All Chapters of HIS BRIDE; HIS BED; HIS RULES.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

11 Chapters

CHAPTER ONE: "HAVE WE MET BEFORE"

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

CHAPTER TWO: "LET ME GIVE YOU MORE THAN A MOMENT"

Eva held the glass Roman gave her with both hands. Her fingers shook a little, but her eyes stayed on him. The alcohol in her system made her warm, but her mind was not lost. She was far from the point of forgetting things.Roman noticed the three empty bottles beside her. His brows pulled together.“You drank all of these?” he asked.Eva shrugged. “It helps.”“With this amount?” Roman said quietly. “You should be on the floor.”“I’m used to it,” she answered. Her voice stayed light, but her face tightened.Roman searched her expression. “Used to drinking?”Eva let out a soft breath. “When your life looks like mine, drowning the pain feels normal.”He looked at her for a long moment, then said, “The party barely started. Isn’t it too early for a beauty like you to drink like this?”Eva’s lips curved into a small, tired smile. “You came to me. I should praise you. You cracked the code.”Roman tilted his head slightly. “What code?”She laughed, a quiet, humorless sound. “If my sister se

CHAPTER THREE: "I WANT THIS TO BE RIGHT WITH YOU"

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

CHAPTER FOUR: "SHE IS MINE NOW, MINE TO CLAIM"

Eva tried not to make a sound as she hurried down the stairs. Her breath was uneven. Her dress clung to her skin. Her hair was a mess from the night. She pressed her lips together, praying no one saw her leave the room.She reached the entrance of the hallway, she bumped into something, hard,heavy and then she stopped to look up.Matteo stood there.Tall. Cold. Sharp eyes that didn’t blink.Eva froze. Her chest tightened.Matteo looked her up and down slowly, taking in the undone zipper, the swollen lips, the way she held her shoes in her hands. His jaw shifted, almost like he was annoyed she existed.“Where is Roman?” he asked, voice flat.Eva pointed behind her, not trusting her voice. “In the room.” She shutters.She didn’t wait for his reply. She slipped past him and moved fast, almost running. Matteo didn’t follow. He only watched her leave.When she disappeared around the corner, Matteo pushed open the bedroom door.Roman was on the bed, still half-naked, sitting up with his bac

CHAPTER FIVE: "PREGNANT"

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

CHAPTER 6: "THE WEDDING"

The night before the wedding, Evageline was dragged out of the basement.The door opened hard. Hands grabbed her arms. She cried out, pain shooting through her head where the stitches still pulled. The guards did not slow. They hauled her up the stairs, her bare feet scraping the floor. Her body was weak, her stomach empty, her head light. She could barely stand, but they kept pulling.“She has to look decent,” one of them said. “Orders from Roman.”Eva’s heart jumped at the name. Roman. Tomorrow. Death.They pushed her into a bedroom upstairs. Bright lights burned her eyes. A maid rushed in right after, her face tight with fear. The door was locked behind them.“Hurry,” the maid whispered. “We don’t have time.”Eva stood there, shaking, while the maid stripped off her thin clothes. Bruises showed on her arms. The cut on her forehead was still wrapped, the bandage stained. The maid sucked in a breath but said nothing. She wiped Eva down fast, careful near her head. Then she brought ou

CHAPTER 7: "MINE TO PROTECT"

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

CHAPTER 8: "TAKE IT DOWN"

Roman carried Eva into the house himself.He did not let anyone touch her.Her body was light in his arms, too light. Her head rested against his chest, her breathing slow and even. The moment they crossed the doorway, she sighed softly and slipped fully into sleep, like her body had been holding on only until she felt safe.Roman did not speak. He walked straight to the bedroom.The room was dim, quiet, prepared earlier in the day. Fresh sheets. Warm lights. No noise. He lowered her carefully onto the bed, easing her head onto the pillow, making sure the bandage on her forehead was not pressed. He pulled the blanket over her, stopping at her shoulders.She did not stir.Roman stayed standing for a moment, watching her face. In sleep, she looked younger. Softer. The fear lines on her face eased, but the marks remained. Bruises faint under makeup. Lips pale. Hands curled near her chest like she was still guarding herself.His jaw tightened.He removed his jacket and shoes, then lay bes

CHAPTER 9: "WILL YOU TALK OR I WILL MAKE THEM"

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

10: "HE WON'T BELIEVE ME"

Darkness swallowed Evageline whole. In the nightmare, she stood in the middle of a cold empty room while blood spread across the floor beneath her bare feet. Her stomach was swollen, heavy with the child growing inside her, and terror squeezed her throat so hard she could barely breathe. Roman stood across from her dressed in black, his eyes glowing red like something monstrous had taken over him. A gun rested in his hand, aimed directly at her stomach, his expression empty and cruel. The air felt thick as he stepped closer, his voice cold enough to freeze her bones when he asked, “Whose baby is that?”Eva burst into tears immediately, shaking so hard she almost collapsed to her knees. She wrapped both arms around her stomach protectively while backing away from him. “Yours,” she sobbed desperately, her voice cracking apart. “Roman, it’s yours, I swear it’s yours.” His face twisted with rage instead of belief, and his grip on the gun tightened. “Liar,” he hissed, his voice echoing aro

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