All Chapters of The Tyrant's captive bride : Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

Harper..Elias doesn’t even wait for me to stop shaking on the floor, he just reaches down and hooks his fingers under the hem of my bloody shirt and yanks it up over my head in one quick motion, like we’re late for some normal date night and I’m still holding the knife handle even though he already pulled it out of his own chest twice now and I’m gasping “what the hell are you doing put that back on I’m not doing this with you right now” but he just tosses the shirt in the corner and his voice is all low and soft like he’s talking to a kid who scraped her knee “shower first Harper, you’re covered in Sophia’s blood and mine and I don’t want our baby swimming in that mess come on arms up” I try to slap his hands away but he’s already undoing my jeans and sliding them down my legs along with my underwear and I’m naked before I can even finish yelling, “don’t you dare touch me you just killed her you sick bastard and now you want shower time like we’re some happy couple” but he’s alrea

Harper “I had to Harper, he was going to hurt you bad and I wasn’t going to let that happen, I know everything about you, even the stuff with your dad, how he used to maltreat you and your siblings even though he had all that money, I almost stepped in there too but” and I cut him off fast because my stomach drops and I’m thinking what if he had something to do with dad too what if he caused all that mess just to swoop in and play hero and I shove the thought down deep because if that’s true, I’ll kill myself right here in this shower I swear and I can’t even process it all my head is spinning too fast and I snap “don’t you dare bring my dad into this, I don’t want to hear it I can’t assimilate any of this, you’re telling me you’ve been ruining lives for me since I was a kid and expecting me to what thank you and spread my legs” he sighs “you will thank me one day when our baby is here and you’re safe and happy I promise”.I’m a mess now crying and moaning and laughing that crazy lau

Harper I hit the ground on the other side wrong, ankle twisting sharp under me with this pop that makes me yelp “fuck fuck fuck” loud enough that a couple birds scatter, and I’m hobbling there cursing Elias for every single thing he’s ever done to my body when this girl comes running up from the parking lot edge, all wide-eyed and helpful like she’s been waiting for drama. “Harper? Oh my god, are you okay? That looked bad, here let me…” It’s Lauren, the kind one from my old psych class who always shared notes and smiled too much, and I don’t trust her for shit because what if Elias planted her, what if this is another spy like Sophia, but my ankle is throbbing and I’m already late on my window so I snap, “Back off, Lauren, I don’t need a babysitter, I’m fine, go study or whatever normal people do.” She doesn’t listen, just kneels right there ignoring my glare and pulls a little first-aid kit from her bag like some girl-scout psycho, wrapping my ankle quick and tight while she babble