All Chapters of WARMING THE BED OF MY BROTHER-IN-LAW: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I sat at the foot of the bed, staring at the door, my heart hammering in my chest. The sense of powerlessness wrapped me in a smothering blanket, making each breath a little more labored than the previous one. Noah had confined me to this apartment. His twisted form of love turned into prison. My situation was unmistakable—I was trapped, and the man I loved turned stranger, obsessed and unhinged.I heard movement outside the door, and my body naturally straightened. The door creaked, and there he was—Noah. His presence seemed to fill the room, carrying an intoxicating mixture of fear and confusion. I had tried reasoning with him, pleading that he let me go, think about Anne, his wife, and his unborn child, but Noah was beyond reasoning now. Obsessiveness had completely taken over his mind."Christie," he said softly, his voice that unnerving blend of tender and determined. "I brought dinner."I watched as he brought a tray into the room to place upon the small table beside the bed. The

I sat there, pen shaking in my hand, the divorce papers right in front of me, like a sentence of death. My heart was racing in my chest; with every pulsation, it recalled for me that life I was being forced to abandon. The ink on the papers seemed to blur before my eyes and mix with the tears I fought back. This couldn't be happening. It felt like a nightmare, one from which I couldn't wake up. But no matter how hard I had wished it to be some kind of dream, reality stared at me, cold and unforgiving, right in the face.Noah stood over me, looming, as if his presence was a threat in itself, his face a mix of triumph and impatience. It was a side of him I had seen before—the side that would stop at nothing to get what it wanted. And now, what he wanted was my complete and utter submission, my willing participation in the destruction of life as I'd built it with Seth. My poorer, well-beloved man, who did nought but care for me, was to be cast aside like rubbish."Sign it, Christie," Noah

I wobbled into the apartment, my legs like lead, my heart heavy from the events of the night. My mind was racing to a degree, trying to get everything that had happened in order, but sheer exhaustion made thinking impossible. All I wanted to do was fall onto the bed, bury myself under the covers, and somehow, magically, wake up from this nightmare. But instantly, as I crossed the threshold, a cold shiver went down my spine at Noah's presence right behind me.The door clicked shut behind me; the apartment became silent. I wanted to scream, to cry out for help even, but I knew it would just be fruitless. Noah had forever been one up on me, forever in control. My conscious struggles against him, my attempts to form some kind of plan out of the situation, now lay as limp as the wall around my body, allowing hopeless despair to choke me."Christie," Noah's voice carried through the hush like a knife, and my heart jumped. With slow dread, I turned until my gaze landed on him. His eyes were t

The days had blurred into a smothering haze. Every morning, I woke up to the same stark, white walls, the same locked doors, the same overwhelming sense of dread. I moved through my days like a ghost, barely aware of the passage of time. Noah was relentless, always watching, always hovering just out of sight, but I had become adept at avoiding him. I knew his daily patterns, knew when he would leave me alone, and clung to those moments of reprieve like a lifeline. In such silent moments, I could almost fool myself into believing that I was free, somewhere else, someone else.But reality never strayed too far; it lurked in every nook of this mansion. I wasn't alone in the house; there were others—staff who came and went, faceless people who moved through the rooms with the same quiet efficiency. But none of them ever looked at me, not really. They were scrupulous, always scrupulous, avoiding my eyes as if they felt that to acknowledge my existence would somehow make them complicit in my

Despair had settled into my bones, and every day was an eternity. Noah's mansion squeezed me with its walls, letting all hopes out of breath. The letter from Seth had granted me a momentary feeling of purpose, making me feel that perhaps, just perhaps, I could put up with this nightmare until somebody saved me from it. But with every passing day, that hope began to dwindle, replaced by the cold reality that I stood alone in this fight. Alone, but for Martha.Martha was a quiet, unassuming presence in the house. She moved through the mansion like a ghost, performing her duties with a sort of muted efficiency which made her all but invisible to Noah. But she wasn't to me. I could see the look in her eyes—those pitiful, concerned glances. She saw how this imprisonment was getting to me, how Noah's clutches were making me wither away bit by bit. It broke her heart as much as it did mine.At first, I hadn't planned on bringing Martha into my plans. She was just the help, after all. I couldn