Chapter 1. Hiding from the Abuser

Agonizing pain ripped through my body, fire searing every vein as tears carved trails down my cheeks. My chest begged him to stop, but Blaine’s face had already morphed into something inhuman—monstrous eyes lit with fury. I folded into myself, arms tightening around my ribs, muffling the sobs that tore free.


“Please... Blaine, stop.” My voice cracked, fragile. “I-I just want to eat. What am I supposed to do? I’m starving, my stomach hurts...” My eyes flicked toward him, desperate for a flicker of mercy. But there was none—only flames in his gaze. Then, without warning, he ripped the leather belt from his waist and slashed it down as though punishing a mortal sin.


“You stupid, worthless bitch! How many times do I have to say it? Don’t eat anything!” His roar rattled the walls, each word savage. “The grand party’s tomorrow night—you’re meant to look flawless! You think stuffing your face will help? Food will make you fat. Useless. Ugly!”


The words dug deeper than the belt’s bite. He shoved me into the counter, the marble cracking into my back. My gaze fell on the feast laid out before me—steak, fries, the forbidden things that had triggered his wrath. He jabbed a finger at the plates, spit flying.


“Look at that! Filth! You can’t gain another ounce, Adeleine! Do you hear me?!”


I bit down hard, hands trembling. “Then what do you want me to do? I’m starving. Look at me—this food won’t make me fat. I’m wasting away!”


That plea only sharpened his rage. He clawed a fistful of my hair, wrenching me down until my face smashed the counter. Pain blazed through me, and I whimpered.


“Please... Blaine, stop. It hurts…”


His breath coiled hot against my ear, words dripping venom. “You don’t get to speak to me like that. I didn’t marry you to think. I married you to obey. To serve. Now clean this up and make sure tomorrow night you’re the most expensive woman in that room.”


The word sank like ice. Expensive. My throat tightened. “W-What do you mean... ‘expensive woman’?”


“You heard me.” His sneer cut like glass. “Tomorrow night, powerful men will be at that party. One of them’s got his eye on you. His name is Chris.”


“What are you saying?” My stomach twisted, dread crawling.


“He offered me twenty thousand dollars.” Blaine’s tone was casual, sickeningly so. “Three nights with you, and the deal’s done.”


My blood froze. “You can’t be serious. I’m your wife! You can’t sell me!”


"Shut your filthy mouth!” His roar split the air, worse than the belt, worse than his fists. “I don’t love you. Never did. We’re married because of your father’s business—don’t expect more.”


Tears burned my eyes. “No...” The whisper clawed past my throat. “No, Blaine. I’ve survived your hell for four years. You can starve me, beat me, break me—but I won’t go to that party. I’m not some whore you can sell.”


His rage twisted. “What did you just say?!” The slap cracked across my face, skull ringing as I staggered. “You’re mine! When I tell you to do something—you’ll do it!”


He clamped his hand around my throat, crushing air from my lungs as he slammed me into the wall. Vision blurred. I gasped for words—then his fist drove into my stomach. I collapsed, breath ripped from me, pain blazing like fire in my gut.


“Stop...” I croaked, body convulsing.


But he wasn’t finished. He smashed a bottle, glass scattering like rain. My heart hammered as he crouched, jagged shard in hand, pressing it against my face.


“You see this?” His voice was a low snarl, heat fanning my cheek. “One twitch, and I’ll carve that pretty face beyond repair.”


Four years of torment—his fists, his starvation, his violations, his mockery. I had never fought back. He was too strong, too untouchable. And I was too broken. But something snapped inside me that night.


My hand darted, trembling, grabbing a shard. Without thought, I drove it into his arm. Blood spilled, and for the first time, Blaine howled.


“You bitch!”


Satisfaction flickered—then died at the look in his eyes. Darkness, murderous. I scrambled to my feet, every bone screaming, and bolted.


I didn’t know where. A month in this neighborhood, and Blaine had never let me out alone. My thoughts blurred. All I knew—I had to escape. His roars chased me, closer and closer.


At the street’s end, a mansion loomed. Stone walls. Chandeliers blazing. Sanctuary or trap—I didn’t care. I ran, crouched under an oak, lungs burning. But his voice drew nearer.


Desperate, I raced to the door. It opened. I slipped inside, shut it quiet, heart slamming.


And crashed into someone. A man’s chest—solid, towering. I looked up, breath caught. Platinum-blond streaked with gray. Eyes—cold, sharp as ice. His face, carved like marble, unreadable but fierce.


“Who the hell are you?” His voice thundered, steady, laced with authority. But beneath it, a flicker of surprise.


“Please... hide me...” I gasped, tears spilling. “Please, I’ll repay you, I swear. He’ll kill me.”


I hadn’t realized my hands clung to his coat until he pried them off, steady, wary. Without a word, he pulled me into another room and shut the door.
“Thank you, I—”


“Don’t speak. Stay here.” His finger silenced me, pressed firm to my lips. His baritone left no room for disobedience.


Relief washed me. For the first time, someone shielded me—even a stranger.


My eyes caught the screen inside—surveillance feeds. On one, Blaine stormed through the front hall. The man walked toward him, calm as stone.


“I’m looking for a woman in a white dress,” Blaine barked, fury straining his voice.


The man crossed his arms, eyes ice-cold. “Two things. One, stepping into my home uninvited is trespassing. Two, you’re in the wrong place.”


“I saw her run in!” Blaine spat.


“Why would I let a stranger into my house?” the man’s tone was steel.


“You calling me a liar?” Blaine snarled.


“Pretty much.” His answer was flat, cutting.


My heart pounded as Blaine crept closer, smugness curling his lips—the same look he wore when he thought he owned me.


“You’ll regret this. Helping her will be your downfall,” he threatened. “She’s not your problem.”


But the man didn’t flinch. His calm was deadly, power in stillness. “Know your place in my house. I told you—no woman entered here.”


Blaine sneered, brushing past. “Then you won’t mind me looking around.”


Before another step, the man drew his gun, steel to Blaine’s forehead.


“One more move, and I’ll paint this floor with your brains,” he said coldly. “I told you—you’re in the wrong place. Walk out. Or die here.”


My hand clamped over my mouth, disbelief coursing.


Who is this man?


Had I traded one monster for another—or had I stumbled into the arms of someone who could finally protect me?