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He wanted an heir, not a wife. Chapter Twelve: I RAPED MY WIFE
The rain hammered against the windows of Maya's flat, turning the London streets below into blurred streaks of light and shadow. She stood at the window with her third cup of coffee, staring at her phone like it might suddenly ring with news she desperately needed.Two weeks.Elara had been gone for two weeks, and all Maya had was one cryptic text message: ‘I'm safe. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you. I love you.’That was it. Nothing since. No calls. No updates. Just silence.Maya had tried calling Elara's number obsessively for the first three days thirty, forty times a day until it became clear the phone was off permanently. She'd gone to every place they used to go together: the coffee shop near Elara's old flat, the park where they'd studied for exams, the little bookshop Elara loved. Nothing.Her best friend had vanished like smoke.And meanwhile, Adrian bloody Kingsley was plastering his face across every news outlet, playing the concerned husband. Maya had watched his press confe
He wanted an heir, not a wife. Chapter Eleven: The Long Road
Elara POVThe vehicle smelled of stale coffee and rain. Anne drove in perfect quiet, her hands firm on the wheel and her eyes constantly fixed on the road. She hasn't said anything since we left Haven House twenty minutes ago. Hadn't asked my name, hadn't given hers other than what Margaret told me, and hadn't even looked at me in the rearview mirror.I sat in the back seat gripping my suitcase, everything I possessed pressed against my chest like armor, and watched the dark landscape pass by. There are no streetlights out here. No houses. Just vast fields with occasional groups of trees, dark forms against a somewhat less black sky.My phone was still in pieces in the bag. Battery detached from the gadget, SIM card removed. As if taking it down would fix the error I had made.Two minutes. I had been on the phone with Adrian for two minutes.Long enough for him to hear my voice crack. Long enough for his detectives to locate a general area. Long enough to shatter the delicate peace I
He wanted an heir, not a wife. Chapter Ten: One Week Gone
Chapter Ten: One Week GoneElara POVSeven days.I'd been at Haven House for seven days, and I still woke up every morning expecting to be back in the Kingsley mansion. Expecting to hear Mrs. Chen's polite knock, Victoria's cold voice, Adrian's footsteps in the hallway.Instead, I woke to birdsong and the smell of bread baking downstairs.The room was small but mine. The bed was narrow but comfortable. The window overlooked fields that stretched endlessly under gray November skies. No marble. No chandeliers. No portraits of dead Kingsleys watching my every move.Just peace. And silence. And the constant, gnawing fear that it wouldn't last.I sat up slowly, my hand moving automatically to my stomach. Still flat. Still showing no evidence of the life growing inside. But I knew it was there. I felt it in the exhaustion that hit me like a wave every afternoon, in the way certain smells made my stomach turn, in the tenderness of my breasts.My phone sat in the dresser drawer where I'd shov
He wanted an heir, not a wife. Chapter Nine: What I've Done
Adrian's POVI woke to silence.My head felt as if it had been cut open with an axe. Every muscle in my body ached. My mouth tasted like copper and something synthetic. Something is wrong.The afternoon light streamed in through the windows at a steep angle. What time was it?I sat up gradually as the room tilted. I was in the master bedroom. The sheets next to me were wrinkled but chilly. Empty.That's when I noticed it. Green cloth on the floor. Torn. Buttons were strewn throughout the floor like evidence of something I couldn't remember.Elara's dress.Fragments reappeared in flashes. Lunch with the Vales. Serena's grin was too bright and knowing. The beverage had a weird flavor. My eyesight is fuzzy. Leaving the restaurant because I needed to…I had to return home. To Elara.After that, everything went dark. Blank areas where memory should exist.However, the dress had a narrative.My hands were shaking as I stood. I picked up the ripped cloth, feeling the smooth emerald silk on m
He wanted an heir, not a wife. Chapter Eight:
The taxi left me off in front of the bookstore. My fingers were barely able to grasp the bills as I paid with shaking hands. Everything was painful. It was painful to walk. I had trouble breathing. Current pain.Going to Dr. Cross's office felt like climbing a mountain because it was located at the top of a steep staircase. Every movement caused a jolt of pain to course through my body. I was gripping the railing so firmly that my knuckles turned white by the time I made it to the summit, and I was feeling lightheaded.He took me inside quickly, holding my elbow with a light hand. Coffee and ancient books were the scent of the workplace. Secure. Regular. Nothing like the mansion."Sit down. Carefully. That's it." He guided me to the worn leather chair by his desk. "Tell me what happened."I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. How did you say it? How did you tell someone that your husband—"He came home drunk," I finally managed. My voice sounded strange. Flat. Like it belonged to someo
He wanted an heir, not a wife. Chapter Seven: The Violation
I woke to pale morning light filtering through the guest room curtains. For a moment, one blessed, ignorant moment I forgot where I was. Then reality crashed back: the mansion, the pregnancy, the plan to escape.My hand moved instinctively to my stomach. Still flat. Still secret.I checked my phone. 7:15 AM. A text from Maya sent late last night: "Get some sleep. Tomorrow we start planning for real. Love you."And another from Dr. Cross, sent at midnight "Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow at 4 PM. Whatever you're facing, Elara, you don't face it alone."Tomorrow was today. In nine hours, I would sit in his office and hear confirmation of what I already knew. In nine hours, I would take the first real step toward freedom.I just had to survive until then.Breakfast was the usual performance. Victoria sat at the head of the table in a pale gray suit, her pearls catching the light, her eyes scanning the morning papers. She didn't look up when I entered."You're late," she said. "Bre
He wanted an heir, not a wife. Chapter Six: The Breaking Point
I didn't sleep that night. I couldn't. The pregnancy test sat on the nightstand beside me, those two pink lines glowing like an accusation in the darkness. Adrian slept soundly on his side of the bed, his breathing deep and even, unburdened by guilt or second thoughts. What he paid for. The wor
He wanted an heir, not a wife. Chapter Five:
Elara's pov I sat on the cold tile of the bathroom floor, the plastic stick trembling in my hand. Two pink lines.It was the very thing I had prayed for six months ago, believing a child would be the bridge to Adrian’s heart. Now, looking at those lines, all I felt was a cold, paralyzing terror.
He wanted an heir, not a wife. Chapter Four
Elara's pov The gala was a sea of black ties and champagne flutes, but to me, it felt like a firing squad.Adrian’s hand was a heavy weight on the small of my back. He didn't hold me; he steered me. We moved through the ballroom of the Vale estate, a space so gilded it felt like walking inside a g
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