All Chapters of The Heiress Escape: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Suzanne’s heart raced as she felt a wave of cold panic surge through her. Her body trembled, but her mind was in a haze. The weight of the situation pressed down on her like a suffocating blanket.Charles’s eyes locked onto hers, the malicious glint in them clear. He approached her with slow, deliberate steps, and Suzanne’s body instinctively recoiled, but she had nowhere to retreat. The bedframe pressed into her back, the coldness of the sheets beneath her offering no comfort."Do you think you can defy me?" he asked, his voice low, menacing. "You’ve forgotten your place, Suzanne. Let me remind you."She opened her mouth to speak, to fight back with whatever strength she had left, but her words caught in her throat. His hand was already at her back, pulling the fabric of her dress down, exposing her skin.“No, please,” she whispered, her voice cracking. The plea hung in the air, weak and desperate, but Charles didn’t listen. With a swift movement, he raised his belt, the leather col

Suzanne Smith, now Mrs. Langford, had once had it all—wealth, status, and a future mapped out as the heiress to a powerful dynasty. Three years ago, she made the decision to walk away from her father. She had convinced herself that Charles was everything she needed. He was her prince charming, the man who would provide the love and security her father’s empire never gave her. She had been so sure that he was the one, that she would never need another penny from her father again, as long as Charles had it all. But after they married, Suzanne quickly realized how wrong she had been.The man she thought was her savior had turned into her captor. Charles mocked her in private, humiliated her in front of others, and made her feel small every single day. She had once been the darling of society, the perfect picture of wealth and beauty. But now, she was a joke—people whispered about her inability to give Charles the one thing he wanted: a child. Rumors spread like wildfire. They said she ha

As Beatrice stepped into the room, her face immediately shifted from the sharp, calculated expression she had worn moments before into one of exaggerated concern. She approached Suzanne’s bed with an air of false tenderness, placing a hand delicately on her arm. "Suzanne, darling, you look pale," she said, her voice dripping with feigned worry. "What happened? You should be resting."Suzanne didn’t even flinch at the touch, having long learned to block out the hollow sympathy Beatrice always offered. The nurse had already checked on her, but Beatrice would never pass up an opportunity to stage her drama.Before Suzanne could respond, Beatrice’s sharp eyes flicked toward Liam, who was standing off to the side, silent and observing. She gave him a quick glance, as if assessing whether his presence was even appropriate. But instead of confronting him directly, she turned back to Suzanne, drawing attention away from the tension."We’ve been waiting until the function was over before we co

When they pulled into the driveway, Suzanne was taken aback by the sight that greeted her. The maids stood in a line, beaming, shouting "Welcome back!" The house was filled with bright balloons and ribbons, an unexpected, almost festive display. It felt surreal, almost as if the entire world had decided to be on her side."Is this real?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.Before Charles could answer, her mother-in-law, Beatrice, stepped forward with a warm smile. "Of course, it's real," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You deserve nothing less than the best."The maids eagerly gathered their bags and carried them to the room as Charles helped Suzanne inside. He guided her gently to the bed, making sure she was comfortable before sitting beside her. He looked at her, his eyes soft."I know the doctor said you need to rest," he began, his voice steady but sincere, "but I want to take you out for dinner. At least to celebrate this blessing. We need to mark this mome

Charles's grip on her hand was tight, his anger palpable as he dragged Suzanne toward the car. She tried to pull away, her voice shaking as she said, "You're hurting me, Charles!" But he didn’t listen. His eyes were burning with fury, and his hold only tightened, making her wince with every step.Without a word, he shoved her into the car, slamming the door shut before walking around to the driver's side. The engine roared to life, and the car sped off, the tension thick in the air between them. Suzanne sat stiffly, her heart pounding in her chest, knowing that things were spiraling out of control.When they finally arrived at the mansion, Charles didn’t give her a chance to breathe. He got out of the car, marched around to her side, and grabbed her wrist again, his grip firm and unyielding. She tried to resist, but his anger was unstoppable. He dragged her inside, ignoring the startled looks of his mother and sister, who were deep in conversation in the living room.Anna rushed over