All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Adrian POVThe mansion loomed before me, a stark reminder of the previous night’s events. I parked the car and walked towards the imposing front door, my footsteps echoing in the silence. Inside, the house felt empty, devoid of Sarah’s presence. A wave of unease washed over me. I rushed upstairs to her room, my heart pounding in my chest. I knocked on her door, calling her name, but there was no response. A knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.The room was eerily silent, the air thick with unspoken tension. The sight that greeted me was disturbing. Her dress from the gala lay discarded on the floor, a crumpled heap of velvet. Her undergarments, torn and ripped, were scattered nearby, stark reminders of my anger, my violence. The bed sheets were rumpled and stained, a dark, crimson blotch marring the pristine white. My blood ran cold as I stared at the stain. She couldn’t be… The thought echoed in my mind, a confusing mix of guilt and disb

Sarah POV"You need to be my personal whore until the resort project is completed." Adrian’s words echoed in my mind, a constant, sickening reminder of his callous demand. Three days had passed since he uttered those vile words, three days of forced confinement, three days of simmering rage and growing despair. I was trapped, a prisoner in my own gilded cage. He had instructed his security detail to ensure I didn't leave the mansion, and, adding insult to injury, had even hired a personal bodyguard to shadow my every move whenever he was away.How could anyone be so shameless, so utterly disgusting? I thought bitterly, pacing the confines of my room. The humiliation of that night, the brutal violation of my body and my spirit, was a wound that refused to heal. And now, this. This blatant attempt to control every aspect of my life, to reduce me to nothing more than a possession, a plaything. It was unbearable.My anxiety was escalating with each passing hour. My absence from Amario Ent

Sarah POVHis question hung in the air, sharp and unexpected, cutting through the tense silence. It was a question that dredged up a multitude of painful memories, a question I didn’t want to answer. Why was he asking this now? I thought, a wave of bitterness washing over me.He didn’t ask before he assaulted me before he violated me. Why ask now, when the damage was already done?"What’s the point of asking this now?" I retorted, my voice laced with sarcasm. "You didn’t ask before you assaulted me, so why ask now?""Just answer the question," he demanded, his tone hardening. "Was it your first time with me? Were you a virgin before that night?" His eyes bored into me, searching, accusing. He seemed intent on reopening old wounds, on twisting the knife deeper."Yes," I admitted reluctantly, the word heavy with shame and regret. "Yes, I was a virgin before that night."The admission seemed to change something in him. The anger in his eyes softened, replaced by a strange, almost unsettl

Adrian POVI woke the next morning to the soft weight of my wife nestled in my arms. A contented smile, one I couldn’t quite suppress, crept across my lips as I gazed down at Sarah. She was still asleep, her features relaxed and serene, the tension that usually etched her face smoothed away in slumber. She looked…vulnerable. Peaceful. My fingers, almost of their own accord, gently traced the delicate contours of her smooth skin, from the curve of her cheek to the gentle slope of her neck. I marvelled at the exquisite sculpting of her face, the delicate curve of her lashes, the soft swell of her lips.It had become painfully obvious that Sarah, driven by her desperation to save her company, would agree to almost anything. Last night, she had finally acquiesced to my demands, the words “I am ready to be your whore” echoing in my mind, a testament to her desperation, and, if I was honest with myself, a source of a strange, unsettling satisfaction. Her admission of virginity, though it co

Adrian POVIt was late afternoon, the sun beginning its descent, casting long shadows across the city. Around five o’clock, a knock echoed on my office door. "Come in," I called, turning to see Noah enter, his usually jovial face set in a serious, almost disapproving expression."Hey, Noah," I greeted him, trying to keep my tone casual."Hey," he replied, his voice tight. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, his arms crossed. "What’s going on between you and Jessica?" he asked, his voice rising slightly. "I saw you both kissing at the restaurant a few hours ago. Don’t tell me you’re still involved with her.""Well," I said, shrugging nonchalantly, "there’s nothing new about that, is there? I still love Jessica. Sarah…Sarah is just a business arrangement.""I thought you’d closed that chapter when you married Sarah," Noah said, his brow furrowed. "I thought you were trying to…to make things work.""That chapter isn’t closed," I asserted, my voice hardening. "It’s just…o