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Chapter Twenty One: Home cook meal

Alliyah Agustin-Astley“Ma’am! I’m home—and I managed to get everything you requested!” Malix called out as he entered the lobby, his voice carrying a mix of relief and quiet excitement. Several paper bags hung from his hands, their weight obvious from the way his arms tensed as he stepped inside.I smiled brightly, a sudden burst of energy warming my chest at the sight of him. “Perfect! Come on, let’s take everything to the kitchen,” I said, my tone light—almost cheerful, even.We walked side by side through the grand corridors of the estate, our footsteps echoing softly against the polished marble floors. Morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the space in golden hues, dust motes floating lazily in the air like tiny stars caught in motion.As soon as we entered the kitchen, a few of the maids looked up from their tasks, their curiosity immediately piqued by the unusual sight of grocery bags.“All of these are… ingredients for a meal?” one of them asked he

Chapter Twenty Two: White

Alliyah Agustin-Astley“So… did you like what I cooked?” I asked, unable to hide the excitement in my voice. I wanted to hear it—from him—whether even a single dish had pleased him.“Everything was good,” Alexander replied evenly, his expression once again unreadable. Then, as if it were an afterthought, he added, “By the way, I had a dress prepared for you. It matches mine for the gala tonight.”“Gala?” I repeated, lifting my glass to take a sip of water. “Oh—is that the celebration for Chester and Kassandrah you mentioned last night?” Their names felt strange on my tongue.“Yes. As I said, we’ve been invited,” he said calmly. “It’s a good opportunity to make a public appearance—and it may help you process your emotions.”I nodded slowly, even if part of me bristled at how clinical he sounded. “Right… where’s the dress?”“In your room,” he answered as he rose from his chair. He paused, turning to look at me. “I’ll be resting for a while.”Then, almost casually, he added, “I’d like y

Chapter Twenty Three: Gala

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyWe arrived at the top-class hotel in the city—the very hotel I had dreamed of for our wedding reception. The memory of arguing with Chester surfaced, sharp and bitter. I had insisted on this place for our wedding reception, imagining a celebration that was grand and unforgettable, while he had stubbornly argued for something smaller, something intimate, something “sacred,” he had said. He promised a surprise, a wedding reception that would be a gift to me, but I never imagined it would be like this: forcing me to marry or trading me to someone for the sake of his debt or freedom, which I shouldn’t have cared about since he does not own my well-being, but it was.I clutched my chest as I stared at the building, its glass and marble façade gleaming under the city lights. A wave of conflicting emotions crashed over me—excitement, nostalgia, and a sharp pang of heartbreak. My breath caught when someone gently took my hand.“What’s wrong?” Alexander asked, his voi

Chapter Twenty Four: Seduce?

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyI didn’t know how long it had been since I last stepped outside my room.Time no longer felt real inside these four walls. Days blurred together, dissolving into one another until morning and night meant nothing more than changes in light filtering through the curtains.Alexander hadn’t forced his way in—not once—and for that, I was grateful. He had given me space, the way he should have, the way I desperately needed. He didn’t knock every hour or demand why wasn’t I going out of my room.He let the silence exist between us, heavy and unspoken. As the days dragged on, I began to realize something I hadn’t wanted to admit at first.What happened that night wasn’t entirely his fault. He attended an event we were invited to. He didn’t orchestrate the betrayal—I simply walked straight into it.He even suggested we leave early when he noticed the sudden change in my mood the moment I saw the hotel.At first, I thought he didn’t care about how I would feel. But the mo

Chapter Twenty Five: Forgiveness

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyAfter taking a bath, I expected Alexander to be waiting inside my room, but the bedroom was empty. He was nowhere in sight. I dried my hair in peace, the quiet almost unfamiliar, before slipping into something comfortable.When I finally stepped out of my room, I made my way downstairs. The house felt oddly still as I walked toward the dining room—and there he was, already seated on the other side of the table, waiting for me.His eyes lifted to meet mine, but I didn’t say anything. I was about to pull out a chair when he suddenly stood up. I looked at him in confusion as he approached me.“What?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “You can’t punish me anymore. I’m already here, happy now?”What happened next caught me completely off guard.He grabbed my wrists and gently—but firmly—pulled me toward his chair, guiding me down to sit right beside him.He said nothing.Instead, he began serving food onto my plate first, careful and deliberate, before finally fixing his

Chapter Twenty Six: Shooting range

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyWe were on our way somewhere.Malix was nowhere in sight when I stepped out of the office, and now Alexander was driving us to a place I didn’t recognize. The city gradually faded behind us, replaced by unfamiliar roads and stretches of land that made my unease grow with every passing minute.When he finally pulled into a wide parking lot, I squinted out the window, trying to figure out where we were. My breath caught when realization dawned.A massive shooting range stood before us.I’d seen places like this on TikTok before—vast open spaces designed like obstacle courses, where targets were hidden among artificial jungles, abandoned structures, and rough terrain. It wasn’t just a shooting range. It was an experience.“What are we doing here?” I asked the moment he stepped out and opened my door.“We’re going to release some steam,” Alexander replied calmly, then added with quiet emphasis, “or rage.”He walked to the trunk and lifted it open, pulling out two d

Chapter Twenty Seven: Sabotage

Alliyah Agustin-Astley“I want this placed here, and yes, you can put the cards over there,” I instructed the people around me. They nodded quickly and moved at once, following my directions without hesitation.It was finally the day of the contest, and excitement buzzed through my veins. I felt thrilled—almost lightheaded—as I watched everything slowly come together. This event had been my long-time dream, something I had imagined and planned for countless sleepless nights, and now it was finally unfolding right before my eyes.“Mrs. Astley, could you please check this?” someone asked.I walked over to where she was pointing, carefully inspecting the setup before calmly explaining what adjustments needed to be made. She listened attentively, nodding as I spoke, and immediately set to work once I finished.I took a moment to drink some water, trying to steady myself and slow my breathing, when I suddenly caught sight of Alexander standing among the crowd. His eyes were already on me,

Chapter Twenty Eight: Kidnapped

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyWhen we arrived at the door, I couldn’t help but feel nervous. The grand ballroom had several entrances, yet we were using the private one instead of the main doors.My hands were trembling. I was anxious, but I was determined to push through this event—not only because I was helping local porcelain makers, but also because a small percentage of the sales would go to charities.This had been my long-time dream, and after what had happened to my dress earlier, I didn’t know what else to think.I flinched when my hand was suddenly squeezed. I looked up at Alexander, and he was staring at me intently.“I am with you, wife,” he said softly, as if he could hear the chaos in my mind. “You don’t have to worry about anything.”I bit my lower lip. “Thank you, Alex.”He seemed momentarily surprised by the nickname, but he only glanced toward the door afterward.“Let’s go. We don’t want the head of this event to miss the arrival of the guests,” he said before signaling for

Chapter Twenty Nine: Saved

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyI didn’t know where we were, but the moment I tried to look around, Alexander gently guided me into the back seat of the car.We were surrounded by what appeared to be a dense forest. The moon hung brightly above us, and the sound of crickets filled the cold, silent air.After letting me sit for a moment, his eyes swept over me, scanning my arms and legs as if he were searching for injuries I couldn’t even feel.“Alex… w-what happened at the party? Was it successful?” I asked softly, unsure if that was even the right thing to say.He paused, then looked at me, those sapphire eyes filled with disbelief and a hint of amusement.“You were just saved from a possible kidnapping and murder,” he said, settling into the seat beside me. “And you’re worried about whether the party was successful?”“Should I ask why I was kidnapped… and what happened to those men inside that building?” My voice trembled as I glanced back at the structure looming behind us.An abandoned war

Chapter Thirty: Drunk

Alliyah Agustin-AstleyThe event was a success.I smiled as I shook hands with everyone who had attended on such short notice. Despite everything that had happened, Alexander made sure they promised to come again next time. We apologized repeatedly for the blackout and the sudden disruption, but many of them only laughed it off, telling us that these things happened all the time and that none of it was our fault.When it came time to announce the winner, it was a young man whose work had captured not only my heart but the judges’ as well. His porcelain piece had been crafted with such quiet passion and sincerity that it felt alive in his hands.I decided to continue working with him for the next line we were planning to release with the company, and a percentage of his prize would go directly to charities.My heart felt full—so full it was almost surreal.It was as if I hadn’t been kidnapped just the night before, as if I hadn’t nearly become a toy for men who thought they could do w

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