Chapter 13

Eliana:

I leaned in to my husband’s touch as he wrapped his arms around me while I stared at myself in the mirror. The bruises on my face made my chest ache as I remembered how coldly he was able to hurt me with no remorse or mercy. But then again, after being locked for God knows how long, being whipped, burned, kicked, and beaten, what else would I have expected, right?

I just didn’t like the fact that Vladimir had to see me in this state when he came back yesterday. Despite not saying much about it, I knew that the subject was still playing in his head, making him regret ever sending me here, or ever agreeing on me coming here. But the arrow has been shot from its bow, there was no turning back from this now. We were going to deal with whatever consequences we were put in front of, and we were going to come out of them as winners.

I was getting ready to leave the room and head to breakfast. Having skipped both lunch and dinner yesterday; I really wasn’t in the mood to face Lorenzo,