All Chapters of THE HEIRESS'S REBIRTH:REBORN AS A THORN IN MY HUSBAND'S PATH: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rose's POV The air in the lounge was toxic. Richard held the cup against my lips with a grip that felt like iron bands. The metallic tang of the tea steamed up into my nose, a scent that triggered an involuntary shudder through my body. The same scent of the basement, I felt a familiar terror crawling into my skin. My heart hammered against my ribs in a frantic rhythm. I raised my hand up slowly to hold the base of the cup. Finally a thought dropped into my mind. I should just faint right now, that would have been a good idea but what if I got injected with the drug instead. As I closed my eyes, forcing a shaky breath, preparing to tilt the cup not into my mouth, but onto my own dress, in a fake spill. CLICK! CLICK! Heavy clicking of boots stumped on the marble floor behind me. "This place doesn't look bad," a voice interrupted, cold, smooth and devastatingly calm. It was a familiar voice. Richard froze instantly, his eyes brushing past me to see who it was. Richard's mum gas

FLASHBACK; Rose's POV I felt it. The sting was immediate, blinding and absolute. I had just been hit by my husband again. This was not the first time. Nor the second. I honestly can't count how many times I had been hit in my own father's mansion.You know, it wasn't just the physician pain of Richard's open palm colliding with my cheek. It was the utter humiliation of it. I stumbled backward, my shoulder hitting the door frame of the guest bedroom. I didn't fall, but I felt the world tilt violently on its axis."How dare you question me?" Richard's voice was a low growl, vibrating with an intoxicating mix of rage. He stood over me, his chest heaving, his face flushed not with guilt, but with the indignation of a man who believed he was invisible.I held my cheek, my eyes stinging with hot tears that were a mix of pain and sadness. Moments ago, I had walked into our room looking for my husband. Instead, I found him on top my best friend in our own matrimonial bed. My next move was

Rose's Pov"What have you done to me, you bastard?!" I yelled, at the top of my lungs, trying to force my weak muscles out of the bed, but it wouldn't budge."Where am I? "I am not crazy, I swear!" I cried out; hot tears trailed down my cheeks. I was thrashing against the heavy, silk sheets, jerking violently, genuinely convinced I was locked in the stark confines of the asylum. My hands were frantically tearing at my own hair, convinced Richard had brought me to the same asylum like he did in my past life. I was reliving my past all over again. Couldn't believe I went back to the past and still failed.Suddenly the bedroom door slammed open. Richard rushed in, his blue silk top slightly unbuttoned at the collar, followed by the same damn nurse that drugged me in my past life. Her eyes were still remarkably cold, her face a mask of indifference.I felt the needle in my arm, the cold numbness spreading through my limbs, making my muscles unresponsive despite my attempts to throw myself

Rose's PovDerek burst through the heavy armoured door of his glass mansion, carrying me on his arms, his jaw was set like granite, and his eyes were burning with a terrifying intensity.My body felt weak, but not that weak for Derek to overreact like this. I was too weak to even tell him to slow the fuck down, the way he panicked made me want to panic too. I only told him in the car, I was feeling a sharp pain on my chest, what's with all this reaction."Call Dr. Silas. Now!" Derek roared at the stunned guard in the living room. "Tell him if he isn't here in five minutes, I will burn him alive.""Yes, Sir!" the guard stammered, frantically grabbing his radio and sprinted toward the door.Derek didn't wait. He bolted up the staircase, his heavy boots echoing, I was clinging to him, my brain trying to process the violent shift from the mansion to this glass fortress."Let me go!" I am fine!" I whispered, my voice soft and thin. "We should go back to my father's house, before Richard's

Derek's POV "If this video isn't off every social media platform in ten minutes, I will hold every single one of you accountable," I roared into my phone, slamming my hand down on my mahogany table.I sat in the center of my glass walled office, the view of city lights doing nothing to soften the lethal rage that burned in my blood. I needed to get something done. I needed to put that asswhole behind bars, before the worst would happen again. I recalled, the news of Rose's death, it was all over news channels on that day, the memory sent a sharp pain to my head that only fueled my anger even more."Fuck!" I slammed my phone onto the desk, watching it bounce off the polished wood. I tried to calm myself down, but my temper just won't budge. The thought of Rose, fragile and confused only fueled the fire in my veins. They had ruined her almost beyond repair, the trauma had been just too much for her to handle. My phone rang again. "Talk to me! Is it still online?""Sir, we are trying,"