Pretend wife

Chapter 11She searched everywhere for Josh and the car, the cool night air biting at her bare arms. Did Lucien find out she left the house? So many terrifying possibilities went through her head as she stared at the empty parking lot.She began walking, taking a different route so Noah wouldn't spot her. A sudden, cold drop hit her cheek. Then another. It began to rain."Shit," she cursed, looking down at her plain tee and jeans, which would soon be plastered to her skin.She noticed a car was following her. Panic flared in her chest, and she hurried her pace, refusing to look back. The car accelerated, pulling up alongside her.The window whirred down. "What are you doing here?" a voice asked, not bothering to look at her.She froze, unable to turn toward him. Gosh, he's really doing a good job scaring the shit out of me, she thought. "I... I'm sorry. I didn't come alone. I came along with Josh, but he vanished.""Sorry, ma'am," Josh said, lowering his own window just as she finally

3 A.M Orders

Chapter 12 “Girl, fuck him,” Ryan said, handing Elara a bowl of chicken soup. “He really thinks he rules the world with that tiny business of his.” “‘Don’t curse, darling,’” Elara mimicked, rolling her eyes and mocking Lucien’s tone. “You should’ve just stabbed his throat with these heels,” Ryan said, picking one up and inspecting it dramatically. “Nah,” Elara scoffed. “We don’t want his blood on them.” Ryan laughed and stood up. “Let me grab some blankets. I’m so glad you didn’t go back to that house tonight.” She disappeared down the hallway. Elara exhaled deeply. She couldn’t have gone back anyway. Not after everything. Not after the humiliation. Lucien could rage all he wanted — she didn’t care anymore. Ryan returned with blankets, tossing one over Elara. She’d already changed into one of Ryan’s nightgowns, the soft fabric a small comfort against the chaos in her head. Curling up beside her best friend, Elara closed her eyes, silently praying this was all just a nightmare

Bitter breakfast

Chapter 13“Oh dear, it’s two in the afternoon,” Maggie said, stepping into Elara’s room. She found the young woman still tangled in her sheets, barely awake.“How are you, Maggie?” Elara groaned, pulling the covers higher to shield her eyes from the sunbeam slicing through the window.“When I asked, I meant you should have been up hours ago,” Maggie replied, gently dragging the duvet down to Elara’s waist.“Sorry… I didn't sleep well last night,” Elara admitted, pushing herself up.“I can tell. You look plain,” Maggie noted, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her.“Where is Lucien?”“He’s in the living room, darling.”“What’s he doing here?”“Well, it’s his house,” Maggie said with a small, knowing smile.“Right…” Elara muttered.“You should get dressed, dear. Your food will be waiting on the dining table.” With a gentle pat on the knee, Maggie left the room.Elara rose and dressed quickly, choosing a simple white and pink sundress that fell a few inches below her knee. She gather

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Pretend wife

3 A.M Orders

Bitter breakfast