All Chapters of His Beauty Her Beast: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elena’s POVSitting with my family at a dinner table is just like sitting with strangers. No, not strangers; even they care about the people around them.I was sitting at the table facing my father, Jon, who was busy eating his dinner. And then there is my lovely stepmother, Caroline. The biggest bitch I have ever seen in my life. And then, my brother—or I say stepbrother, Nathan, but he never gave me a vibe of one.After my mother died while giving birth to me, my father accused me of being responsible for her death, and that’s why he hates me and treats me like shit. He never supported me in anything and always beat me up for small things.After he married Caroline, things only became worse. She bitched about me to my father and accused me of the things she did. Once, she stole money from his pockets and told my father that I stole it, and I still remember that day when he beat me up like a dog, and I wasn’t able to go to school for a whole week. The only support I have in this h

Elena’s POVWelcome to hell, mia bella.The words hung in the air like a storm. Nothing in my life has been easy. Not even in childhood, not even in teenage life, and now, not even in adult life. Seeing his signature smirk on his face and the desperation in his eyes to make this harder, so as he could, sent shivers down my spine.I stood there frozen.‘I have already set your wedding with my colleague’s son. You’re not going for any interview.’‘Just make sure you don’t embarrass yourself. Or worse, the family name.’‘And judging by that expression, I don’t think you have many other options, do you?’“Ma’am? Ma’am? Are you okay?” Greta’s voice pulled me back to reality.“Yeah-yeah.” I said as I realized I was standing in the hallway. When did I come out of his office? I followed Greta till we reached her office. She looked like the strict teachers in the movie. Perfect bun. Glasses. Black coat and skirt. But she’s a kind lady.“Please wait until your contract is ready,” she said when

Rowan's POVMy day had started unusually well—better than it had in a long time. I couldn’t even remember the last time I felt this fresh walking into the office.I arrived early. Not for a meeting. Not because I had to. Just… early.And that was rare.Though I’ve always been punctual—strictly so—the only times I ever showed up before schedule were when high-stakes meetings demanded it.Today wasn’t one of those days.Or maybe… I was just a little too excited to make Elena’s office hours a living hell.So excited, in fact, that I didn’t even bother waiting for my usual time to walk in. You never know.The moment she walked into my office, my eyes automatically scanned her.The cream-colored dress hugged her body in all the right places—elegant, effortless. She looked like something out of a dream. An angel, if angels came with sharp eyes and the kind of attitude that made you want to rile them up just for fun.My gaze dipped, just for a second, catching the soft curve of her cleavage f

Elena's POVDon’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.You’re strong. You can handle this. You can handle him.I stared at the mirror in front of me—eyes red, swollen, and glassy. My reflection didn’t look like me anymore. But I didn’t have the luxury of falling apart. I had deadlines, expectations, and a mask to wear.Still, the bruise on my side throbbed—a cruel reminder of last night. It pulsed with every breath, every movement, like it was mocking me.“Fuck,” I whispered, pressing my palm to the sink to steady myself. I need to get over this. But even as I said it, I wasn’t sure if I believed it.My head felt like it might split open—sharp, pulsing pain radiating from behind my eyes and crawling down the back of my neck. I leaned over the sink, letting cold water run through my trembling fingers before splashing it onto my face. The shock of it didn’t help much. It didn’t erase the heaviness in my chest or the throbbing bruise beneath the collar of my blouse. But at least it made me feel…

Rowan's POVI stepped out of the washroom, letting the cool air hit my face, but it did nothing to calm the fire under my skin or the boner in my pants. It felt like my hardness would rip out of my pants. My breaths were shallow, controlled—but only just.The feeling of her lingered.Her breathless voice still echoed in my head. The way her lips parted slightly when I trapped her between my arms. The tension that cracked in the air when our eyes met. The moment her chest brushed against mine—hell, I could still feel that.Damn it.I ran a hand through my hair, jaw tight. I needed to shake this off. I had no business letting her get under my skin like that. But the more I tried to push her out of my mind, the more vividly I remembered the look in her eyes—the mix of defiance and something else... something I couldn’t name. Something dangerous.But you're not here to feel this way towards this girl, Rowan. You're here to make her fucking pay. And she will pay.Before I could spiral deepe