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CHAPTER 9: "WILL YOU TALK OR I WILL MAKE THEM"
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HIS BRIDE; HIS BED; HIS RULES. CHAPTER 9: "WILL YOU TALK OR I WILL MAKE THEM"
Eva woke with a sharp turn in her stomach.The first thing she felt was heat. The second was movement. A low hum filled her ears. Her eyes opened slowly, blinking against soft light. White ceiling. Leather seat. The faint vibration beneath her body.The plane.Her stomach rolled hard.Eva sucked in a breath and covered her mouth, panic flashing through her. The taste at the back of her throat turned sour. She pushed herself upright too fast, dizziness hitting at once.Roman was there immediately.“Eva,” he said, his voice alert. “What’s wrong?”She pressed a hand to her mouth and shook her head, eyes watering. “I feel sick.”Roman frowned. He looked around quickly, then back at her. “Air sickness,” he said at once. “I should have thought of that.”She leaned forward, swallowing hard. Her body felt weak, her skin clammy. This was not new. She knew this feeling. Morning sickness. Again.But she said nothing.Roman reached for the button above his seat. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t re
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Roman carried Eva into the house himself.He did not let anyone touch her.Her body was light in his arms, too light. Her head rested against his chest, her breathing slow and even. The moment they crossed the doorway, she sighed softly and slipped fully into sleep, like her body had been holding on only until she felt safe.Roman did not speak. He walked straight to the bedroom.The room was dim, quiet, prepared earlier in the day. Fresh sheets. Warm lights. No noise. He lowered her carefully onto the bed, easing her head onto the pillow, making sure the bandage on her forehead was not pressed. He pulled the blanket over her, stopping at her shoulders.She did not stir.Roman stayed standing for a moment, watching her face. In sleep, she looked younger. Softer. The fear lines on her face eased, but the marks remained. Bruises faint under makeup. Lips pale. Hands curled near her chest like she was still guarding herself.His jaw tightened.He removed his jacket and shoes, then lay bes
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Roman held Eva’s hands as they walked out.His grip was firm, warm, steady. He stayed close, his body angled toward her like a shield. The small space behind them felt far away now. Ahead waited cars, guards, and a life he had planned in detail. He had chosen the place for the honeymoon himself. Quiet. Safe. Away from everyone who had ever touched her wrong. He had planned days of rest, soft beds, warm food, silence. He wanted to show her that he could protect her. That nothing would reach her again.“Slow,” he said gently. “I’ve got you.”Eva nodded, but her steps were unsteady. Her head felt light. The floor seemed to tilt. Sounds grew dull around her, like cotton pressed to her ears. Her fingers tightened around his hands.“Roman,” she whispered.He turned to her at once. “What is it?”Her vision blurred. The world spun hard.“I feel” Her words faded.Her knees gave out.Roman caught her as she fell, his arms locking around her body. “Eva!” His voice rose, sharp with fear. He pulle
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The night before the wedding, Evageline was dragged out of the basement.The door opened hard. Hands grabbed her arms. She cried out, pain shooting through her head where the stitches still pulled. The guards did not slow. They hauled her up the stairs, her bare feet scraping the floor. Her body was weak, her stomach empty, her head light. She could barely stand, but they kept pulling.“She has to look decent,” one of them said. “Orders from Roman.”Eva’s heart jumped at the name. Roman. Tomorrow. Death.They pushed her into a bedroom upstairs. Bright lights burned her eyes. A maid rushed in right after, her face tight with fear. The door was locked behind them.“Hurry,” the maid whispered. “We don’t have time.”Eva stood there, shaking, while the maid stripped off her thin clothes. Bruises showed on her arms. The cut on her forehead was still wrapped, the bandage stained. The maid sucked in a breath but said nothing. She wiped Eva down fast, careful near her head. Then she brought ou
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Evageline sat on the cold floor of her locked room in the basement. The walls felt close, pressing in on her. She had not eaten much that day. They brought her food only once, a small plate of bread and water pushed through the door slot. It tasted dry in her mouth. Twice a day, two guards came to bathe her. They dragged her to the small bathroom attached to the room, stripped her clothes off, and scrubbed her skin hard with rough cloths. Water splashed everywhere, cold and stinging.The guards laughed as they worked. Their voices echoed loud in the small space. "Three days left," one said, counting on his fingers. "Then you're done, girl. No more baths for you." The other joined in, his laugh sharp. "Two days? No, three. Tick tock." Evageline kept her eyes down, her body shaking. She felt small and broken. Her arms were thin now, her skin pale from lack of sun. The mocking words hurt more than the cold water. She wanted to scream, but her voice stayed trapped inside.Night came slo
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Eva tried not to make a sound as she hurried down the stairs. Her breath was uneven. Her dress clung to her skin. Her hair was a mess from the night. She pressed her lips together, praying no one saw her leave the room.She reached the entrance of the hallway, she bumped into something, hard,heavy and then she stopped to look up.Matteo stood there.Tall. Cold. Sharp eyes that didn’t blink.Eva froze. Her chest tightened.Matteo looked her up and down slowly, taking in the undone zipper, the swollen lips, the way she held her shoes in her hands. His jaw shifted, almost like he was annoyed she existed.“Where is Roman?” he asked, voice flat.Eva pointed behind her, not trusting her voice. “In the room.” She shutters.She didn’t wait for his reply. She slipped past him and moved fast, almost running. Matteo didn’t follow. He only watched her leave.When she disappeared around the corner, Matteo pushed open the bedroom door.Roman was on the bed, still half-naked, sitting up with his bac
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