The mafia ceo's substitute bride 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 6

[ SAMANTHA'S POV ]The morning light didn’t feel warm. It came through the curtains and forced my tired eyes open. My neck was stiff, and my back ached from sleeping curled up at the very edge of the mattress, but the physical soreness was nothing compared to the deep, aching rawness between my thighs. I felt sticky and completely ruined, a constant, humiliating reminder of the way he had taken me the night before, rough, thoughtless, and heavy. I had stayed frozen in that exact same position all night, too terrified to move or even breathe too loudly. Every little sound in the house had made my heart race, keeping me trapped in the memory of his weight pressing me into the mattress.I slowly turned my head, trying to keep the silk sheets from rustling. David hadn't moved. He lay flat on his stomach across the center of the bed, his massive frame taking up almost all the space. His dark hair was a messy tangle against the crisp white pillows, and one heavily muscled arm hung over the

[ SAMANTHA'S POV ] The sound of the heavy deadbolt clicking into place felt like a physical slap to my face. I didn't move. I couldn't. I stayed curled in that miserable ball, my forehead pressed against my knees, listening to the absolute silence of the locked room. The air felt completely thin, like a vacuum was sucking all the oxygen right out of my lungs. Inside my chest, my mind was screaming, a loud, chaotic noise of pure panic and despair. They did it. They really did it. My father and mother had completely traded my life to save their dying company, and Linda was probably celebrating in her clean, safe bed right now. They didn't just give me away, they threw me to a man who looked at me like I was a virus in his perfect house. I slowly lifted my head and looked down at my hands. They were shaking so badly my fingers looked blurred. I uncurled my stiff legs, the fabric of the heavy wedding dress swishing loudly against the quiet room. The cold morning air hit my bare skin

[ SAMANTHA'S POV ]The echo of the slamming door finally faded, leaving the kitchen completely dead silent.I stayed collapsed against the cold marble counter, my knees shaking so badly I couldn't even stand up straight. The room was dark, save for the pale, yellow light still leaking from the open refrigerator. On the floor, the piece of cold roast chicken and scattered grapes looked pathetic. I couldn’t even swallow the food left in my mouth. It tasted like absolute ash. I just spit it out onto the floor, my whole body trembling.She drugged my water, She's a monster a manipulative liar.My mother and sister's words kept looping in my head, over and over, slicing through my chest like a dull blade. Hmmmm. My own family. They didn't just sell me off to save their skin; they deliberately pulled the trigger to destroy my entire life. They made sure I had no exit door. No escape. I was completely branded a thief and a gold-digger by the whole world, and no one was ever going to believe