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Chapter 1.

⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ This chapter contains mature and dark themes involving a toxic and abusive marriage. Please proceed with caution.Key Triggers: Emotional and verbal Abuse, Sexual Assault, Domestic violence, physical abuse and Forced Medication.~ Sienna’s Pov~“You’re nothing but a whore, always remember that.”Vincent whispers in my ear as I grit my teeth, my eyes fixed on the ceiling as I force my mind to count the pattern detaching my soul from my body which he is currently using as a ragdoll.When he finally finishes, he pulls out of me with a grunt, leaving me aching and shaking on the king sized bed.The pressure on his side of the bed shifts as he stands before grabbing one of the expensive fluffy white hand towels from the nightstand and wipes himself, wiping me off his cock with a look of pure, unaulterated disgust on his face.Like I am nothing but dirt he just stepped in.I close my eyes as tears stream down my face, soaking the pillow. I try to hold them back, but t

Chapter 2.

⚠️ 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

Chapter 3.

~ Sienna's POV ~“Chloe Martinez is back!”I feel all the blood drain from my face. “That’s—”“Mr. Ashford's ex,” she continues “You know, the one he never got over. Someone spotted them at the airport last night.”She is back.Chloe is back.Maya chatters on.“Apparently, she has been in Paris for two years, and now she is back but nobody knows why. Everyone's talking about it. Look.”She says as she pulls out her phone, scrolls through some pictures and turns the screen to me.And then I see it.It’s a paparazzi shot that was taken at the airport. Vincent is there. He's wearing a charcoal suit looking handsome and all. But it’s his face that kills me.He isn't scowling. He isn't looking at his phone.He is looking at her. Actually looking.Chloe is standing next to him holding a little boy. A boy. He looks about three. The same age my baby would have been if I hadn't…Vincent has one hand on the small of her back, guiding her and the boy towards the waiting SUV.And he is smiling.A

Chapter 4.

~ 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

Chapter 5.

~ Sienna’s POV ~I don’t take a cab. I need time to think, to figure out what to do next.So I walk.I walk forty blocks in heels that are blistering my feet, dragging my body through the city like a wounded animal. My hip is still throbbing in pain, and my arm still aches from his grip.But the physical pain and dizziness is nothing compared to the noise in my head.I have no job, but I have my savings. Will it be enough to take care of my sister and I until I find a new job?By the time I reach the penthouse building, I am highly exhausted and breathing raggedly. The doorman, George, looks at me with pity as he opens the door.I keep my head down, mumbling a thank you, and head straight for the private elevator.I checked with Maya who confirmed that Vincent left with Chloe few minutes after I left.Also pictures of them heading to the hotel are everywhere which means the house is empty.I just need five minutes. Just five minutes to grab my birth certificate and my passport.Then I

Chapter 6.

~ 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

Chapter 7.

~Alistair’s POV~ (Three Days before Sienna's accident) “Please, Mr. Kincaid. I have a family.” Thomas Miller crumbles in front of me while I check my watch. I have a meeting by noon. Damn, he is wasting my time. I look at this pathetic excuse for a man who once believed that he was some big-shot CEO, who woke up this morning thinking today would be like any other day. That he'd waltz into his office, bark orders at his secretary, maybe close another deal before lunch. He was wrong. Because right now, he looks like he's about to piss himself in that expensive suit. “We all have families, and you should have thought about that before involving yourself with the Ashfords, Thomas.” My voice comes out flat. Devoid of emotion. I don't shout. I don't need to. Men like me—we don't raise our voices to get things done. But when we do raise our voice? Well. Let's just say it's already too late for the victim by then. The color drains from his face so fast I can practically wat

Chapter 8.

~ 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

Chapter 9.

~ Sienna’s POV ~ Is this what death feels like? Just some cold, empty black hole where everything smells like bleach and antiseptic with that annoying beeping sound. My head hurts as though someone keeps smashing it with a hammer. Every inch of my body hurts. My arms, my legs. I try to open my eyes, but they feel like they’ve been glued shut. They are heavy, like I’ve been sleeping for a hundred years. I guess I’m not dead. Dead people don’t feel pain. Dead people don’t feel like they got run over by a truck. Beep. Beep. Beep. That sound. It’s a goddamn rhythmic beeping that makes my heart race. I finally force my eye open and all is see is white as bright blinding lights shine into my eyes, almost forcing me to squeeze them shut again instantly. “Fuck,” I groan, my throat dry. I blink rapidly until the room comes into focus. White. Everything is white. The walls are white even the bed I’m currently lying in is covered in white sheets. An IV line snaking from my arm to a b

Chapter 10.

~ 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 leve

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