LOGINChandria’s POV“Daniel!”I tried to push him away with all my strength, but he would not stop.Instead, he grabbed both of my wrists and forced them down, pinning me.I felt trapped, unable to move. He stared straight into my eyes.“Chandria,” his voice low, “Please…let me do this.”Before I could respond, he kissed me again. It was not gentle or comforting.It sent chills through my body. His lips crashed against mine, rough and desperate, as if he was trying to take something from me.His grip tightened around my wrists, and he lifted my arms above my head, holding them there with one hand. I struggled beneath him, my heart pounding loudly in my ears.He kept kissing me, aggressive and consuming, until my thoughts started to blur. It felt overwhelming, confusing, and wrong. My lips ached as he bruised them, and I tried again to push him away, but he was too strong.His hands moved lower, tracing a slow, deliberate path that left a trail of heat.When he finally cupped my breast, the
Chandria’s POV“But—”“No buts, Chandria.”He was about to leave when I stopped him.“Wait! Please, at least remove these…” I glanced down at my hands. “It’s hurting me.”He looked at me with that cold stare. Silence passed between the two of us. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.Then he said, “I expect you not to run, Chandria. Because if you do… you won’t like what I can do to you.”My heart pounded so fast I could barely breathe. I swallowed hard, trying not to show fear, but my hands were shaking. I forced myself to calm down, to act normal. I nodded slowly, pretending to be obedient.“I promise,” I said softly.“Good,” he replied, his tone was firm and distant.He started untying the ropes around my arms.My mind was racing, planning every move before he even finished.I waited for that one perfect moment—when his guard would drop just enough.When my wrists were finally free, I pushed him as hard as I could.“Just let me go, Daniel! Please!” I shouted. “I don’t love you
Chandria’s POVSuddenly, I felt a hand resting on my thigh. It was warm and firm.The touch made my body react before my mind did. I slowly forced my eyes open, blinking several times because everything felt heavy and dizzy. My head throbbed as if my thoughts were being shaken around inside my skull. I felt itchy, uncomfortable, and confused all at once.“W-Where am I?” I whispered under my breath.The place around me was unfamiliar. The ceiling was white, too clean, and the lights were painfully bright. My vision spun slightly, like I had just gotten off a ride that went on too long. It felt like my brain was floating, unable to settle. Before I could fully understand what was happening, a voice broke the silence.“I brought you here, to my other house,” the voice said calmly. “I need to speak with you, Chandria.”That voice. I knew it.As my vision slowly cleared, I blinked several times, forcing my eyes to focus.When I finally saw the man sitting in front of me, my chest tightened
Chandria’s POVI don’t like what I’m doing.Every step I take feels wrong, and yet I have no choice.My chest is heavy with guilt, and I can feel it gnawing at me from the inside, but I keep moving forward. Even though it hurts, even though it feels like I’m swallowing my own shame, I have to do this. For the baby. For the life I want for both of us.Before I leave, I leave a note. I sit down on the edge of the bed, my hands trembling slightly as I write.Dear Aiden,In the short time I’ve known you, I’ve grown close to you. I… I loved you. You’re the father I saw in the child I carry, even though you aren’t really the father. In the brief moments we shared, you made me happy, you made me laugh, and being around you made everything feel lighter.But I can’t accept what you did. You took away my freedom. You used me. And because of that, my life has changed completely. I know you’re being honest now, but I just… I can’t trust you again. Please, don’t blame me for leaving. I have to do
Chandria’s POV“What?”Aiden looked at me like he didn’t understand a single thing I said.“You heard me, Aiden,” I said, already exhausted.“I don’t care if they find me, or if they kill me. But in my final moments, I want to be alone. My life only gets more dangerous when I’m with you.”His whole expression tightened. He stepped closer, as if he was waiting for me to take back my words.“Chandria…” he whispered, then shook his head. “You can’t be serious.”His hands grabbed both my arms. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was desperate. He shook me lightly, like he wanted to snap me back into the reality he preferred. “Tell me you’re joking,” he said, his voice breaking.“I’m not,” I answered. “I’m telling the truth.”His hands began trembling as he held me, and I felt his breath hitch. He wasn’t used to hearing things he didn’t want to hear. He wasn’t used to losing control. His eyes darted across my face, searching for any sign that I was lying.“Chandria…” he repeated, shaking his h
Chandria’s POVI walked away from him.I didn’t even look back.My steps were heavy, but instead of leaving the mansion completely, I went upstairs. I didn’t know why. Maybe a part of me was still hoping he would come after me, stop me, or even just call my name.But nothing. No footsteps behind me. No voice.I told myself I shouldn’t expect anything. I knew from the start he might just let me go. Still, it hurt. It hurt in a way I couldn’t explain. It felt like he was too shocked by everything he found out that he didn’t even care I walked out on him. Like my presence suddenly meant nothing. As if my pain was invisible.My chest tightened. My hand fell to my abdomen where the baby was slowly growing. The child I hoped we could raise together.I thought maybe we could build a small and peaceful family. I imagined mornings where he’d hold me from behind, and nights where he’d touch my belly and talk to the baby. I imagined a future where we both laughed, even if he wasn’t the father.B







