chapter 5

My eyes shut opened

Everything suddenly made sense his apologies

He thought i was

I felt sickened at the thought

I pushed him off me but it didn't buldge, he grabed my hands fiercely

he thrust into me sharply,

Shame humiliated and embarrassed, i just lay there like his personal sex, toy, tears spilling from my eyes

I shut my eyes tightly wishing i could just disappear.

I woke up before the sun rose and quickly, got to work, every part of me was aching but i could only whimper.

I stared at the breakfast tray and the packed lunch and then quietly walked back to my room.

I lay down crying, and hoping things would change by the time i woke up

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Author's POV

For the first time…

Damian noticed.

The tray was different.

He stood in the dining room, staring at the neatly arranged dishes.

The aroma was familiar—comforting in a way he couldn’t explain.

“you made this?” he asked coldly.

The maid bowed her head. “Y-yes, sir.”

He picked up the spoon, tasting it slowly.

His eyes narrowed.

Not the usual cook

Not the same hands.

“Who made this?” he asked.

The maid hesitated.

“I… I did, sir.”

Silence.

Damian set the spoon down.

“who made this” he asked again—no one answered this time

“you're fired” thier eyes flew opened

“it was clarice sir please don't fire me” a maid rushed out

He said nothing more.

But something in his expression shifted.

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From the doorway, Nora watched everything.

Her fingers tightened around her phone.

So… he noticed.

A flicker of irritation crossed her face.

This was getting out of hand

Her phone buzzed

“its done” she asked

Her lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile

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Clarice’s POV

“Clarice.”

Her voice came suddenly behind me.

I turned, startled.

“Yes?

“Get dressed,” she said, her tone unusually calm. “We’re going out.”

I blinked in confusion.

“Out?

She smiled.

A soft, almost kind smile.

“I thought… we could spend some time together. Like sisters.”

My chest tightened.

Something about it felt… wrong.

But I nodded.

“O-okay.”

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The drive was quiet.

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Too quiet.

I sat in the passenger seat, my hands clasped tightly in my lap.

The road changed, as we approached a cliff

“Nora…” I started carefully. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” she replied, her eyes fixed on the road

My heart pounded loudly as we reached the edge

The car sped up.

Faster.

And faster.

My grip tightened.

“Nora, slow down.”

She didn’t respond.

“Nora—!”

“I’m tired, Clarice.”

Her voice cut through the air.

Cold.

Sharp.

I froze.

“Tired of you being in my way,” she continued.

My heart dropped.

“What are you talking about?”

She laughed softly.

“You really thought you could stay in that house forever?” she asked. “Play the poor, pitiful wife until Damian suddenly falls in love with you?”

“That’s not what I’m doing!” I cried.

“and he's falling for you” she glanced at me “I'm the only one who deserves to be mrs wilson

The car swerved slightly.

My breath hitched.

“I never wanted this marriage!” I shouted.

Silence.

Then—

“Too late.”

The car sped even faster.

My heart slammed violently against my chest.

“Nora, stop the car!” I screamed.

She turned to me.

And smiled.

“Goodbye, Clarice.”

Before I could react—

She pushed the door open.

And jumped.

Everything happened in seconds.

The steering wheel jerked violently.

The car lost control.

“NORA—!”

My scream was swallowed by the sound of screeching tires.

The world spun.

The road disappeared.

And then—

Nothing.