My Wife, My Blackmailer

Evelyn's POV"I want a divorce!"I typed the words quickly on my iPad, holding it up for him to see. As someone who could hear but couldn't speak, my iPad had become my voice—my lifeline.Louis barely glanced at the screen before scoffing, his eyes filled with indifference."You're not serious," he said, his tone dripping with arrogance."I'm damn serious!" I typed again, my hands trembling as I clenched the device. My heart pounded in my chest, anger bubbling inside me.My grip tightened around the crumpled pieces of paper in my other hand—the divorce papers. Five years. Five years of a marriage that never should have happened. I was never supposed to be his wife. I was just a substitute, a stand-in for my sister, who had been betrothed to him since birth.I still remembered my mother’s harsh voice ringing in my ears."You have to marry him, Evelyn. Now that your sister is gone, you must take her place!"My father, who had never seen me as anything more than an illegitimate burden, d

Evelyn’s POVI should have felt relieved. The moment the kidnapper let me go, I should have been desperate to get home, to escape the nightmare I had just endured. But there was no relief. Just a numb weight settling in my chest, like a heavy stone pressing down on me.My wrists still ached from the ropes that had bound them hours ago. I rubbed at the raw skin absently, staring down at my hands. They trembled slightly, though I wasn’t sure if it was from fear, exhaustion, or something else entirely.I glanced at the man in the driver’s seat. His face remained unreadable as he steered the van through the empty streets."You okay?" his voice cut through the silence.I hesitated.Was I?I lifted my iPad, my fingers moving over the screen. I don't know.He let out a quiet breath, his hands tightening around the wheel. "Yeah. Figured."Silence stretched between us again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Just heavy.I let my head rest against the window, watching as the buildings passed by. My

Evelyn’s POVI clutched the phone tightly, my hands trembling as the kidnapper’s voice echoed in my mind."Can you talk?"My stomach twisted into knots. Of course, I can’t talk. Everyone knew that.Yet, he had laughed. "Relax, princess. I was just joking."But was he?There was something unsettling in his eyes, something that felt like a challenge. Like he was waiting for me to prove him wrong. My throat tightened, my breath coming in short, shaky gasps.I forced myself back to reality. The phone—the key to my freedom—was in my hands now. But at what cost?I had agreed to his terms without hesitation, not because I wanted to, but because I had no other choice. I needed a way out of this marriage. I needed leverage over Louis.And now, I had another problem.I had lied.I told Louis I had a boyfriend. And now, he wanted proof.Panic bubbled inside me as I raked my fingers through my hair. What was I thinking? How was I supposed to find a boyfriend now?And why was he still holding onto

Eveyeln's POV "What did you just type?!"His voice was low, but trembling with fury."Don't you remember you're married? You had the audacity to say you had sex with him? How dare you defile me!"He lunged forward before I could react, slamming me into the wall with a force that knocked the breath out of me. Pain shot through my back, but I bit my tongue, refusing to cry out. I tried to push against him, but he was stronger—too strong.His chest was heaving. His nose skimmed down toward mine, then hovered just above my lips. I froze."You're drunk," he muttered, his voice strained, trying to contain the rage shaking through him. "That's why you're spouting this nonsense. We'll talk tomorrow."No, this wasn’t just anger. This was jealousy. Possessiveness. The kind that doesn’t make sense when you’re never truly wanted.We’d been married for a while now, yet never once had he touched me—not like that. I was still a virgin. A virgin wife. That’s what he made me. And somehow, I was still

Evelyn's POV “Guards! What are you standing there for? Get them—now! Didn’t you see what he just did?” the man bellowed, his voice sharp with rage.The guards lunged toward us without hesitation, and panic punched through my chest like a blow. My heart pounded so loudly I could barely think.But Louis didn’t let go. His grip on my hand tightened, firm and grounding, like an anchor in the middle of chaos. I shouldn’t feel safe with him. Not now. Not after asking for a divorce. And yet… something about the way he held on made me feel protected.He’s been acting strange ever since I mentioned divorce—jealous one moment, kind and protective the next. Was this his way of making me change my mind?I pulled my hand from his, struggling to remember the danger closing in. My fingers trembled as I reached into my purse for my phone—I hadn’t brought my iPad with me.“What are you doing? Why did you let go?” Louis snapped, reaching for me again. His brows were drawn together, eyes wild with conc