All Chapters of DIVORCED BY EX, NOW HIS RIVAL'S QUEEN : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️This chapter contains mature and dark themes involving a toxic and abusive marriage. Please proceed with caution.Key Triggers: Domestic Violence, Physical Assault, Pregnancy Loss, Coercion, Emotional and verbal abuse, Blackmail, and Trauma Responses.~ Sienna's Pov ~The door slams shut behind him, and I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding. I drag my body off the bed and start moving towards the bathroom.The bathroom light is bright as I step in, and I avoid the mirror to prevent myself from seeing the state of my body. I turn on the shower, twisting the knob until steam begins to rise before stepping under the spray when it is finally hot enough.I gasp as the hot water hits my skin. Grabbing the soap and the washcloth, I start scrubbing my arms, my chest, my thighs—anywhere he touched. Anywhere he hurt. The washcloth is rough against my skin, but I scrub harder until my flesh turns angry red.My sobs are more violent, now ripping through my ches

~ Sienna’s POV ~Vincent didn’t come home two nights ago.He didn’t come to work the next day, either.Or the day after that.For forty-eight hours, Vincent Ashford was nowhere to be seen. He had missed the meeting with the investors which made them very angry. I and Mr Henderson had to plead with them to reschedule.It is already 9:55 AM. The board members are already seated in the main conference room and Vincent is still nowhere to be seen.The atmosphere is toxic. Mr. Henderson, the majority shareholder, is pacing the length of the room, checking his Rolex every thirty seconds.“Where the hell is he?” Henderson barks, turning his glare on me. “The investors are on their way as we speak. We need him here today or we will lose the investments. If he isn’t here in five minutes, Sienna, I’m calling a vote of no confidence.”I stand by the door, running on caffeine and a deep, simmering rage that I am too terrified to let out because it will swallow everybody.My eyes feel like they ar

~ Sienna’s POV ~ The rain is heavy as I start walking, placing one foot in front of the other and just like that I take one step at a time away from that hell of a house. I have no idea where I was going. All I know is that I just need to keep walking. The rain soaks my hair and my clothes. My white shirt went see-through just from ten minutes of walking in the rain. I can feel it sticking to my bra, to my stomach, to every roll and curve I used to hide from Vincent’s disgusted stares. Now even strangers could see everything but there are no strangers because the streets are empty except for a few cars to pass by. So, It’s just me, my thoughts and the endless storm. I am holding my heels which I had removed the second I stepped out of the penthouse in one hand and my bag in the other. I am finally free. Free. The word keeps hitting me in the chest, over and over, like a fist. But free to do what exactly,Sienna? Free to sleep under a bridge? Free to watch my little sister g

~ Alistair's Pov~ The air in my dimly lit exclusive hotel suite is thick with the scent of coconut and white florals. Brielle, a sub is already on her knees in front of me wearing a black lingerie set with her hands resting obediently on her thighs. She is a professional at what she does, which is to take whatever it is given to her by men who have too much money and too many demons. I am seated on the black sofa with a glass of whiskey in my hand. My blood is too hot. It feels like battery acid running through my veins. Despite taking everything away from Thomas Miller, I feel nothing but a restless, violent itch under my skin. I need to scratch it. I need to tear something apart. Brielle unbuckles my belt while I take a sip from my glass. She shoves my trousers down, freeing my length. I am already hard—a painful, throbbing erection that has nothing to do with arousal. I don't do vanilla sex. I prefer the rough and primal kind of release. She leans forward a

~ Sienna’s POV ~ “You’re pregnant” Dr Iris’ words echo countless times in my head. They don’t make sense. They can’t make sense. The air in the room suddenly vanishes as though it’s been sucked out by the vents, by the walls, by the horrific reality of what Dr. Iris just said. You’re Pregnant. But that’s impossible, I can’t be pregnant. Vincent makes sure that I take birth control pills each time he fucks me, he practically forces it down my throat if I try to resist. So how did this happen? I placed my hand on my stomach. It’s flat. Nothing about it has changed. It feels the same as it did yesterday. It feels the same as it did when I walked out of that penthouse. There has to be a mistake. Yes, the test results has to be wrong. “No,” I whisper, shaking my head. The movement makes the room spin, but I don’t care. “Check it again. You’re wrong. You have to be wrong.” Dr. Iris looks at me with a calm, professional look “The tests are conclusive, Sienna. Your HCG levels—” “I d