Chapter 4: Postpartum Psychosis

CHELLEY

I thought Alec Kensington’s torment will end with him walking out of the detention center after wrecking my entire world. I thought I’d go back to sell the remaining thing I had left, which is my father’s estate and start all over again… but…

Just as I walked out of the women’s detention center, the bright sunlight shone on my eyes, so blinding; I haven’t seen or felt the sun for a whole week, I breathed in the fresh breeze not the stench of the prison.

But it was all cut short as a strong arm grabbed me from behind and suffocated me with a pungent substance in an handkerchief, I slowly lost consciousness and drifted into darkness afterward.

Silence.

….

I slowly opened my eyes. I’d been asleep for so long I’d lost track. The mattress felt soft as a cloud, and the ceiling above was high, detailed, and… expensive-looking.

Not the usual modern kind of rich, but that rare mix of old architecture with ultra-modern touches, the kind of luxury you don’t see often.

I sat up in the huge bed and glanced around. Even the room’s decor had that elegant, sophisticated ambience.

Not the plain white marble and sharp edges you see in most modern designs, but the kind of old money luxury people dream about.

Where am I truly? The president’s White House? I had thought Alec sent people to kidnap me the moment I was grabbed at the detention facility, but this obviously wasn’t Alec…

Judging by this place, it’s owned by an extremely rich individual, and what importance do I hold for this kind of person? Then it is definitely dangerous!

Panic set in that I rushed straight to the wooden door; it was locked that I started banging.

“Anyone there! What do you want with me? Let me go!” I screamed my lungs out, And just then; the door swung open and a tall, broad-shouldered man walked in accompanied with men in suits and I was frozen to the spot,

his face was blankly inscrutable with a sharp jaw, dark eyes that seemed to pin me in place,

like he already knew exactly who I was and what I was thinking.

He wasn’t just handsome, he was dangerous in a way that made every nerve in me tighten.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, his hand shot to my throat. The grip was unyielding and his eyes burning into mine like flames.

“You’re not Emeristus’ daughter. How dare you show up at the detention centre just to deceive me?” His voice was a growl, low and lethal, as his fingers tightened.

My airway closed. I choked, clawing at his hand, but it was ironclad.

“Answer me, you bitch!” he roared, yanking my face up to meet his gaze.

“I… I don’t— I don’t know what you’re talking about… let me go… I can’t— breathe—” The words barely scraped out of my throat.

He didn’t loosen his grip. The world blurred around the edges. My chest burned as I fought for air, then, with sudden force, he shoved me. I crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath.

“Now,” he said, his voice cold.

“you will tell me how Emeristus knew I was coming to abduct his daughter… or I put this bullet straight through your skull. I want a name.”

The gun was already aimed between my eyes. My heart slammed against my ribs.

“I don’t know who that is,” I said, desperation ripping through my voice.

“I just lost everything… my mother, my father’s legacy; all to my wretched husband.

I was leaving the detention centre after being released for fetal homicide charges that I never committed.You’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

His eyes, which were already cold, immediately shifted, it darkened. It became more dangerous.

“You killed an unborn baby… and you’re lying to me. More reasons you have to die.” He cocked the gun.

“I’m pregnant! Please; don’t shoot!” I blurted out, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might tear through my chest.

“What? You keep lying to me? Who is this wretched wench who keeps getting on my nerves!”

“I am not wretched! I’ve taken enough from you men… and everyone, you’ve mistaken me for someone else, and you dared to hold me and my unborn baby hostage, you owe us a big apology…”

I yelled at him, I couldn’t hold the anger anymore… after all I’ve suffered, I shouldn’t have to endure this too.

“My lord… we got news that emeristus picked up his daughter just a few minutes after we abducted the wrong woman. I made this mistake and I deserve death” one of his bodyguards fell to his knees…

“Fuck!”

I saw the disappointment on his face, as he shot the gun several times at the portrait on the wall, I held my ear tightly at the gun shot noises.

“I’d silence this woman so that the word of this doesn’t get out…” The body guard said and my heart dropped,

“What? Silence who? No! Let me go you bastards! Fix your own mistake and leave me alone!” I yelled as the guards grabbed me, I resisted their hold but what strength do I have against two guards?

I can’t die like this, I need to protect my unborn child… I can’t die for a stupid identity error.

They were dragging me towards the door until he spoke.

“Stop!”

“Did you say you were pregnant again?” His tone was almost curious, but his eyes, those cold, ocean-deep eyes held something dangerous.

I froze. That look was not the gaze of a man asking, it was the gaze of a man already imagining what to do with the information. I said nothing just staring at his vicious eyes, I was scared to death.

He laughed then, sharp and joyless, the sound crawling over my skin.

“Your silence is my answer. At least you’ll be useful to me.” His voice turned colder,

“Let her live. Feed her well. My private doctor will attend to her… and she does not leave these walls for the next nine months. When the child is born, bring it to me.”

He gave his final order and my heart skipped, “what?” he just walked out of the room and I was held down.

“No!!”

I screamed my lungs out, so animalistically… bloodshot my eyes and tears blurred my vision. I was too drowned in grief that I slowly lost consciousness.

….

Nine months passed, I was never allowed to leave this room, guarded by strict security, no one looked for me. None in my family. It was horrific.

I never saw my captor for these nine months, I burned with hatred, I loathe him, only a doctor and maids attending to me.

My stomach was so high, I cried almost everyday for nine months… I had several pregnancy complications. Until the labor day came.

I was not given the opportunity to give birth to my child naturally…

I underwent a surgical procedure, was injected to sleep, and didn't have the chance to see my baby.

And by the time I opened my eyes…my baby was gone.