Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Tyrant's captive bride : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Harper The door to our room swings open way too early the next morning. I am already half out of the bed in my head. The card from Raymond burns a hole in my palm under the pillow. I think okay this is it. I am going to fake another dizzy spell if I have to. I plan to slip out during the shift change. I want to meet that black SUV in the garage and just vanish before Elias shows up with his “we’re going home” bullshit.Aurora is still snoring in her bed like she does not have a care in the world. She mumbles something about “free Jell-O day” in her sleep. I almost laugh because yeah, that is exactly the level of priorities we have in this clown show of a hospital stay. I whisper at her, “Hey, wake up, today is the day I become a ghost. You better cover for me if any nurse asks where the crazy roommate went.”She cracks one eye open. She smirks that evil little smirk and says, “Ghost? Please, you will trip over your own drama and Elias will just drag you back by the hair. But fine, I

Harper Viktor pulled the car up in front of the penthouse , I got out before he could even open the door for me. My legs felt like jelly from all the crying in therapy. My eyes were still puffy and my nose was stuffed up but my mouth would not stay shut. The words from the session kept buzzing in my head like angry bees that would not leave me alone. I just want normal school. I just want to sit in a classroom and pretend I am not married to a guy who probably killed my friend. I slammed the car door harder than I needed to. The sound echoed in the underground garage and Viktor gave me a quick look in the rearview but I did not care. I marched straight inside with my shoes slapping the floor loud enough to announce I was angry.The elevator ride up felt too short. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. The doors opened straight into the penthouse and there he was. Elias standing in the living room scrolling on his phone like nothing in the world could touch him.

Elias I’m done. I am completely done.I sit in my office chair with my elbows on the desk and my forehead pressed into my palms. The room is quiet except for the ticking clock on the wall. In front of me is a glass of whiskey that I poured almost an hour ago. I have not touched it. The smell reaches me every time I breathe, sharp and heavy, but even that feels like something I do not deserve right now. The burn would probably calm me down for a few minutes, and honestly, I do not think I deserve calm.Three weeks.Three long, miserable weeks since Harper came home from the hospital, and nothing has been normal since then. Fuck nothing was even normal before then. She treats my bedroom like it is dangerous. Like stepping inside will kill her. Every single night she locks the door from the inside. Some nights she even pushes a chair under the knob. A chair. Like I am some kind of monster who will break the door down just to get to her.It drives me insane.I knock. I try to talk. Somet

Elias She wakes up before I do, her body shifting against mine in the tangled sheets, and I feel it right away that little hitch in her breath, the way her thighs squeeze together like she’s trying to squash whatever’s building inside her again. The drug’s still in her system, I know that much, because her skin’s hot, feverish, pressing into me, and when her eyes flutter open, they’re not clear, not yet, but hazy, needy, pissed off all at once. She turns her head slowly , looks at me sleeping or pretending to and I see the war on her face, lips parting like she wants to spit something venomous but her body betrays her, hand sliding down her own stomach before she catches herself.“Fuck,” she mutters under her breath, voice raspy from all the screaming last night, and she tries to roll away, but I grab her hip quickly , pull her back flush against my chest, my morning wood already poking at her ass like it has a mind of its own.“Morning, sunshine,” I say, voice gravelly from sleep, s

Harper I wake up alone and it’s like the room slaps me in the face with how quiet it is. No heavy breathing, no arm pinning me down, just this empty spot on the mattress where Elias should be and the second I register that my whole body screams. Everything hurts. My thighs burn, my hips feel bruised like someone took a hammer to them, there are bite marks on my neck that sting when I touch them, and between my legs Jesus, it’s raw and sticky and throbbing so bad I actually hiss when I shift. The drugs are gone. Completely. No more fuzzy glow, no more floating, just me and the memories crashing in like a wrecking ball.Him growling about knocking me up, my tits leaking milk, gym squats so my ass bounces better for him. Me screaming his name while I came and hated myself for it. He drugged me. He straight-up admitted it last night like it was some cute little secret. Panic explodes in my chest so hard I can’t breathe right. I have to get out. Now. Before he walks back in with coffee or