, Matthew was happily shovelling food into his mouth, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing inside me. I didn’t know how he could be so carefree, especially after barging into Grayson’s room earlier, like a bull in a china shop."You gonna eat that or just stare at it?" he mumbled through a mouthful of toast, raising an eyebrow as he motioned t
ARIANA I stood frozen for what felt like hours, my mind spinning as I tried to process everything the old woman had just said. My cheek still stung from her slap, but the pain was drowned out by the flood of questions crashing through my thoughts. I straightened up, my fingers trembling as they brushed against my cheek one last time. Then I took a steadying breath, squared my shoulders, and made my way out. As I walked down the corridor towards the foyer, I stopped in my tracks, a sudden thought crashing into me like a wave. The cameras. Grayson had cameras in almost every corner of this house. Could he have seen or heard what just happened earlier? I looked up, scanning the ceiling for the usual glint of the small black cameras that dotted every corner of the mansion. My heart sank.There were none.Why are there no cameras here? I murmured under my breath. My eyes swept the hallway again. It didn’t make sense. Every hallway, every room seemed to have surveillance, yet this o
ARIANA As the car cruised down the city streets, my thoughts were still spinning from everything that had just happened with Florence and the cold indifference in Grayson's one-word response. I stared out the window, trying to shake off the lingering tension. Matt was rambling on about something—probably another joke about shopping—but I barely registered his words.When the car finally came to a stop, I glanced up, my heart skipping a beat. We had parked in front of a massive shopping mall. At first glance, it was just another sprawling complex of glass and steel, but as I looked closer, a strange sense of familiarity washed over me. The design, the layout, and even the tall glass windows shimmering under the morning sun—it all reminded me of a mall back in my hometown. The one I went to before everything changed.I blinked, trying to push the unsettling feeling aside. This was just a coincidence. There was no way it could be the same. Yet, the nagging thought refused to leave as I
ARIANA My name is Ariana Winslow, and I am 23 years old. I live with my three brothers, Matthew, Ethan, and Gabriel. Our dad passed away in a car accident while rushing to the hospital from work to see my mother, who was about to give birth to me. My mother was determined not to give birth before my dad arrived. Because of the complications, the doctors had to perform a c-section to deliver me. The next day, when my mother received the news of her husband's death, she left the hospital and has been missing ever since. No one knows where she went. This is a brief story that my brothers have shared with me. Now, let me give you some insight into how I was raised by my brothers. My brothers became my pillars of support from a young age. They were just teenagers when our father passed away, but they stepped up and took on the responsibility of raising me. Even though they had no idea of how to raise a newborn, especially a girl, they raised me. They became my protectors, my role mode
I froze, my mind racing to comprehend the situation. Who was this man, and why did he think I was someone named Skyler? The cold demeanor in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine, and I instinctively took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. "I-I'm not Skyler," I insisted, my voice trembling with fear. "You've got the wrong person." But the man didn't seem convinced. His eyes narrowed as he took a step closer, his presence looming over me like a dark cloud. "Where were you hiding all this time," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I've been searching for you everywhere. And now that I've found you, you're not getting away again." Panic surged through me as I realized the gravity of the situation. Whoever this man was, he was convinced that I was someone named Skyler, and he seemed determined to confront them, or me, whoever he believed me to be. "I swear, I don't know who you're talking about," I pleaded, desperation creeping into my voice. "Please, just let me go." B
Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I wanted to scream, to lash out, but fear and shock paralyzed me. The room felt suffocating, the walls closing in as his sneer deepened. He seemed to take pleasure in my silence, a twisted satisfaction flickering in his eyes. "Answer me,wife," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "Do you understand now?" I swallowed hard, the taste of blood still fresh on my tongue. Slowly, I nodded, knowing it was the response he wanted. Defiance would only bring more pain, and I couldn't afford that right now. Not when every part of me ached with the need to survive. Suddenly, a noise like a gunshot rang out from outside, startling us both. His grip loosened slightly as his attention was momentarily diverted. Seizing the opportunity, I pulled away and stumbled towards the door. My heart pounded as I fumbled with the handle, desperation fueling my every movement. "Get back here!" he bellowed, but I was already out, sprinting down the dimly hallway. M
My heart pounded with such ferocity. It felt like it might burst from my chest. Bound and gagged, every breath was a struggle, every thought a desperate cry for freedom. He took a step back, his eyes raking over me with a mixture of possessiveness and malice. I could feel his gaze lingering on my restrained form. He turned away, moving towards the table of instruments. The sound of his footsteps echoed ominously in the confined space, each step a prelude to the torment that awaited. I pulled at my restraints, the cuffs digging painfully into my wrists, but they held fast. Panic surged through me, my mind racing for a way out, a way to escape this nightmare. "Ah, this should do nicely," he murmured, lifting a flogger from the table. He tested its weight, swinging it experimentally through the air. The leather tails made a soft, menacing sound as they cut through the silence. He turned back to me, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Now, wife," he said, his voice a dark whisper, "it's
She nodded slowly, her eyes filled with sympathy. "Yes, you've been unconscious for five months. We had to keep you sedated to ensure the baby's safety. The man you refer to as 'him', I mean your husband, wanted it that way." My heart sank at her words. Five months of my life gone, and lost to a nightmare I couldn't escape. The room seemed to spin as I struggled to process the enormity of what she'd said. I was pregnant with his child and had been kept in a drug-induced sleep for months. I tried to gather my thoughts, but the horror of my situation made it nearly impossible. "Why? Why would he do this?" My voice was barely a whisper, trembling with fear and confusion. The nurse hesitated, glancing towards the door as if she expected him to walk in at any moment. "He... he said he wanted a family," she replied, her voice low. "He wanted to make sure you couldn't run away or resist him. This was his way of controlling you completely." A sob escaped my lips, the reality of my situat