All Chapters of Beneath the Whip: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

JUDY’S POVThe days after the confrontation with Chris were enveloped in a heavy silence. Neither of us made any effort to close the growing rift between us. The farmhouse seemed colder, emptier, mirroring the distance that had formed. I withdrew into myself, focusing on helping my father prepare for his interview.Three days later, a glimmer of hope emerged—my father not only attended the interview but passed with flying colours. The relief on his face was palpable, and for the first time in weeks, I saw him smile with genuine happiness. Knowing he would soon have a stable job gave me a sense of pride and reassurance.Today, as we packed to leave the farm and return home, a new determination took root within me. Folding my clothes into my bag, I realised it was time for change. Once we returned, I would discuss my decision with my parents—I needed to move out of Chris’ house. It was the only way to regain my independence and distance myself from the toxic grip he had on my life.T

CHRIS’ POVSeeing Judy and Jason together at the café was like a dagger to the heart. They sat by the window, their heads leaning close as they chatted and laughed, a lightness in their interaction that I hadn’t seen between us in weeks. Jason, ever so smug, had that air of casual confidence about him, while Judy—Judy looked content, almost happy. My stomach twisted as I watched them. My mind screamed at me to storm in, to demand answers, but I couldn’t bring myself to. Instead, I stayed rooted to the spot, staring through the glass like an outsider looking in.I turned and walked away, each step heavier than the last. Every muscle in my body was tense as I fought the urge to go back and confront her. Having Bertrand with me felt like carrying a weight I couldn’t shrug off. His presence was more than just company; it was a constant undercurrent of judgement. I could see it in the way his eyes shifted between Jason and Judy, his smirk barely concealed, as if silently mocking me. H

CHRIS’ POVJudy occupied my thoughts ever since I confronted her and received nothing but silence. Her refusal to answer infuriated me, and I felt compelled to punish her. How dare she hide things from me? No matter the secret, I was determined to uncover it. Why was she protecting that snake, Jason?As I made my way home, something unusual caught my attention—a faint noise coming from Judy’s room. Her window was slightly open, the muffled sound of voices spilling out. Suspicion clawed at me as I approached quietly.What was going on in there?My hands clenched into fists, knuckles white with anger. Jason was inside with Judy. That alone was enough to ignite the fury burning in my chest, but what truly enraged me was his audacity to come here and meddle in matters that didn’t concern him.How dare he approach her? Why after so many days did he decide to come here and sneak onto my property?I leaned closer to hear, straining to catch their words. Judy’s voice was soft, tinged with emo

JUDY’S POVChris had been keeping an eye on me ever since reluctantly agreeing to let me resume a semblance of normalcy in my life. Initially, I wanted to believe his lingering presence stemmed from guilt or a need to protect me, but as time passed, it became clear that his motives were far more unsettling.No matter where I went—the crowded streets, my favourite café, or a quiet walk in the park—Chris’ looming figure was never far from sight. His intense, watchful eyes followed me like a shadow, growing more oppressive with every passing day.At first, I dismissed it as paranoia, until one afternoon when I spotted him parked across the street from the library. He wasn’t hiding; his gaze was deliberate and unwavering. My heart raced with anger as I realised this wasn’t care—it was control.Seething with frustration, I resolved to confront him. Once back at home, my anger bubbled over. I stormed out of my room, my footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway as I made my way to his study, d

JUDY’S POVAll the anger I had held onto, the frustration that had built up between us, seemed to dissolve the moment Chris' lips met mine. The kiss was unexpected, yet it carried a raw intensity that left me momentarily stunned. Chris wasn’t like this—at least, not with me. His kisses had always been calculated, a show of control, a way to remind me who held the power. But this time, it was different.There was no force, no dominance—just pure, unfiltered emotion. His hands cradled my face with a tenderness I hadn’t experienced from him before, and his lips moved with a deliberate slowness, as if savouring the moment, as if afraid it might slip away. My mind raced, caught between the desire to pull away and the undeniable pull of his touch.“Chris—” I tried to protest, but my voice faltered, lost in the flood of sensations overwhelming me.He silenced me with another kiss, deeper this time, more urgent. His fingers slid from my face to my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel