All Chapters of Beneath His Rules: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ivy’s Pov I was looking through the drawers of the old desk in the library because I was trying to find a spare pencil for my sketchpad. I had not spent much time in this part of the house since I came back from the hospital because it felt too big and too quiet. I pulled open a small wooden drawer at the bottom and I saw a thick white envelope sitting on top of some old tax papers. My name was written on the front in the sharp and curvy handwriting that I recognized immediately. It was a letter from my mother and it looked like it had been delivered a few days ago. I sat down on the floor with my back against the bookshelf and I held the envelope in my hands. Part of me wanted to throw it away without opening it but another part of me was still a little bit curious. I wanted to see if she had changed her mind or if she was finally going to say she was sorry for leaving me. I tore the top of the envelope open and pulled out two pages of heavy blue paper that smelled like her favori

Dominic's Pov The sun was starting to come up over the trees when I walked into Ivy’s room with the travel documents in my hand. I had stayed up all night sitting in my study looking at the maps of Switzerland and the security reports for the house in the mountains. I had spent hours trying to figure out how I could leave my business and my trials behind to go with her but the more I looked at the numbers the more I realized it was impossible right now. If I left this city my enemies would see it as a weakness and they would come after us even harder than before. I realized that the only way to truly keep her safe was to stay here and finish the fight while she found her peace somewhere else. I sat down on the edge of her bed and watched her sleep for a few minutes. She looked so small and peaceful when she wasn't awake to remember the basement or the divorce. I hated the thought of her being across the ocean without me but I knew that I was part of the weight she was trying to esc

Ivy's Pov The morning sun was hitting the white peaks of the mountains when I walked down the cobblestone street to find the office building where my new therapist worked. Dominic had spent three days calling every doctor in the country until he found one who spoke perfect English and had a quiet office away from the main road. I was wearing a thick green sweater and I had a leather journal tucked under my arm that I had bought at the local shop yesterday. My heart was thumping a little bit but it was not the scary kind of thumping that usually came before a panic attack. It was more like the feeling you get right before a big test at school. The office was on the second floor of a building that smelled like pine wood and old books. I walked inside and a woman named Dr. Varga met me at the door with a warm smile. She did not look like a doctor because she was wearing a colorful scarf and she had her hair in a long braid. She led me to a room with two soft blue chairs and a view of

Ivy's Pov The community center in the middle of the village was a small building made of gray stone, and it had a wooden sign out front that said 'Writing for the Soul' in three different languages. I had seen the flyer at the bakery two days ago and I decided that I wanted to try something different than just sitting in my room with my journal. I walked inside, and the air was warm, with a scent of lavender and old tea. Four other people were sitting around a large oak table and they all looked older than me but they gave me a small smile when I sat down in the empty chair at the end. The teacher was a woman named Clara who had very bright eyes and she told us that today we were going to write a short story about a character who has to find their way home. She said that home did not have to be a building or a city and that it could be a feeling or a person. She gave us all a fresh piece of paper and a black pen and then she turned on some very quiet music that sounded like water

Ivy's Pov The mail arrived at the village post office early in the afternoon and Marcus brought the envelope up to my apartment while I was sitting at the table eating a bowl of soup. He didn't say much but he looked at me with a soft expression as he set the thick white paper down next to my spoon. I recognized the handwriting immediately because it was the same sharp and neat style that was always on the birthday cards and the notes he used to leave on the kitchen counter. I felt my heart do a quick skip in my chest and I waited until Marcus went back downstairs to his own room before I even touched it. I wanted to be completely alone when I read whatever Dominic had decided to send across the ocean to find me. I picked up the envelope and I felt the weight of it in my hand and it felt like it was full of more than just paper. I walked over to my bed and sat against the pillows while I carefully tore the top edge open so I wouldn't mess up the words inside. I pulled out the two