All Chapters of SHE CAN'T BE TAMED: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Arla couldn't help but notice Henry's attractive appearance. His sharp features and well-toned muscles, visible under his t-shirt, made him undeniably handsome. She knew that a man like him would surely catch the eye of many women.As she found herself lost in thought, Henry caught her gaze and asked, "Is something wrong?"Arla quickly shook her head.He continued, "You didn't tell me your name last time and just left in a hurry."Realizing her previous behavior might have seemed rude, she apologized, "Oh, I'm so sorry! I was rushing home to take care of something."As their eyes met, Henry gently said, "I'm truly grateful we crossed paths today, Arla." Her face lit up with a warm smile, and she expressed her gratitude once more."What's your name?" Henry inquired, his voice filled with genuine interest."I'm Arla," she replied softly, gracefully tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.A captivating smile spread across Henry's face as he asked, "What does Arla mean?""It means early in

Arla found herself roused from the relentless grasp of a fitful sleep. Wearily rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she reached out to her trusted phone only to find a message from Henry: "Good morning, Sunshine! I hope you got home safe yesterday. Sorry, I couldn't drop you; something came up." A faint smile danced on her lips as she typed back, "Thank you. I made it home safe, and thank you for yesterday."Rising from the bed, she stretched her tired limbs and focused on her appearance. As she freshened up and looked into the mirror, she chose to wear her favorite pair of blue jeans that hugged her curves like a glove. A vibrant red crop top and a simple yet elegant ponytail perfectly complemented her fresh look.The faintest scent of lip gloss filled the air as she gently applied it to her lips, and suddenly, Liam's warning from the previous day echoed through her mind. Realizing she didn't have her husband's number to reach out to him, she left her room to search for Liam. But fate ha

As Arla stepped out of her father's company, she decided to stop by a nearby cafe. Her stomach rumbled, and she figured a quick snack would help calm her nerves after the intense confrontation. She ordered pastries and juice, presenting the credit card Liam had given her to the cashier.A few minutes later, as she was savoring her pastry, a text message from an unknown number lit up her phone screen. Arla's brow furrowed as she read the message: "What the hell are you doing outside the estate?" Her pulse quickened as she realized it was Liam, her husband, texting her.She hastily left the cafe and rushed back to the estate. However, the scene that awaited her was frightening. A young man lay on the ground, beaten and bloodied. Arla's heart raced as she moved further, only to find Liam sitting on a chair in front of the estate, his knuckles bruised and bloodied, and the young man who had opened the gate for her earlier lying battered on the floor.A lump formed in Arla's throat as she

As Arla lay on the cold, hard bed in her makeshift prison, she found it impossible to ignore the looming presence of Liam, who stood just beyond the iron bars. His eyes bore into her, and she knew he was waiting for a reaction, any sign of fear or submission. But Arla refused to give him the satisfaction.Instead, she focused on the dim light filtering into the room, the musty smell of the basement, and the rhythmic drip of water from a nearby pipe. These distractions provided a momentary reprieve from the harsh reality of her situation."You can't keep me here forever," Arla finally said, her voice barely more than a whisper but infused with a steely determination that took Liam by surprise."I can do whatever I want," he replied, his tone a menacing sneer. "I own you; you're mine, Arla," he said again, his voice now dangerous. "And I'll keep you locked up until you learn how to behave within my walls."His words sent shivers down her spine, but Arla's stubbornness resurfaced, and sh

Mia's fingers trembled as she dialed Arla's number, her heart racing in her chest. The phone rang, each tone echoing in the quiet of her room, but there was no answer. Mia felt a surge of desperation as the call went to voicemail. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves before leaving a message."Arla," Mia began, her voice cracking with emotion, "please pick up. I really need you." She paused, fighting back tears as she tried to find the words to express the turmoil she was experiencing. "I'm sorry for calling so late, but I didn't know who else to turn to."As she spoke, Mia paced the room, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. The shadows cast by the flickering candlelight danced across her features, illuminating the worry and fear etched on her face."I know you've got your own life and your own problems to deal with, but I'm really struggling right now," Mia continued, her voice wavering. "I need someone to talk to, someone who understands what I'm going through.