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74. Church
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His Beauty Her Beast 76. Bath
Elena's POV The house was too silent. Every footstep I took echoed against the marble floor, bouncing off the high walls like the sound was trying to find its way out. I stood still in the middle of the hallway, wrapped in the faint scent of cedarwood and something faintly metallic—maybe polish, maybe the sharpness of wealth. This was Rowan’s house. My husband’s house. The word felt foreign and heavy, like I’d swallowed something jagged. Husband. I hated that it applied to him and me in the same sentence. My eyes trailed along the hallway, the spotless perfection of it all—paintings aligned with military precision, a long rug stretching endlessly down the corridor, the faint hum of air conditioning whispering through the vents. It wasn’t a home; it was too immaculate, too quiet to be real. I wanted to take a shower. To scrub off everything—the weight of the vows I hadn’t meant, the sting of the ring that still felt too tight around my finger, the scent of church flowers and fa
His Beauty Her Beast 75. Rowan's House
Elena’s POVI don’t know why I’m even going with him.The thought has been circling in my mind since the car door shut and the world outside turned into a blur of city lights. I could still hear the echo of the church, cold and factual, binding me to him with ink and signatures and a vow that meant nothing—at least not to me. Not to him either, I suppose.The road outside was silent, save for the low hum of the engine and the soft jazz playing from the car stereo—something instrumental, polished, emotionless. Just like him.Rowan sat beside me in the driver’s seat, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting casually on the armrest as if this was just another business errand. His face was expressionless, his jaw set, his blue eyes fixed on the road ahead, gleaming faintly under the dim interior light.He hadn’t said much since we left the church. Not that I wanted him to. Every time he opened his mouth, something sharp came out. And I was tired—tired of his control, his arroganc
His Beauty Her Beast 74. Church
Rowan's POVI laid her down on the backseat like she was a cabinet glass I was terrified of breaking. Her body hit the leather with a soft thud and a fresh, ragged sob escaped her throat. She was smaller than she looked across a boardroom table.Smaller than the woman who could organize a wedding, who could stand up to men twice her size and send them scurrying.Smaller in ways that made some part of me, the part that had nothing to do with contracts and land and profit margins, want to fold in and disappear.She was still struggling when I closed the door. Hands scrabbling at the seat belt, at the leather pocket, at anything. Her hair fell across her face in a tangle of blonde and city dust, and when her sleeve rode up I saw the tremor in her wrist, the way her knuckles were white.I slid in beside her, the driver's hum a private, steady rhythm behind my spine, and clicked the lock. Metal clicked and we were shut in—just us, the cab, the city blurring by outside like a smear of water
His Beauty Her Beast 73. Intruder
Elena's POVThe first thing that registered was the sound.Not the quiet hum of the TV, not the muffled laugh track of whatever pointless sitcom Caroline had insisted on watching with my father—it was sharper, uglier. A scream. Then a heavy crash. Then another.My body moved before my brain did, rushing down the stairs two at a time. My bare feet slapped against the wood, my heart pounding against my ribs like it wanted out.But what I saw when I reached the bottom wasn’t just chaos—it was a nightmare that had somehow clawed its way into reality.Caroline, my father, Nate—my Nate—were sprawled on the floor, their faces twisted in panic. Men in black suits pinned them down with effortless brutality, like wolves herding prey. The sound of their struggles, the gasps, the muffled curses, filled the air until it was all I could hear.“ELENA!” Nate’s voice ripped through the madness when his eyes found me. He struggled harder against the man holding him, desperation in every line of his fac
His Beauty Her Beast 72. Some Deep Talks
Elena's POVBy the time I reached home, the weight of the day pressed so heavily on my shoulders that every step I took felt heavier than the last. The bar’s dim lighting and Natalie’s stubborn reassurances had done little to ease the knot in my chest.If anything, the moment I crossed the threshold of my house, the air felt suffocating again—thick, hostile, and heavy with unspoken words that never seemed to die out here.Caroline was perched on the couch like a queen in her throne, legs crossed elegantly, her manicured hand curled around a glass of red wine. My father sat next to her, his posture relaxed, his attention glued to the television. Some reality show was playing, the fake laughter and shallow drama filling the room.The moment Caroline’s gaze flicked toward me, I caught the little smirk playing on her lips. I didn’t even have the energy to roll my eyes, let alone start another argument. My body felt drained, my head pounding from the combination of alcohol and emotional w
His Beauty Her Beast 71. Marry Me
Elena's POVFor a second, I thought I misheard him.The words hung in the air like a blade suspended mid-fall, two sharp syllables that cut through every layer of calm I had tried to gather before walking into this office.Marry me.My breath snagged in my throat. I blinked at him, my lips parting but no sound coming out. My heart skipped, stuttered, then slammed against my ribs so hard it almost hurt.This couldn’t be real. Rowan Blackwood couldn’t have just said that.But then I saw the way he was looking at me—those cold, glacial eyes burning straight into mine, daring me to question him.And that was when the shock gave way to the kind of rage I hadn’t felt in years.“How do you—” My voice cracked, and I had to stop, press my palms flat against his desk to steady myself. I sucked in a breath, my chest heaving as I glared at him. “How do you even dare to think this, Rowan? What do you think of yourself?”The words shot out like bullets, my throat raw with fury.His expression didn’
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