All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Sarah POVThe soft glow of a Sunday morning filtered through the curtains, painting the room in a warm, inviting light. I lay nestled in the plush comfort of the bed, relishing the rare feeling of utter relaxation. The events of the previous day – the tense confrontation with my father, the unexpected comfort from Adrian – felt like a distant, unsettling dream. My phone buzzed insistently on the bedside table, shattering the peaceful quiet. Groaning, I reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. Ester's name flashed, a beacon of energy I wasn't quite ready for."Good morning, Sunshine!" her voice, a burst of pure enthusiasm, practically exploded through the speaker. Even at this ungodly hour, she was a force of nature."Morning, Ester," I mumbled, pushing myself up against the headboard. Sleep still clung to me, a warm, comforting weight."Get ready! I'm picking you up in 20 minutes. We're going shopping!" she declared, the background noise suggesting she was already in motion, pr

Sarah POVThe week leading up to the Annual Gala had been a whirlwind of deadlines, meetings, and overflowing inboxes. I barely had time to breathe, let alone think about the event itself. Thankfully, Ester, ever the organised whirlwind, had taken charge of the logistics. She had coordinated with Adrian’s assistant regarding our outfits, ensuring that we would arrive at the venue simultaneously, a strategic move to maintain the illusion of marital harmony. Since I was finishing work late, I would get ready at the office, a plan that saved precious time.My last meeting of the day finally wrapped up, leaving me exhausted but relieved. I dismissed my team, promising them a less hectic week ahead, and retreated to my cabin. The door clicked shut behind me, and I sank onto the plush cushion of my chair, kicking off my heels with a sigh of pure bliss. While they certainly added a touch of sophistication, heels were instruments of torture after a long day. I propped my tired feet up on the t

Adrian POVI was circulating among the various businessmen, engaging in polite conversation, when I heard Sarah’s voice. I turned and was momentarily speechless. Her dress…it was exquisite. It fit her perfectly, accentuating her curves in a way that was both elegant and provocative. Her hair, cascading down her shoulders, framed her face, making her look incredibly desirable. I noticed every male gaze in the room lingering on her, their eyes filled with admiration, and something possessive stirred within me. I pulled her closer, wrapping my arm around her waist, a silent declaration that she was mine.As I spoke with Mr. Groff, I saw Sarah excuse herself and head towards the bar. I watched her take a seat, a slight frown on her face. Just as I was about to make my way over to her, Jessica appeared at my side, her hand slipping possessively onto my arm."You look beautiful, love," I whispered to Jessica, offering her a small smile. She blushed, clearly pleased by the compliment.Jessic

Sarah POVWith a chilling finality, he threw me onto the bed, the impact jarring my already fragile state. He moved with a terrifying swiftness, stripping off his clothes, his eyes never leaving mine. Panic clawed at my throat. I knew what was coming, and I scrambled off the bed, desperate for escape. The bathroom, the nearest sanctuary, was my only option. I ran towards it, but he was faster. He grabbed me by the waist, his grip like iron, yanking me back towards him. The force of his pull sent me stumbling, and his hand connected with my cheek in another stinging slap. He had already shed all his clothes except for his boxers, his body radiating a menacing heat. His eyes, a mixture of lust and hatred, were fixed on me, sending shivers of fear down my spine.He forced me back onto the bed, his weight pinning me down, trapping me between his legs. No, this can’t be happening, I thought, my mind reeling. This can’t be real."Adrian, please," I begged, my voice trembling. "Don't do this.

Adrian POVThe aftermath was a blur of raw emotion. I lay there, on the bed, my body aching, my mind reeling. I didn't know what had come over me. The images of Sarah and Justin, the whispers of their past, had ignited a firestorm of rage within me. The thought of her with another man, of her giving him what I craved, drove me to madness. I heard her pleas, her cries, but they were muffled by the roaring in my ears. I was determined to punish her, to make her understand that she was mine, to control, to possess. She is mine to love, to hate, to torture. The thought echoed in my mind, a twisted justification for my actions.Seeing her smooth, white skin, and feeling her body beneath mine, ignited a desire within me, a perverse satisfaction that I hated myself for feeling. Despite my anger, despite the revulsion I felt for my actions, I couldn't deny the pleasure I derived from dominating her, from hearing her moans, even though they were cries of pain. After the brutal encounter, I lef