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
"What is this place?" I whispered aloud, my voice trembling with disbelief and fear. The noise of traffic hummed in the background, a stark contrast to the silence I had endured for so long. My mind raced, trying to grasp the enormity of my situation. Where was I supposed to begin in this unfamiliar city? I wiped the tears from my face, steeling myself against the overwhelming sense of disorientation. Every passing car seemed like a potential threat, every pedestrian a possible informant. I needed to find safety to find help—but I had no idea where to start. With a shaky breath, I began walking, keeping to the shadows and avoiding eye contact with anyone who passed. The city seemed endless, its streets winding and twisting like a labyrinth. I felt small and vulnerable amidst the towering buildings and bustling crowds. As I walked, I searched for any sign of familiarity—a street name, a landmark, anything that could orient me. But every corner turned revealed more unfamiliar territ
The sight of him walking towards me sent a fresh wave of terror through my body. His smirk was a cruel reminder of everything he'd done to me. Desperation surged within me, and I darted towards Gabriel, hoping for some protection. "Gabriel, help me! Get this madman out of our house!" I pleaded, my voice breaking. But before I could reach him, Gabriel's hand shot out, stopping me mid-air. His grip was firm and stiff. He clenched his teeth, his eyes cold and hard. "Yes, he's leaving," Gabriel said, his voice tight with controlled anger. "But you're leaving with him." I stared at my brother, my mind reeling. "What do you mean?" I asked, confusion and fear blending together. "Why would I go with him? He kept me prisoner! He—" "Cut the crap, Arianna," he snapped, cutting me off. "We know everything. From when you decided to run away and get married to this..." He gestured toward my swollen belly. My heart sank. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Gabriel, you can't be serious. He
As the plane touched down and rolled to a stop, the tension in my body reached a fever pitch. I felt like a prisoner being transported to a new cell, and the man beside me was my warden. He stood up and reached for my hand, his grip firm. “Come, wife,” he said, his voice a dangerous whisper. I followed him out of the plane, my heart pounding in my chest. The night air was cool and filled with the scent of rain, but it did little to calm my nerves. A sleek, black car waited on the tarmac, its windows tinted and intimidating. He opened the door for me, and I hesitated for a moment, the urge to run overwhelming. But his eyes were locked on me, daring me to disobey. With a resigned sigh, I slid into the backseat, and he joined me a moment later. The drive to his mansion was silent. The only sound was the hum of the engine and my own racing thoughts. When we finally arrived, the grandeur of the place was almost suffocating. Tall iron gates swung open to reveal a sprawling estate.
I woke up the next morning with the pale light of dawn seeping through the heavy drapes. Every part of my body ached, but the worst of the pain throbbed between my legs, a cruel reminder of the previous night’s horrors. As I tried to shift on the bed, a wave of nausea swept over me, and I closed my eyes, willing myself to stay calm. The room was eerily silent, the kind of quiet that came after a storm. I was alone, but the presence of his cruelty lingered, a suffocating weight that pressed down on me. I forced myself to sit up, biting back a groan as pain shot through my body. Each movement felt like a battle. Slowly, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, wobbling slightly. The room spun for a moment, but I steadied myself, taking deep breaths. I glanced at the large wedding picture on the wall, my face staring back at me with that forced smile. It felt like a mockery, a reminder of the life I was now trapped in. I made my way to the bathroom, each step a painfu
GRAYSON'S POV I leaned back in my leather chair, gazing out the office window at the bustling cityscape below. The phone felt heavy in my hand, my eyes glued to its screen. My men conducted business in the background, their voices a distant hum as I focused intently on the live feed from my new wife. Florence handed her the phone, and I watched as she clutched it, rushing to the bedroom. This moment was carefully orchestrated; I knew exactly what she would do once she had her phone back. As she unlocked it, a glimmer of hope lit up her eyes. She went straight to her contacts, pausing with her finger hovering over her brother's name, her face a portrait of desperation. I smirked, satisfaction swelling within me. My fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk as I savored her internal struggle, each second dragging out the tension. Just as she was about to press 'call,' I rang her phone. The sudden ring startled her, and I watched the fleeting hope drain from her face as my name, save
GRAYSON I climbed into the car, slamming the door shut with enough force to rattle the windows. Ariana's eyes widened with fear as I jammed the key into the ignition and floored the gas pedal, the tires squealing as we shot forward. Rage surged through my veins, clouding my judgement. Ariana's screams pierced through my anger, her voice barely audible over the roar of the engine. "Slow down!" she shouted, gripping the edge of her seat. "You're going to get us killed!" Her words only fueled my rage. My knuckles whitened on the steering wheel as I tore through the city streets, weaving in and out of traffic with reckless abandon. "Fine! Do whatever you want!" she yelled, her voice cracking with fear. "But if something happens to this thing I'm carrying, it'll be on you. And I'll be just fine." That did it. I slammed on the brakes, the car screeching to a violent halt. Without thinking, I yanked her out of the car, my anger boiling over. "What did you just say?" I snarled, my v
ARIANA I felt him pull out of me abruptly, but the wave of excitement still coursed through my body, leaving me trembling and breathless. I couldn't think straight, couldn't understand why he'd stopped. My body was still riding high, the shivers of pleasure refusing to fade. But as the intensity subsided, reality came crashing back, and I cursed under my breath, cursing myself for what had just happened. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. This wasn't how I ever imagined myself—over the moon, by the man I hated. My body had betrayed me, responding to his rough touch with a pleasure I didn't want to acknowledge. Why had I come so hard? Why? The questions gnawed at me, shame and disgust swirling in my mind. How could I have let this happen? As I struggled to process it all, I felt him turn toward me. My heart raced, but not with the same fervour as before. This time, it was fear and humiliation. I kept my eyes shut tight, refusing to meet his gaze. I couldn’t bear the thought of