All Chapters of Sold to a cruel man : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Night had spread its black cloak over the villa.Everything was asleep, or pretending to be.The silence was so thick you could almost hear thoughts.In the back room, Lena was curled up on her bed. She wasn't asleep.She couldn't anymore. The refusal she had dared to utter still echoed in her head. Her neck bore the marks of Ilyès's fingers. Her arms trembled.Dalia had brought her hot herbal tea and some ointment, but Lena hadn't swallowed anything. She had remained there, motionless, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, listening to every sound in the house. Every footstep. Every breath.Around one in the morning, she heard the manor door open. Then close.Silence. Then… footsteps.Heavy footsteps. Slow. Inevitable.She understood immediately.He was coming.She jumped up onto her bed. Her heart was pounding so hard it seemed to want to escape her chest.The doorknob turned."No... no... no..." she murmured, backing away.The door burst open.Ilyès entered. His eyes were dark. His face w

The car drove by in tense silence.The return journey from Ilyès's family home had been wordless, as if the evening had never happened.As if Léna hadn't been presented as a servant, standing in the shadows while the others ate, laughed, and decided the future of a lineage to which she would never belong.She clasped her hands together, her eyes fixed on the window.She didn't want to look at him. And he didn't look at her either.When they arrived at the villa, he got out first, slamming the door without a glance in her direction.Léna followed, her steps discreet. Her face neutral. But something burned in her stomach. A shame… all too familiar. The front door was already ajar. The soft click of heels echoed in the hall. And then she appeared.Silvia.A short black dress, slit up her thigh. Perfectly styled hair, a sweet perfume filling the air.She was smiling. A confident smile."You're late, love." She came over and kissed him on the cheek. Ilyès didn't push her away."I had a fam

The day had passed like a long sigh. Léna had finished her chores upstairs, cleaned, swept, wiped… Every precise movement. Automatic. But deep down, something stirred. She thought about the biscuits. About the coffee. About Riot's note, slipped into her pocket like a secret. And for the first time in a long time, she felt seen. A little. Around 5:40 p.m., she packed up her equipment, put her gloves back in their place, and went down to reception. As always. She settled into a discreet corner, where the security guards no longer chased her. Her eyes fixed on the large clock on the wall. 6:00 p.m. Still no sign of Ilyès.The glass doors suddenly opened. And it was him. Riot.Dark jeans, shirt rolled up to his forearms, hair disheveled as if he'd just come from an important meeting.Lena sat up.Her heart was beating faster.She didn't know if she could… if she had the right… but she wanted to thank him. He saw her immediately.And his face lit up.“You're still here,” he murmured, appro

It was 5:02 a.m. when Lena opened her eyes.The room was still plunged in darkness. Not a sound in the villa.Even the birds outside hadn't begun to sing. But something woke her suddenly.A burning sensation in her throat. A wave of nausea.She sat bolt upright, her hand over her mouth, her breath coming in gasps.Then, without even putting on slippers, she leaped out of bed, crossed the room barefoot, and rushed into the bathroom.As soon as the toilet lid was up, she leaned over the toilet and vomited.Violent spasms. Uncontrollable nausea.She felt as if her stomach was twisting.As if it wanted to expel more than just bile. She remained there, bent over, her arms trembling on the icy edge, her forehead pressed against the tiles. She was cold. She was hot. She shivered.Her ragged breath echoed in the small room, drowned out by the last gasps of her body rejecting everything.And then… Emptiness. Silence.She slid down the wall, to her knees, curled up, tears in her eyes.It wasn't

Night had already fallen when Ilyès returned home.The engine of his car purred for a moment in front of the gate before falling silent.The gate opened slowly.Then the doors slammed shut.He entered the villa, his steps heavy, his mood somber.His day had been long.Tense.Disgruntled investors, endless files, and that strange feeling… of losing control.But that was nothing compared to the silent irritation that tightened in his throat when he noticed Léna's absence.Usually, she would stand in a corner of the living room when he came home.Head bowed, hands clasped, submissive, conspicuous.Not tonight. The hall was empty. Dalia brought him a glass of cold water.He stared at her for a moment before asking:"Where is she?" The maid hesitated. . She looked away.“In her room. Since this morning.”“Since THIS morning?” he repeated, frowning.She nodded.“She said she was sick… so I left her. She won’t eat anything. She’s sleeping poorly. She cries sometimes, but… she doesn’t talk.”