Semua Bab He Called Me Weak, Now I Hold His Fate: Bab 1 - Bab 6

NadiaMy eyes widened as I realised what he was doing. Without saying anything more, I followed the guards out of the room. I understood, but it still hurt, the way he had rejected me publicly.The sun was long gone by the time I got home.I leaned against the door once I closed it behind me. Greg hadn’t meant it, I told myself. He was, probably just shocked to see me. I mean, who wouldn’t be, right?I exhaled shakily and forced myself to move. It was my fault and I had to apologise. After all he had in five years, instructed me on the do’s and don'ts for when we were in public and I had embarrassed him.I wore the silk emerald dress he had complemented once. I even curled my hair and used a bit of makeup.Anything to feel more… normal. Anything to make tonight right again.Even though I still had to tell him about our baby.By 8 p.m., everything was ready. The table was set. Candles lit.. I kept checking the door every few minutes. Each sound had my heart racing, hoping it was his ca

NadiaMy consciousness floated somewhere between pain and awareness. “Thelma, what the fuck have you done?!” Greg’s voice, filtered in.I wanted to open my eyes, to see, but my body felt disconnected from me. My head throbbed with a dull pain swelling behind my skull.“She…she just stood up too fast!” Thelma’s voice sounded like she was panicking. “I didn’t mean to push her that hard…she was in my face!”Her voice lowered. Muffled. I couldn’t make out the words. All I could make out was the bitter taste of blood in my mouth and the dull, distant sensation of the cold ground.Then I felt someone touching me. A pair of strong arms slid under me, lifting me up.My body landed on a hard uneven surface, and then a door was shut, above me. I wanted to scream and rage, but all I could do was lie there, crumpled like a broken doll. The smell of motor oil and leather filled my nostrils. And then I realized, I didn’t know where he was taking me.The car rumbled with movement for what felt like

I couldn’t move. Not even blink.I sat frozen in my chair as the sounds of applause and cheerful chatter faded into the background as I stared up at the portrait that had just been revealed. The canvas was large, the colours deep and bright. It hovered over me like the ghost of a new world I was sucked unintentionally into.The picture was me—not just a resemblance, or trick of light, me. Every angle of the woman’s face was an exact replica of mine. The cheekbones, the jaw, the arch of her brows, the haunting depth of her eyes, and by the goddess, even the shape of her lips were just like mine—soft, full, with a slight downward tilt of a knowing frown.My stomach twisted as I stared, trying to understand what I was seeing. My clammy hands gripped the soft fabric of my dress. My head spun, like my body was shutting down to make space for the panic rising within. I couldn’t remember sitting for the photo, so it definitely wasn’t me. So how did they have it? How could Varic, a man I had