ログインLENA’S POVFor the first time in a long time, I woke up without fear sitting heavily on my chest. It wasn’t completely gone. Edward still existed. The mansion was still a cage. Lewis was still watching everything. But something inside me felt… lighter. Hope. Small. Fragile. Dangerous. But real.I sat up slowly in bed, stretching carefully so my ribs wouldn’t hurt too much. The bruises were fading now, turning lighter shades of yellow and brown instead of dark purple. My lip had healed, and the swelling on my face was almost gone.I looked at myself in the mirror and saw something I hadn’t seen in days. Life. Not fear. Not pain. Life. And I knew why. Ethan. His words from yesterday kept replaying in my head. I will get you out of this house. I promise. I go with you.A small smile appeared on my face before I could stop it. I quickly covered my mouth. This was dangerous. Smiling in this house was dangerous. Feeling happy in this house was dangerous. But I couldn’t help it.For the firs
ETHAN’S POVI couldn’t take it anymore. Two days. Two whole days of pretending Lena didn’t exist. Two days of watching her walk around the mansion quietly, carefully, like a shadow of herself.Two days of seeing the bruises on her face slowly fade while the sadness in her eyes stayed the same. And it was hurting me every second of it.I stood in the security room, staring at the camera that showed the hallway leading to her bedroom. She had just gone inside. Edward was still at work. Lewis was outside supervising the gate. It was the safest moment I was going to get. My chest tightened. I didn’t think again. I walked out.Her door was slightly open. I knocked softly. “Lena”. Then her voice came out quietly. “Come in.” I pushed the door open and stepped inside. She was sitting on the bed, reading something on her phone, but she looked up immediately when she saw me. Her expression changed. Surprise. Pain. Guarded emotion.“You came,” she said softly. The words hit me harder than anythi
LENA’S POVThe Paris trip ended too quickly. Not in a good way. In the kind of way where everything felt unfinished, broken, and heavy. No closure. No peace. No healing. Just silence. Cold, painful silence.We were heading back home. The private jet was already waiting at the airport, engines humming softly like nothing had changed in the world. But everything had changed. At least for me and Ethan.Edward walked ahead of us, speaking to Lewis about business schedules and meetings. Like Paris had been nothing more than a business stop. Like the bruises on my body didn’t exist. Like the tension between everyone didn’t matter.I walked behind them slowly, my sunglasses covering the fading bruise under my eye. My ribs still hurt. My arm still ached. But what hurt the most was the silence. Ethan walked a few steps ahead of me. Not looking back. Not slowing down. Not waiting. Just walking like I didn’t exist. Like we were strangers. Like Paris never happened. Like our fight never happened.
LENA’S POVI woke up in pain. Not the normal pain I had gotten used to. This one was deeper. Heavier. My ribs ached every time I breathed. My arm throbbed. My face felt swollen, tight, like my skin didn’t belong to me anymore.For a moment, I didn’t move. Edward was still asleep beside me, lying peacefully like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t nearly broken me the night before.I slowly slipped out of the bed, careful not to make a sound and walked into the bathroom. The mirror almost made me scream. Bruises covered my face. Dark purple under my eye. A cut on my lip. Finger marks on my arm. Red and blue patches on my shoulder and collarbone. Tears filled my eyes before I could stop them. I gripped the sink tightly, trying to stay calm. Trying not to break.But the pain wasn’t just physical. It was deeper than that. Because Ethan didn’t come. He saw me. He saw everything. And he walked away. My chest tightened painfully.I washed my face slowly, trying to hide the swelling with mak
LENA’S POVParis looked beautiful at night. Cold air. Golden lights. Quiet streets. Soft music drifting from restaurants and passing cars. It should have felt amazing. Instead, it felt like a cage made of glass.I stood in front of the hotel mirror, adjusting the black dress Edward had chosen for me. It hugged my body perfectly, elegant and expensive, the kind of dress women dreamed about wearing in Paris. But my hands were shaking.Edward walked out of the bathroom, fixing his cufflinks. He stopped when he saw me. His eyes moved slowly over my body. Assessing. Possessing. “You look good,” he said calmly. “Thank you.”He stepped closer, standing behind me in the mirror. His hand rested on my waist. “You represent me tonight.” “Yes.” “You embarrass me, and you will regret it.” My chest tightened. “I understand.” He smiled faintly. “Good.”The dinner was worse than I expected. Rich men. Powerful men. Expensive suits and dangerous smiles. They sat around a long table in a private restaur
LENA’S POVI knew something was wrong the moment Edward called me into his study. He never called me in the afternoon unless it was important. Or dangerous.I stood in front of his desk, my fingers locked together, trying to look calm while my heart beat unevenly in my chest.Edward looked up from the file in his hand. “You’re traveling with me.” The words hit me before I could process them. “Traveling?” I repeated quietly. “Yes.”He leaned back in his chair, studying me. “We are going to Paris for three days.” Paris. My stomach tightened instantly. Paris sounded beautiful. Romantic. Free.But with Edward, it sounded like a prison in another country. “When?” I asked softly. “Tomorrow morning.” The fear came immediately. So fast it almost made me dizzy. “Is there a problem?” Edward asked calmly. “No,” I said quickly. Too quickly.His eyes narrowed slightly. “You don’t sound excited.” I forced a small smile. “I am. I’ve just never traveled before.” That part was true. Edward watched me







