Chef Francois really isn't the first to to think this way. The whole world thought so too.
Aiden was such a candid manipulator. Nobody would believe my story even if I told it because, we acted all lovey dovey on the outside. He was the charming, successful husband who lavished me with expensive gifts and took me on exotic vacations. While I was the beautiful, devoted wife who adored her husband and supported his every endeavor. The picture-perfect couple, always holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes. People often saw our union as a fairytale, But behind close doors and all the facade, we were a ticking time bomb. I was trapped in a cycle of abuse and intimidation. Aiden bore an intent desire to dominate and possess me. He dictated every aspect of my life, from what I wore to who I spoke to. The smiles, the laughter, the romantic gestures, all of it was a carefully crafted illusion. It was designed to conceal the rot that lay at the heart of our relationship. How the hell did I fall for such a wolf? "Others think you're a nice husband". I finally spoke up with a bit of anger in my tone, dropping the spoon on the plate. "I don't wanna ride the bus you're taking, sweetie. Just eat". "Why not?" I asked in a whisper. "What do you think?" He stared fiercely at me. I turned away and stared blankly at the decorations, my mind drifting away for a moment.. The flickering candles, the delicate flower arrangements, and the elegant silverware all blended together in a haze of luxury. I was lost in sea of memories and emotions. The sound of Aiden's harsh voice, the feel of his strong hands on my skin, the suffocating weight of his control. It all came flooding back. For a moment, I was transported to different time and place. One where my panties were stripped away, and the beauty beneath was laid bare in rough opulent sex. "Cait.. Are you okay? Cait..? Cait..? what the hell are you staring at?" I shivered as I snapped back to reality. "Yes, I am...am okay." I stammered. "So, I was asking if you think I'm a nice husband too." "I don't know." "What don't you know?" "I know nothing but your true colors, Aidan". I said in a low and cliche voice. "My true colors?. Is there something you're not telling me, Caitlin?. Something I'm not aware of?" I couldn't even respond, I just stared in a daze. Aiden immediately sent his personal bodyguard away. I shook in fear. What did he want this time around? He suddenly and fiercely pulled down the tiny hook on my dress, stuck his hands beneath and caressed my boobs. He took another step closer and placed his head on my chest, slowly savouring my nipples in his mouth. He kissed my neck slowly and left a love bug on my skin. "It hurts.." "Are you sure that's all you wanna say?" I went silent.. "Don't you wanna feel my body all over yours right now?" He picked me up and sat me on the dinning table, shoving the plates aside. His hands immediately went underneath my gown, slowly removing my underwear. "People might see." I said out of the blue, like a scaredy cat. "And loose their life in the process". Aiden responded almost immediately. "Your nudity is only mine to behold. Your fingers are only meant to lift a spoon and my d**k. Nobody is permitted to hold them." "Was that why you cut off Dominic's?" I asked, my eyes teary. "He deserved what he got. He should know better than touching you and crossing my path." His words were dripping hot with desire. I knew better than to let him have his way. Not again! "You're such a lunatic". I frantically said in a whisper, tears threatening to gush down as i pushed him away. Aiden's expression changed, his eyes narrowed into slits. He gave me a blank, hard look, his hands starting to vibrate again. I knew that look too well. lt was the same look he had given me last night before he… I shuddered at the memory. "Yes, I'm a lunatic. Who loves you so much. I don't want anyone to touch you." I am a human being, not an object! How was that so fucking hard for me to say and also hard for him to understand? I slowly shifted, and came down the dining table, pulling my pants back on. The tension in the air was palpable, and I could feel Aiden's eyes burning with intensity as he glared at me. "I know what you you're thinking. But what's the difference? You belong to me, anyway." He burst out suddenly like he could read my mind. His words cut deep, a painful reminder of the prison I was trapped in. I stared at him for almost a minute in utter bewilderment. Didn't he understand that I was a person with my own thoughts and feelings? Just as we were still locked in a staring game, Chef Francois walked over to Aiden, holding a flat package covered in clothes. "Your gift, sir" she said, handing it over to Aidan. "Get out!" He screamed after collecting the package from her. He paced the room up down for seconds, before he finally calmed. "I know you wouldn't believe me, but I prepared a gift for our anniversary. I initially wanted to take you shopping, but yunno, you ruined it." Seriously? Who really cares about shopping right now? What the essence of buying clothes, when I'll only wear them to his very numerous boring galas, group convo parties and the rest of them..? "Your birthday is coming, Caitlin. I'll hold a grand party for you." "You wouldn't ask me to attend with your guards, would you?" "You can invite your sister to celebrate it with you." Just Sophia? I asked my face fell off.. "And maybe your stepmom and mine too, honey". Aiden added. He pecked my hair, dropped the box before me, and touched my face romanticly. "Chin up." I slowly raised my face to meet his gaze. "I love you." He said and gave a cute smile. Before I could respond with whatever I had wanted to say, Aidan called out to his personal bodyguard. "Keep a close eye on her. Don't let her run around." The big, burly man nodded, his eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity. It's clearer now - I'm a prisoner, trapped in a gilded cage with no escape. This is really all there was to my marriage. Inasmuch as I hated having to feel this way, My husband is a psychopath! ... It can't be helped. Although Aiden hasn't always been like this from the start; we were a normal couple during our courting. We had all the romantic moments. Yeah! He even proposed to me in a very romantic way. But what really changed? I still cannot wrap my head around it.I walked into the hall, looking elegant and ravishing in my red, kinky new gown. That was his gift!Honestly , I purely wished my heart was half as cheerful as the image my dress portrayed.The party was in full swing, the music loud and the lights flashing. But I felt like I was walking through a nightmare, trapped in a world that was not my own.I walked round several tables, feeling like a doll on display, greeting guests. Everyone seemed to be staring at me, judging me."You look stunning." Someone whispered in my ears as he walked past me. I smiled sheepishly, atleast he said it to my face. Much better than side talks."Hi, Madam Helena." I greeted Aidan's stepmom."Hmmmph! So what if you wear such a beautiful dress?. Madam Helena responded in a cold voice, "that still doesn't make you a princess.""Come on over and cut out the steak for me." She ordered.Yeah! She was actually on her supposed act of belittling me, but, I wasn't even feeling it. This was nothing compared to h
With the bathroom door half-open, my breath hitched and caught in my throat. I dared not move, not wanting to betray my position. The seconds stretched into eternity. Aiden's cologne filled the doorway, his presence both commanding and suffocating. "Oh, Aiden, you're here." Sophia threw a crazy rhetorical question out of nowhere. "I came to get my wife." Aiden responded bluntly, paying her no attention. "Okay, I'll just return to the party alone then." She said and squirreled out. As soon as Sophia left, Aiden faced me with a cunny smile playing round his lips. "Didn't expect to see me?" His voice was calm, too calm, sending a shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, my mind racing for a plausible excuse, but none came. "I… I was just…" My words faltered, betraying my fear. He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving mine. "Just what, Caitlin? Hiding from me?" I shook my head, unable to find my voice. "What were you doing here? Everyone's been asking for you." His eyes so
"Where is she?" I heard Aiden scream from his room.I knew better than to keep him waiting, so I hurriedly slipped out of bed and walked past the men by the corridor, into his room. As soon as I reached out supposed matrimonial room, I took in the smell of alcohol.Aiden was seated on the same sofa he had been seated the previous day, and there were four empty bottles on the floor around him. There were three other untouched bottles."I'm here." I whispered, and he looked up at me before giving me a drunk grin.Oh, he was drunk. Maybe this could be a chance to escape this planned sex."You know you're alcohol intolerant." I walked up to him and reached to take the bottles that was in his hand, but he cuddled the bottle tightly."No, I'm not giving this to you.". He shook his head, and looked at my face again. "Come drink with me."I shook my head at his drunken action and took a bottle of alcohol too. I walked over to the other sofa and sat on it, opening the bottle.Yeah. That was a
"Don't talk to much, baby." Aiden rasped and brought my lips back to his. He kissed me again, and then broke the kiss for a few seconds to maneuver me to sit in the perfect position for him. I moaned softly as i sat my ass over his hard, but still clothed d*ck. I placed my hands on his shoulders and quickly leaned in for another kiss. Aiden's hands settled for my ass and squeezed it hard. "Aiden." My lips trembled against his lips and, hearing me moan his name made him harder. "I want to see those f**king tits." He growled and pushed the straps of my gown down my shoulders, his lips kissing all over my face. He trailed kisses down to my neck, just as his hands reached my bra cupped boobs. I threw my head backwards, moaning softly as his tongue grazed the skin of my neck all the way to my shoulders, in a long sensual lick. Aiden glanced down at my bra and a sexy grin flashed. "Blue... befitting for a good girl." Before I could say or do any other thing, Aiden had
The next day, I woke up with a slight headache. My right hand was on my forehead as I fluttered my eyes open.The ceiling of my room came into view first, and I shut my eyes back. Few seconds passed before i opened my eyes again and sat up on the bed.As soon as i sat up, memories of the previous night came rushing into my brain and i gasped. I hurriedly pulled the sheets off my body, falling into a state of panic for the next few seconds.I raked my hair into my hands and shook my head, recalling the words i had said to Aiden, the sounds i had made for him, the way i had whimpered against his body, the sting and pleasure of his hand smacking my ass, and the way i had...."What the hell did I do? Did I...did i squirt?" I could barely believe what i had done but still, as i leaned back unto the headboard and calmed down, a part of me said it was not so bad.I had never felt anything like i felt the previous night, and a silent, small part of me wished i was not drunk while at it. Wi
...The day dragged on in a blur of disjointed thoughts and fleeting moments.I was supposed to be focused on Sophia, on the plan we'd spent hours crafting in whispered conversations and midnight phone calls. But everytime I tried to direct my mind back to it, it slipped, like water through my fingers, right into the thoughts of Aiden.His voice, his smirk, the ghost of his touch still lingering like smoke on my skin.The kind of memories that crawl beneath your ribs and settle there.Yeah, I know. I'm insane.Because, it had been almost impossible to shake the feeling he left behind when he walked out.That invisible grip he had on my psyche.His absence wasn't freeing, it was suffocating. And that fact alone made me furious.I told myself, repeatedly, that I was better off without him. I'd recited it like a mantra, time to time: you don't need him. You're stronger than this.But the truth was, I didn't feel stronger. I felt adrift. Like I was moving through time, without really t
The car ride had been silent.Not the comfortable kind. Not even the angry kind. It was the kind of silence that pulsed, like something alive.Watching. Waiting.I sat still, hands folded tightly in my lap, knuckles bone-white. I didn't dare look at him. I knew he was mad at me for walking out on him.The windows blurred with city lights,but I couldn't focus on anything. Just his presence. Just the way the air in the car felt too thin with him in it.I shouldn't have walked ahead of him back at the apartment. That much was obvious now.He hadn't said anything when I did it - Just followed, quiet. But the moment the car door shut behind me, I felt it.That shift.Like he was letting me sit with the mistake before he decided what to do with it."We'll arrive in seven minutes," he said at last. His voice was low, almost gentle. But every word felt like it carried weight.He didn't look at me. He didn't have to.I swallowed hard, nodding before I realized he couldn't see it. My throat wa
I snatched it up, thumb fumbling against the screen."You alone?" Sophia asked."Yeah, i left" i gave a fast reply.Seconds later, the call came through. I answered on the first ring."Sophia," i whispered, voice barely there."Hey, sis." Her voice was quiet, steady, like she could already hear the shake in mine. "Are you okay?"I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead against my knee where I'd curled into the corner of the bed. "I don't know. It's getting harder."A pause. I could hear her breathing, slow and controlled."He's watching everything. Every move I make, every word I say. It's like I'm… caged. But not even locked in. Just–kept. "You're doing better than you think," she said, calm but not soft. "You made it through tonight. Did he say anything? Did he mention the contacts?"I shook my head, then realized she couldn't see me. "No. He was quiet. Too quiet.""That's not good.""I know." My voice cracked. "I tried to step ahead of him earlier, and he didn't yell. He didn't touc
The morning air felt unusually thick as I returned the office building, the weight of the previous day still lingering in my chest. I had to quickly finished the tasks at hand before Aiden would ask for it.I pressed the button for the elevator, hearing the soft hum of whispers that echoed from the lobby. “… Did you hear? Mr. Gallagher spent hours in his office with Emily yesterday. Alone. I thought they just worked together on the big reports?”“Yeah, but did you hear what he called her?” A second voice whispered. “I swear, he called her Caitlin. I thought her name was Emily?”“Wait, what? Are you sure?”“I heard it too. Something’s up with those two, that’s for sure…”The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped inside, trying to ignore the rising tension in the air. It was hard not to notice the undercurrents of gossip, the shifting glances from people who weren’t even trying to hide their curiosity.As the doors closed, I sighed and leaned against the wall, willing myself to shak
The day had barely begun when I found myself standing at my desk, a stack of files before me. The office buzzed with the usual hum of conversations, clicking keyboards, and ringing phones. But for me, everything felt muted, distant. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened earlier. Aiden’s words had burrowed into my mind, and despite my best efforts to shake them off, they lingered like a shadow over my thoughts.I was determined to push past it. I was stronger now. At least, that’s what I told myself.But that resolve was put to the test the moment I saw Aiden emerge from his office. His sharp suit and imposing presence commanded the room, and everyone seemed to freeze in their tracks as he walked through the floor. I tried to focus on my work, my eyes fixed on the screen, but I could feel his gaze sweeping across the room, his eyes lingering on me for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.And then, I heard his voice."Caitlin." He called out, his tone smooth, too
The morning after, I woke up to an unsettling quiet. The kind of quiet that, for most people, would signify peace. But for me, it was like a raw wound still too tender to touch. My first peaceful night under Dylan's roof had been a relief, a balm to the wounds that Aiden’s presence had left on me. I had expected to wake up feeling safer, more at ease, but instead, the dread still clung to me like a shadow.Dylan had left early for work, but his absence felt comforting, as if he had given me the space I needed to begin reclaiming some semblance of normality. I sat in the living room, sipping my tea, trying to gather the strength to start my day. The phone buzzed on the coffee table, pulling me from my thoughts. It was a text from my work.“Emily, the company expects you to come in today. We’re a bit behind. Hope you’re feeling better. See you soon!”I stared at the message for a long moment, the weight of it sinking in. Going back to the office meant facing the reality of everythin
The drive back to Dylan’s house felt surreal. The air seemed to shimmer with a sense of possibility, but there was still an undercurrent of caution running through me, as if I was unsure whether I could truly trust the peace I felt, or if it was just a fleeting illusion. My hands rested on my lap, and for the first time in ages, I didn’t feel the urge to clutch my body in a defensive posture. I didn’t feel the weight of Aiden’s presence looming behind me, controlling my every move. The physical relief was immense, but the emotional burden was still there, heavy and complex.Dylan glanced at me as we drove, his face drawn, like he was balancing a thousand thoughts, but he didn’t rush me. He didn’t push me for anything more than what I was willing to give. His silence was comforting, as if he was giving me space to breathe, space to think, while also showing that he was there, unwavering in his presence.The road seemed to stretch endlessly before us. The soft hum of the tires on asph
The sun had barely crested the horizon when I awoke, the faint glow of early morning casting long shadows across the room. My head throbbed with the remnants of a restless night, and I felt the familiar ache of exhaustion in my bones. But the events from yesterday played over and over in my mind.Aiden’s betrayal, his anger, the helplessness I’d felt in his presence.I wasn’t sure how long I had been lying there, staring at the ceiling, trying to force myself to wake up from this nightmare. But as the minutes passed, I felt a new determination settle in my chest.Suddenly, the sound of the front doorbell echoed through the house, pulling me from my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat. Was it him? Was Aiden back? Coming to f**k me again?I froze for a moment, listening to the sound of muffled voices outside. But then, a familiar voice rang out, and I knew it wasn’t Aiden."Caitlin?"Dylan.I rushed to the door, my pulse quickening with both relief and anxiety. As I opened it, Dylan stoo
My heart raced in my chest, but I refused to let it show. I had told myself I wouldn't be afraid of him anymore. That I was done hiding. But the reality of it was much more complicated.Aiden’s gaze sliced through the room, sharp and commanding. He had a way of looking at you that made it feel as though he could see straight through you. And right now, I could tell he wasn’t happy to see me. But that was fine. I wasn’t here to please him."You called for me," I said, my voice surprisingly steady for someone who had been running from him for years. The words felt like a challenge as they left my lips, and I didn’t even flinch. I could feel his eyes on me, studying me in a way that made me want to shrink, but I stood firm.Aiden’s lips curled into a tight smile, but there was nothing friendly about it. His eyes darkened with irritation. "Yes, I did," he replied, his voice low and smooth, but there was an edg
The room was quiet after Aiden left, the silence oppressive, heavy like a blanket draped over me. My mind was a storm, still reeling from everything that had happened, the gun, the threats, the violence. Dylan’s arms around me felt like the only steady thing left in my world, but even that didn’t calm the chaos inside me.We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, Dylan holding me, his hands gentle as if afraid I might break. I could feel his heartbeat against my cheek, steady and strong. But it only served as a reminder of how fragile everything had become.Finally, he pulled away slightly, enough to look down at me, his face set in that familiar expression of concern that made my heart twist. "Cait," he said softly, but there was a certain finality in his voice. "I think it's time for you to quit your job."I blinked up at him, stunned. "What?" I asked, my voice hoarse from the crying."
My heart pounded so hard in my chest, I thought it might burst. The gun in Aiden's hand was still pointed at Dylan, and every second that passed felt like a thousand years of agony.I could hear my own voice in my head, begging for some kind of resolution, some way out of this nightmare. But everything seemed out of reach. My mind was spinning, trapped between the man I had once loved and the man who had risked everything to protect me.Aiden's eyes were locked on me, calculating, waiting, daring me to do something, anything, that would prove I was still his, that I still belonged to him.But I didn’t belong to him. I hadn’t belonged to him for a long time. And yet, here we were, teetering on the edge of something that could shatter all of us.The silence stretched, broken only by the rapid beat of my heart and Dylan’s labored breathing. I couldn’t keep looking at Aiden. I couldn’t.But I couldn’t look away either.“You think this is over, Caitlin?” Aiden's voice was quieter now, al
Time seemed to slow, each heartbeat stretching out painfully as I watched the gun's muzzle flash. I heard the deafening sound of the shot, a sharp crack that echoed through the room like a thunderclap.Oh God! Everything went still, except for the frantic thumping of my own pulse in my ears.Dylan pushed me down, shielding me with his body, and I could feel the heat of his skin pressed against mine. His arm was around me, protectively, but it was the desperation in his grip that scared me more than anything.The world tilted on its axis as I tried to comprehend what had just happened.Aiden stood there, the gun still in his hand, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His eyes flickered between Dylan and me, calculating, assessing, waiting for some sort of reaction.Dylan’s breathing was erratic, his hand pressed to his side, where I could already see the red stain spreading across his shirt. The bullet had grazed him, but that didn’t matter right now. What mattered was