rything that I had been through since I walked into the Beckett mansio

er-in-law and brought back to my room, left there to starve. The worst part

as I watched Nicholas walk in. His muscular body reminded me of the pain I fel

told me you were sneaking up on me when I was h

face as he used his other hand to press me against his rock-har

u, you're nothing but a poor soul that your parents sold to get rich. Your father begged m

words as fear enveloped me. The forc

winced. "Understand?" he deman

my body trembling with a m

ing me. I stumbled back, catchin

one of cold indifference. "Remember, Charlotte, you're

ly?" The words protruded out of my

could get the chance to respond, a resounding slap hit

question me?" he growled, his face inches from mine, his breath hot and furious. "You

ully into my flesh. I whimpered, tears streaming do

harlotte?" he sneered. "You ha

ng me to look into his cold, menacing eyes. "You will do as you'

oat. The defiance that had momentarily surf

wall and forcefully onto the bed. His fingers went down my pantyline, and I tried to push him away, but he was too

ve the right to touch you how I want," he wh

pinned me down, and his breath was hot and oppressive against my skin. Despera

y voice breaking. "Pl

oed in the room. "Begging won't help you, Ch

th a mixture of fear and rage. This wasn't love; it was possession. I wa

to choke out, my voice tremblin

omething human-regret, perhaps, or doubt. But it vanished as quickly

aid simply, as if that

ummoning the strength I didn't know I had, I pushed Nicholas away. He came back at me, but this time I managed to

" Nicholas groaned, chasing after me. Despit

ion, breaking free from their vicious torture. I burst through t

close behind me. "Do you think you can escape, Char

y cries for help. My feet were starting to ache from the relentless sprint. Suddenl

the car against my body, and then everythi