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Lilian’s Point Of ViewThe slam of the bedroom door above echoed through the house. Graham was gone. He had left me standing in the hallway like I was nothing. My pulse hammered in my ears, my hands restless, fidgeting against my belly. I paced back and forth, my breath uneven, my thoughts running wild.‘This is bad. This is so damn bad.’I couldn’t lose him. Not now. Not ever. Especially not to Elena. She was the ghost that haunted every corner of this house, the shadow that made my skin itch. Graham might swear I was the one he wanted, he might crawl into my bed when the lights were off, but I knew… I knew Elena still had a hold on him.I dug my nails into my palm, the sting grounding me. “No. I won’t let her win. I won’t lose Graham to that spineless little doll.”The sound of the front door opening snapped me out of my storm. My eyes darted up, and when I saw her step inside, I froze, then immediately felt the rush of heat in my veins.Elena.Her presence was like poison in my thr

Elena’s Point Of ViewIt’s been weeks since that breakdown, and I’ve done everything to avoid Graham and his mistress. I just don’t trust myself to stay calm around them, so it’s easier to pretend they don’t exist.No, that’s not fear. That’s me protecting what’s left of my sanity while quietly figuring out how to escape this marriage.But Graham… Graham had changed. Not in the way I once prayed for. He hadn’t softened or apologized or even tried to look at me the way he used to. Instead, he had become… watchful. Possessive, almost. I noticed the shift first in the small things: the way his eyes followed me when I moved around the room, the way his phone stayed closer to him now, as if he was bracing for some invisible war. Then came the men. Two of them. Dark suits. Unsmiling. They trailed me from the house to the company and back, like shadows tied to my heels.I confronted him once, my voice steadier than my pulse, because if there’s one thing Graham respects, it’s a composed façade

Elena’s Point Of View“You think you can run forever?” he hissed, each word dripping with venom, his voice low, intimate, like a nightmare whispered straight into my bones.I clawed at his arm, my nails raking over his skin, desperate to pry him off me. My lungs screamed, my scalp burned where his fingers dug into my hair, jerking me upright like a ragdoll.“Let me go!” I choked out, my voice raw, breaking. “Stay away from them, leave my siblings alone!”Dave’s scream pierced the night, shrill and terrified. “Elenaaa!” He tried to run to me, his tiny fists pounding against the man’s side, but another set of hands snatched him back. Dave’s cry broke into sobs as he kicked wildly, “No! Don’t hurt her! Don’t hurt Elena!”Heather lunged, too… my brave sister with tears streaking her dirt-smudged face. She hurled herself at him, nails catching his sleeve, teeth sinking into his arm. “Let her go! She said let her go!”The man barked out a laugh, low and mocking, even as blood welled from th

Elena’s Point Of ViewThe next morning, the lock clanged open and the sound jolted me out of a half-dream where my father’s voice was still telling me to hold on. My body protested as they dragged me out, my knees buckling, feet scraping against the dirt. My mother stood waiting in the yard, arms folded, eyes sharp as glass.“I hope you’ve learned your lesson?” she asked, her voice smooth but edged like a blade.I nodded once, too weak to even shape words. My throat was a cracked desert, every sound a rasp.Her lips curled into a smirk. “Good. They’ll be taking you to him soon. Go and bathe… you stink.”I nodded again, silently, head bowed, my body trembling like a leaf in wind.They shoved me toward the bathroom, and I stumbled inside. The cracked mirror on the wall showed a ghost: hollow eyes, cheeks bruised purple-blue, lips split. My hands shook as I turned on the tap. The water sputtered, rusty at first, then came in weak, cold streams.I pressed my palms into it, and for a mome

Elena’s Point Of ViewThe words slipped out before I could stop them, sharp and bitter as bile.“Wow. What an Oscar-winning performance.”Her eyes flicked to mine in a flash, just for a heartbeat, the perfect mask cracked, and I saw it: the simmering rage, the knife-sharp hatred, the hunger for control. Then, like the flick of a switch, she was crying again, her hands pressed to her chest as if she were the very embodiment of motherly grief.But I wasn’t letting her dance unchallenged.“Then tell me,” I said, my voice cutting through the thick air, “why didn’t you contact the police if I’ve been missing for that long?”The officers’ heads snapped toward her. The room held its breath.Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. For once, she stuttered. “I… I… I was so afraid… so afraid they’d… they’d take you away from me. I didn’t want to lose you.” She looked at the officers, her face trembling with the perfect kind of fear. “I thought if I reported it, they’d think I wasn’t a