Elena's POV
I snapped at the sudden grip around my waist, pulling me backward toward a manly figure. My hand rested on his chest, my breaths coming out in ragged gasps as I thought I had been captured by one of the men trying to break into the mansion.
Just as I slowly lifted my eyes to see who it was, my heart racing, my entire being trembling, I was stunned to find Caspian—my one-night stand and now husband—trapping me in his arms, his body hot from the tension I felt surrounding him.
"I asked you to stay inside, Squishy…" he breathed, his deep, gruff voice sending me reeling back.
A heavy sigh of relief escaped my lips, but that was only for a split second. Staring deeply into his icy blue eyes, which remained fixed on me without a single word, I couldn't help but recall the night before.
His every touch, his words, my loud moans. I wasn't sure why, but I found myself beginning to get drawn to him again. Drawn to my ex-uncle. Drawn to a dangerous person.
I was certain he could kill me right now, and no one would find out, but why did I find peace in his arms? Or rather, why did my heart race for just him?
As I remained lost in my thoughts, my gaze fixed on his, the sudden heavy steps of someone running toward us from behind caught my attention. Before I could react, Caspian's eyes snapped toward the person, and he immediately twirled, switching positions with me.
At that moment, I realized the person running toward us had struck him with something heavy on his back. I was meant to take the hit, but he took it for me.
My eyes swirled with concern and curiosity as I stared at him. “Are you…” I panicked as I was about to ask, but he cut me short before I could utter another word.
"Go wait for me in my study, and no matter what, don't come out until I say so. Is that clear?" he commanded.
Before I could say a single word, he unfurled his arms from around my slender waist and turned sharply to the man who had struck him with a stick. I could see it clearly now.
At this point, I realized he was aware of their break-in. I needed to save myself. Without thinking twice, I spun on my heels and began to run toward the entrance of the house to get myself inside his study, just as he had commanded me.
But just then, a pang of guilt and fear struck me. I halted in my tracks and turned around to where he stood with the four men now facing him.
He was all alone, and I bet they were going to take advantage of that. Biting my lower lip and panicking, I muttered, "It seems like the universe just doesn't want me to leave this place. I need to help."
Instantly, I headed back toward where he was standing. At the sight of me standing closer to him, his brows furrowed in disappointment that I didn't leave as he had commanded.
"You just won't listen to your husband, would you, Squishy?" he grunted, and I shook my head.
"I can't just leave you alone… I don't want anyone dying because of me," I admitted, unaware of my surroundings.
With a swift move, Caspian pushed me out of the way, making me fall to the ground before he threw a punch at one of the men who had tried attacking me from behind.
The others lunged at him, but he fought. He was protecting me. He tried his best to ensure that none of the men got closer to me. Was this what it felt like to be saved?
Soon, one of them tossed his stick to the ground and pulled out a knife. My eyes widened at the sight of it.
"You know, you shouldn't have returned to Maxnight, Caspian. You should have stayed where you were asked to. Now, you'll suffer the consequences of your disobedience."
As the man let out those words, he charged toward Caspian, intent on stabbing him. I wanted to move, to help him, but I just couldn't.
I found myself frozen, stuck to the ground, my heart skipping several beats.
He got so close to Caspian, but just then, Caspian caught a firm grip on his hand and, with the side of his own hand, struck the knife out of the man's grasp.
Squeezing his hand, the man wailed bitterly. At that moment, I found my footing. I sharply stood up and used the opportunity to pull his mask off his face.
The man, seeing that his face had been revealed, instantly pulled his hand from Caspian’s grip and ran away with the other gang members, who were formerly on the ground, writhing in pain.
"Mr. Caspian!" Nathan's voice echoed from behind us as he rushed toward where we stood.
Seeing them leave, he wanted to run after them, but Caspian stopped him. "Don't… let them go and report to whoever sent them," he demanded.
Nathan wanted to protest against Caspian’s sudden command, but just then, Caspian took staggering steps backward, his hand flying to his right side.
Curiously, I took his hand off, only to discover that he had been injured. "You are bleeding." My eyes bulged in shock.
"It's nothing. I…" he sucked in a sharp breath as he tried to lie.
I checked swiftly. "It's not that deep. I can handle this," I stated before urging him into the house.
The second we got to his living room, I helped him sit on the couch while Nathan brought the first aid box.
I tried my best to bandage his wound before it could get infected. Just as I was focused on making sure he was fine, his sudden question halted me in my tracks.
"Were you also sent by them?"
My eyes snapped toward his, my heart racing rapidly. "What?"
He leaned closer, his eyes searching mine intently. "You are here based on their orders, right? Don't lie to me." His deep voice sent thrilling shivers down my spine.
"I wasn't sent by anyone!" I swallowed nervously. "You saw me yourself at the club. I don't know anyone!" I defended myself with a bold look on my face.
He paused briefly, his eyes devoid of humor, still piercing deeply into mine. I could feel my soul leaving my body at that moment. If he sensed me as a threat, there was no doubt he’d kill me instantly.
I was on alert, ready to run if necessary, but just then, he began to laugh as he pulled away from my face.
I flinched countless times at his sudden behavior.
"I'm sorry, but you should have seen your face just now. I was just joking with you, Squishy," he said, reaching out and snatching my chin. "You would never work against me, right? You’d never deceive me."
At the sound of his words, I found myself sweating inwardly—not because of the fight that had just happened, but because of his threats. He was my ex-husband’s uncle. I wasn’t sure if he knew that yet, but one thing I knew was that he wouldn’t be happy knowing I deceived him.
"There’ll be a family dinner tomorrow… I want you to join me. Not as a mere woman but as my wife."
Struck by the sudden threat and now this invitation, I had mixed emotions. Caspian was a dangerous person, someone who could kill without a second thought—and he was also Caleb’s uncle.
I wasn’t sure if I’d be safe attending the dinner party with him. I wasn’t sure what would happen.
But hadn’t he just saved me tonight?
Caspian's POV. Elena held onto me, whispering soft words, but I couldn’t hear them over the ringing in my ears.The doctor cleaned the wound and began stitching me up. I wanted to move, to pull away from the fire in my side, but I forced myself to stay still—for Elena.Minutes passed. Or maybe hours. I couldn’t tell. But finally, the pain started to dull a little. Dr. Keller wrapped the bandage around my waist and pressed down gently.“There,” he said, wiping sweat from his forehead. “The cut wasn’t deep enough to cause internal bleeding. He’s lucky. Very lucky.”Elena let out a loud breath, almost like she’d been holding it this whole time. Her hands were still clutching mine. She looked at me like I had just come back from the dead.“He’ll be okay,” the doctor said, standing up. “He needs rest, and he’ll be sore for a while, but he’ll make it.”As soon as he left the room, Elena broke down again. She leaned forward, burying her face into our joined hands, her body shaking with tear
Caspian's POV. Lying in Elena’s arms, I could feel my blood soaking into her shirt. Warm and sticky. I wanted to speak, but I couldn’t even take a proper breath. My chest burned with every shallow gasp. The knife was still stuck in my side, deep and cruel. It felt like fire tearing through me, spreading wider with every heartbeat.“Elena…” I managed to whisper, but it came out more like a soft cough.She was crying—hard. Her hands were pressed tight against the wound, trying to stop the blood, but it wouldn’t stop. It just kept coming. Her fingers were shaking, her face wet with tears. She looked down at me, her eyes wide and scared.“Shhh… You’re going to be okay, Caspian. You’ll be fine. Nathan is coming, alright?” she said, her voice trembling.I looked at her, and even through the pain, I smiled a little. She was trying so hard to be strong. Her voice shook, her lips quivered, but she still tried to sound calm—for me. That was the kind of woman she was.“You’re the one that nee
Elena's POV"Hello?" I called out, my voice trembling as it echoed into the empty evening. But there was no answer. No figure in the shadows. Nothing to explain the noise.I swallowed hard and tried to shake it off, forcing my feet to move forward. One step, two steps... but on the third step, it happened again—a sound sharper, closer, and more chilling than before.A cold shiver ran down my spine, and I gasped, my pulse pounding like a drum in my ears. This time, I didn’t dare turn around. My instincts screamed at me to keep moving, to get away.I quickened my pace, each step faster than the last. But then I heard it—footsteps. Heavy, deliberate, and far too close. My breath hitched as the sound of them echoed in the quiet, each one like a warning pounding into my ears.I was no longer walking slowly; I was practically running, my heart racing, fear clawing at my chest.The footsteps behind me didn’t stop—they matched my pace, growing louder, heavier, as if whoever or whatever was be
Elena's POV.I had urged Caspian to go to his office while I spoke to my father on phone earlier on. He was still authoritative but at least, he learnt a few lessons. I smiled as I walked over to Caspian's office once I was done with him.I stood outside Caspian’s office door for a moment, trying to calm my racing heart. My hand trembled as I reached for the doorknob. I didn’t knock—I just walked in. The door closed softly behind me with a quiet click.Caspian was standing near his desk, flipping through some papers. The moment he saw me, he paused. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a second, neither of us said anything.I crossed my arms and tilted my head slightly. “Start speaking,” I said, my voice low but firm.He blinked at me, confused. Then he let out a small laugh, like he was trying to play dumb. “What do you mean?” he asked, biting his bottom lip, the way he always did when he was nervous.I didn’t smile. I took a step closer to him, then another. My boots clicked softly ag
Elena's POV.I slowly opened my eyes, blinking at the soft morning light pouring in through the curtains. My hand reached out beside me, searching for warmth… but the bed was empty. Caspian wasn’t there.My heart skipped a beat.I sat up quickly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Where did he go? I was about to get out of bed to look for him when I saw a tall figure standing silently by the window. My breath caught in my throat.It was him. Caspian.He wasn’t moving. He just stood there, staring outside like the world was far away. His shoulders were tense, and his arms were folded across his chest. Something about the way he stood made my chest tighten.Quietly, I got out of bed and padded across the floor. The cold air brushed against my skin, but I ignored it. All I could see was him—lost in thought, not even noticing I was there.I wrapped my arms around him from behind and rested my cheek against his back.He flinched slightly, as if he didn’t expect me.“It’s early,” I whispered,
Caspian's POV.Nathan pulled up in front of the mansion, killing the engine with a strong grip. The car went quiet, but my heart didn’t. It thumped hard in my chest, loud and uneven.My fingers gripped my pants until they turned white. I sat there for a few seconds, staring at the giant house in front of me—my house. But tonight, it felt cold. Dark. Like it didn’t want me back.I let out a deep sigh and leaned back in the seat, resting my head.I didn’t kill him, I told myself for the tenth time that night. I just warned him. That’s all.But no matter how many times I said it, it didn’t make the guilt go away.After a moment, I pushed the door open and stepped out. My shoes crunched against the gravel, the night air brushing against my skin. It was cold, or maybe that was just me.My feet felt heavy as I walked up the steps. I tried to move quietly, like a thief sneaking into his own home.The door creaked as I opened it. The lights were dim inside, and I hoped—prayed—that she was alr