LOGINIn the downtown penthouse, Margaret sat rigidly in front of her laptop screen.Three monitors displayed CCTV feeds from Alina's room.The footage from two hours ago was still playing on repeat.And Margaret couldn't stop watching.Couldn't believe it.Didn't want to believe it.But the evidence was right in front of her eyes.Her son—Daniel—had raped his own wife.Brutally. Without mercy.Margaret heard Alina's screams through the audio feed.Saw the futile resistance.Saw the undisguised violence.Her hand trembled on the mouse.Her face pale."No," she whispered. "Impossible. Daniel wouldn't—"But he had.The footage was irrefutable.Margaret slammed the laptop shut.Stood. Paced the room.Her breathing ragged.This wasn't her son.The son she raised wouldn't do something like that.Daniel was an honorable man. Educated. Civilized.Not... not a monster.But the footage—Margaret stopped.Shook her head hard."It's her fault," she muttered. "Alina's fault."Yes.That was the only exp
Alina screamed.The sound tore through her throat.But no one came.No one cared.Daniel dragged her to the center of the room. His grip was like iron on her arm."Let me go!"He slapped her face.Hard.Alina's head jerked to the side. Her cheek burned."Quiet."His voice was no longer the voice of the husband she once knew.This was the voice of a stranger.A monster who had been hiding behind a mask of honor all along.Alina tasted blood in her mouth. Split lip."Daniel, please—""Please?" He laughed. Bitter. Cruel. "You're begging now? After you left Junior? After you planned to run away? After you made me look weak in front of everyone?"He shoved her onto the bed.Alina fell. Bounced on the mattress.Tried to get up but Daniel was already on top of her.His body weight pressing down. Trapping."Don't do this." Alina's voice trembled. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "Daniel, don't—""You're my wife." His hands ripped at the buttons of her shirt. "You're mine. And I'm going to make
Morning arrived with a knock Alina didn't expect."Mrs. Blackwood? Mr. Daniel has arranged a doctor's appointment for you. Dr. Chen will arrive in one hour."Alina rose slowly. "I didn't ask for a doctor.""Mr. Daniel is concerned about your health. After the stress of the past few weeks. He thought a checkup would be wise."The maid's voice was apologetic but firm.Alina's jaw tightened.Daniel was making decisions about her body without consulting her.Again."Tell him I don't need a doctor.""He insists, Ma'am. Dr. Chen is already on her way."The maid left before Alina could argue further.Alina dressed mechanically. Anger simmering beneath exhaustion.This was control disguised as concern.Exactly what Margaret used to do.***At nine in the morning, Dr. Chen arrived.Professional. Efficient. Carrying a medical bag and a tablet."Mrs. Blackwood. I'm Dr. Chen. Your husband requested a comprehensive health evaluation.""My husband doesn't speak for my medical needs."Dr. Chen's ex
Three days passed.Three days of careful, calculated kindness from Daniel.Breakfast brought to her room every morning. Always from the private kitchen. Always safe.Flowers on her desk. Small gifts. A new book he thought she'd enjoy.Constant attention."How are you feeling today?""Did you sleep well?""Is there anything you need?"The perfect husband.And Alina wanted so desperately to believe it was real.That he'd actually changed. Actually chosen her. Actually meant the promises.But something felt wrong.She couldn't name it. Couldn't point to a specific action or word.Just a feeling. A prickling at the back of her neck.Like being watched by something predatory.***On the fourth morning, Alina woke to find Daniel already dressed."I have meetings all day," he said, adjusting his tie. "But I arranged something for you.""What?""Time with Junior. This afternoon. Two PM. In the garden. Just the two of you. No supervision. No Clarissa."Alina's breath caught. "Really?""Really.
At six-thirty, Alina stood in front of the mirror.She'd washed away the dirt and tears. Fixed her hair. Applied makeup that hid the redness around her eyes.Wore a simple dress. Understated. Appropriate for dinner with family.She looked normal.But inside, she was still shaking from Junior's fear.From the way he'd called her "the sad-sick lady" and run from the room.A knock."Come in."Daniel entered. Changed into fresh clothes. Looking almost as exhausted as she felt."Your father just arrived. He's in the sitting room with Emma. I thought you'd want to greet them privately before dinner."Alina nodded. "Thank you."She walked past him. Down the corridor. Down the stairs.The sitting room door was open.Richard Hayes stood near the window. Emma beside him. Both turned when Alina entered.Her father's face shifted—relief mixed with worry."Alina."She crossed the room. He caught her in a tight embrace."Papa," she whispered. "I'm so glad you're here."Richard pulled back, studying
By noon, Margaret was gone.Alina watched from her window as the cars pulled away. Three vehicles loaded with luggage, personal belongings, and the woman who'd made her life hell for months.Margaret didn't look back.Just sat rigid in the backseat of the lead car, spine straight, face forward.Defeated but not broken.Alina knew that look.Margaret wasn't surrendering. She was regrouping.But for now—for this moment—she was gone.And Alina could breathe.***At two PM, Daniel knocked on her door."Come in."He entered, looking exhausted but determined."I spoke with Clarissa. Set clear boundaries. No more comments about who belongs where. No more teaching Junior that you're an outsider. She understands that if she crosses those lines again, she'll be moved out too."Alina studied his face. "How did she take it?""Politely. Professionally. She said she understood and would comply.""You believe her?"Daniel hesitated. "I want to.""That's not the same as yes.""No. It's not." He moved
Mrs. Helen rushed to grab the first aid kit from the cabinet, her hands trembling as she opened it. She stood beside Alina, who remained motionless, staring at the messy floor—spilled soup, scattered bowl fragments, and fresh blood dripping from Alina's right palm. "Madam, please sit down," Mrs. He
CHAPTER 52Morning came too quickly.Or perhaps not quickly enough. Alina wasn't sure anymore. Time had felt strange since she'd been confined to her room—too slow and too fast simultaneously, like a broken clock.At exactly eight o'clock, the sound of a large engine woke her from restless sleep.A
Mr. Harris hesitated briefly, then nodded and stepped away, clearing the path for Clarissa.Clarissa knocked on the door—twice, sharp—then entered without waiting for an answer.Alina stood at the window—still in the same position since the photoshoot began.Mrs. Helen sat on a chair in the corner
Daniel stood outside Alina's room, hand raised to knock, then hesitated.He'd been standing there for nearly five minutes. Frozen. Unable to decide whether to enter or leave.Every instinct told him to go in. To check on her. To make sure she was okay. To say... something. Anything.But the memory







