All Chapters of FROM DISCARDED WIFE TO UNTOUCHABLE WOMAN : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Finn-” Karen whispered in between the kiss, pressing her hand against his chest and trying to resist him. “Please, Karen.” He pleaded, deepening the kiss and pressing down on her. “Don't make me hurt you again.” Karen shut her eyes tight, only to open them back with so much speed it seemed as if she was running from something. Indeed, she was. Everywhere she turned, she saw Kelvin, heard his voice; ‘Go on, baby..yes…ah,’ and Karen saw herself on top of him, riding him to pleasure. Finn was busy with her neck, sucking on it while his hands roamed over her skin. He had peeled off the thin strap of her dress, leaving her shoulder bare. Karen's mind was too far gone to gather the strength to resist him like she does. In fact, the more he touched her, the more she relived the night before. Everything was going smoothly, Finn was glad that despite his plans last night falling through, it could be that Karen was still under the influence, even though it's partially. Until Karen opened

Serena's POV The news was the first thing I saw. I recognized our shoot picture together. It was by the side of the screen with a video of the engagement party playing. A small smile crept up my lips. A nurse walked in. She gasped when she saw me awake. “Ma'am, you're awake!” I blinked, not knowing how to react. There was genuine happiness in her eyes, and her face radiated with a glow that could make anyone think she was my sister by blood.Unable to stop herself, she grabbed my arm gently. “Do you feel okay? Are you hurting anywhere?”With her grip, I managed to sit up, wincing at the pain that reverberated from my legs and spread out through my body.“Just a slight headache.” I replied.She nodded. “It's just as it should be. You have been unconscious for five days since the surgery.”“Surgery?”She nodded again, and lowered her voice. “You have no idea how happy I am, ma'am! We all found it mysterious that you had an accident on the night of your engagement.”She continued,

Serena's POV I couldn't believe my ears. Is he really choosing to keep me by his side? I know the conditions are scary, but I imagined an angrier Elliot. I guess he couldn't be that angry, after all I lost the child and he didn't spend a dime on it.“Which are you choosing, huh? Don't you want to leave anymore?”I didn't know what to say. Words failed me. “If you're thinking of a way out, forget it. You can't escape.” “Blackmailing me again, aren't you?” I said with a sad smile. “Don't you remember what I told you in the car?” He paused and continued, “We use what we have to get what we want.” “Whatever.” I wiped my tears and preferred to change the topic. “Have the police found the culprit?”He raised a brow, “Why are you concerned about that?”“I have to know who killed my child.”“The accident couldn't have been intentional, Serena. Besides, you left the party and-” he paused, as if something clicked. “Hold on, why did you leave the party?”“I needed some time alone.”“At that

Serena turned to her abruptly. “Joke about anything else, Karen, just not that.”Karen took her friend's hand. “I am serious, Serena! If not, why else would he keep you by his side?”“The answer is simple. He wants to punish me. He can't bear the idea of letting me go. I bruised his ego.”“Well…that is not entirely wrong. But beneath all that is his true feelings. Think about it! It's just like in those novels we read back in college.”Serena chuckled, “that was college, Karen. Plus, novels are fictional.”“But just think about it, Serena. Elliot is dangerous and manipulative. The second he found out, you'd have been in jail or even in a place far worse.”She continued, “But he paid for your treatment, and is pushing ahead with the wedding. He even wants you to carry his heir. Talk about possessiveness!”Serena snatched her hand away. “You're exaggerating. Elliot cannot be in love with me. I'm just a tool to help him climb up.”Karen made a face, causing Serena to roll her eyes. “An

Serena's POV It was a week before the wedding, and the house was a whirlwind of activity.The house had turned into a factory of silk and measuring tape. Seamstresses knelt around my ankles, florists argued with the decorators, and every few minutes someone asked me to smile, turn, or breathe in.I went through it all absent-mindedly. Elliot had been around for most of the week, but all he'd done was give me instructions. "Eat. Rest. Take the medication." That was it. He still hadn't given me the police report, and I was starting to get frustrated.I'd asked Austin about it twice, but both times he'd just looked at his shoes and said, "Mr. Vance says the police are handling it." That was the end of it. I stopped asking because it was clear that was all I was going to get. "I have a checkup," I told the stylist on Thursday morning, slipping out of the dress. "The doctor said I shouldn't miss it."That was the truth. The checkup was at ten, and it was at the hospital, just seven minu