All Chapters of HIS BRIDE; HIS BED; HIS RULES.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Evangeline reached her building just after sunrise. Her legs ached from the night shift. Her hands were cold. Her eyes burned. All she wanted was to lie down on her small bed and rest for a few minutes.She pushed her key into the lock of her studio apartment. The hallway was quiet. Only the hum of the old light above her head filled the space.But the moment she opened her door, her body froze.Someone was inside.Her breath caught as her eyes moved to the bed and there he was.Damien.Her half brother. The one who never spoke to her unless it was to remind her of her place, to mock her for being born.He sat on her bed like he owned it, one leg crossed over the other, his arm resting on his knee. He didn’t look at her. He didn’t greet her. He simply stared around her tiny apartment with an empty, annoyed expression, like even the air offended him.Eva closed the door with shaky fingers. “Damien, you’re here.”He didn’t answer.Instead, he lifted a brow and snorted softly.“So this

WARNING +18.The rain pounded the streets as Roman gripped Eva's hand, pulling her through the downpour toward the glowing lights of the upscale hotel. Water streamed down their faces, soaking their clothes to the skin. Eva's heart hammered in her chest, a mix of excitement and nerves twisting inside her. This was her first time, did she really want this? With Roman? The thought made her cheeks burn even as the cold rain chilled her.They burst through the lobby doors, dripping water everywhere. The staff nodded and bowed slightly to Roman, but Eva didn't notice, too focused on the warmth of his hand in hers and the way her wet shirt clung to her body. He led her straight to the elevator, his arm around her waist, shielding her from the curious glances.Up in the suite, the door clicked shut behind them, shutting out the storm. The room was warm, lit softly by lamps, with a king-sized bed dominating the space. Roman grabbed a thick towel from the bathroom and turned to her. 'Come her

Evageline sat on the cold floor of her locked room in the basement. The walls felt close, pressing in on her. She had not eaten much that day. They brought her food only once, a small plate of bread and water pushed through the door slot. It tasted dry in her mouth. Twice a day, two guards came to bathe her. They dragged her to the small bathroom attached to the room, stripped her clothes off, and scrubbed her skin hard with rough cloths. Water splashed everywhere, cold and stinging.The guards laughed as they worked. Their voices echoed loud in the small space. "Three days left," one said, counting on his fingers. "Then you're done, girl. No more baths for you." The other joined in, his laugh sharp. "Two days? No, three. Tick tock." Evageline kept her eyes down, her body shaking. She felt small and broken. Her arms were thin now, her skin pale from lack of sun. The mocking words hurt more than the cold water. She wanted to scream, but her voice stayed trapped inside.Night came slo

Roman held Eva’s hands as they walked out.His grip was firm, warm, steady. He stayed close, his body angled toward her like a shield. The small space behind them felt far away now. Ahead waited cars, guards, and a life he had planned in detail. He had chosen the place for the honeymoon himself. Quiet. Safe. Away from everyone who had ever touched her wrong. He had planned days of rest, soft beds, warm food, silence. He wanted to show her that he could protect her. That nothing would reach her again.“Slow,” he said gently. “I’ve got you.”Eva nodded, but her steps were unsteady. Her head felt light. The floor seemed to tilt. Sounds grew dull around her, like cotton pressed to her ears. Her fingers tightened around his hands.“Roman,” she whispered.He turned to her at once. “What is it?”Her vision blurred. The world spun hard.“I feel” Her words faded.Her knees gave out.Roman caught her as she fell, his arms locking around her body. “Eva!” His voice rose, sharp with fear. He pulle

Eva woke with a sharp turn in her stomach.The first thing she felt was heat. The second was movement. A low hum filled her ears. Her eyes opened slowly, blinking against soft light. White ceiling. Leather seat. The faint vibration beneath her body.The plane.Her stomach rolled hard.Eva sucked in a breath and covered her mouth, panic flashing through her. The taste at the back of her throat turned sour. She pushed herself upright too fast, dizziness hitting at once.Roman was there immediately.“Eva,” he said, his voice alert. “What’s wrong?”She pressed a hand to her mouth and shook her head, eyes watering. “I feel sick.”Roman frowned. He looked around quickly, then back at her. “Air sickness,” he said at once. “I should have thought of that.”She leaned forward, swallowing hard. Her body felt weak, her skin clammy. This was not new. She knew this feeling. Morning sickness. Again.But she said nothing.Roman reached for the button above his seat. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t re