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

Suzanne’s heart pounded. Cold panic surged through her veins. Her body trembled, her mind clouded in a haze. The weight of the moment pressed down on her like a suffocating blanket.Charles’s eyes locked onto hers, the malicious glint unmistakable. He approached with slow, deliberate steps. Suzanne’s body instinctively recoiled, but there was nowhere to run. The bedframe dug into her back. The cold sheets beneath her offered no comfort."Do you think you can defy me?" His voice was low, menacing. "You’ve forgotten your place, Suzanne. Let me remind you."She opened her mouth to speak, to fight back, but no words came out.His hand was already at her back, fingers gripping the fabric of her dress. He yanked it down, exposing her skin.“No, please.” Her voice cracked, barely a whisper.He didn’t listen.The belt cut through the air with a sharp snap. Leather met flesh with a sickening crack.Pain exploded across her back.Suzanne gasped, her breath catching.Another lash followed. Then a

Suzanne Smith, no, Mrs. Langford, had once had it all. Wealth, status, a future laid out for her like a red carpet leading straight to an empire. Three years ago, she had walked away from all of it, convinced that love was worth more than power.She had been so sure. So certain that she didn’t need her father’s fortune, not as long as she had Charles. He was supposed to be her prince charming, the man who would love her, protect her, and prove her father wrong. She had imagined a beautiful life by his side, filled with laughter and stolen kisses, a home that felt safe in ways her cold, gilded upbringing never had.But fairytales were just that. Stories. And hers had unraveled into a nightmare.The man she once adored had become a stranger. Then a monster. Behind closed doors, Charles mocked her, belittled her, crushed her under the weight of his disdain. His words cut deeper than knives, sharp-edged insults that carved away at her self-worth until there was barely anything left of the

The air thickened the moment Beatrice Langford stepped into the room.For a fleeting second, Suzanne caught it. The sharp glint of calculation in the older woman’s eyes. Beatrice took in the scene, assessing, measuring, before smoothing her expression into one of exaggerated concern.With practiced ease, she softened, her lips curving into a carefully constructed smile as she stepped toward the bed."Suzanne, darling, you look pale."Her voice was honeyed, her touch light as she placed a perfectly manicured hand on Suzanne’s arm. Almost gentle. Almost sincere.If Suzanne didn’t know better, she might have believed it.But she did know better."You should be resting," Beatrice continued, voice dipped in faux warmth. "Not exerting yourself with unnecessary stress."Suzanne barely blinked, her body stiff under the weight of the performance. She had long since learned to tolerate Beatrice’s brand of manipulation. The way she played the doting mother-in-law when it suited her.This wasn’t c

The car rolled to a stop in the long, grand driveway. Suzanne stared out the window, her fingers tightening around the seatbelt as she took in the sight before her.A line of maids stood at attention, their faces glowing with excitement. The moment they spotted her, they erupted into cheerful shouts.“Welcome back, ma’am!”Her gaze darted to the house, now decorated with bright balloons and flowing ribbons—festive, almost surreal. The air smelled faintly of fresh roses, a scent she hadn’t associated with this place in years.She swallowed. Why does this feel so… off?“Is this real?” she murmured, half to herself.Beside her, Charles opened his mouth to answer, but another voice beat him to it."Of course, it’s real, dear."Beatrice.Suzanne turned to find her mother-in-law stepping forward, her expression the perfect blend of warmth and authority. She reached out, taking Suzanne’s hands in hers, her grip firm.“You deserve nothing less than the best.”Her voice was gentle—too gentle. T

Charles's grip on Suzanne’s waist tightened, dragging her toward the car. She winced, trying to pull away, but his hand was like iron, unyielding. “You’re hurting me, Charles!” she protested, her voice shaking, but he didn’t even look at her. His eyes blazed with rage, and his grip didn’t soften, forcing her to stumble along beside him.He shoved her into the car with such force the door slammed behind her, and without a word, he jumped into the driver's seat. The engine roared to life, and the car shot forward, the tension inside suffocating. Suzanne sat stiffly, her heart hammering in her chest. What was happening? Where was this going?They arrived at the mansion, and without even giving her a moment to breathe, Charles was out of the car. He yanked her wrist again, dragging her toward the house. Suzanne tried to pull back, her voice a whisper now, “Charles, please…” but he didn’t hear her. He dragged her inside, ignoring the startled looks of his mother and sister, who were deep i