ica'
a lost shadow, his presence commanding the room as he spoke to different guests. His grip on my hand
an older man with silver hair and s
e said with a charming s
my stomach twisting in di
sipping his wine. "Being married to
ff like a piece of property? That I was standing here in a
p on my wrist tightened. "That's enough, Mr. Benn
he older man chuckled, raising his glass in surre
away, his fingers digging into my skin. The second w
allow it," he murmured agai
breath catchin
sine waited for us, and without another word, he pushed open the door, motioning f
the window. I stole a glance at Raymond, who had already poured himself a g
hering my courag
speak?" he cut me off coldly
y went
stay at bay. I turned my face away, staring out the window. The reality of my situ
p. One of the guards opened the door, and as
something out of a dream
, the marble pillars, the cascading waterfall in the ce
f it felt
aring me a glance. I quickly followed, my
ld chandeliers, polished wooden staircases
t a guest. I w
oward us, bowing deepl
his tone low. Then, without anothe
. "Mr. Shaw has instructed me to show you
lowing her through t
oks I'd probably never touch, the massive kitchen where chefs prepared gourme
d in front of a doo
your room
the first time that day,
t filled with expensive dresses, a balcony overlooking a beautiful gard
word. The maid hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether to say someth
om was
, my wedding dress pooling around me.
s my li
pulling out my belongings, placing them in the wardrobe even though I knew n
my phone and turned it on
's name over and over. My fingers
on? Why are people saying yo
her
e back.
anot
rents but they refused to l
him, to explain everything, to beg h
was t
ion as I clutched th
e bed, exhaustion
t when I woke up, the room was dark. My
e soft creak of my
steps, Slow a
before I could react, a hand gra
ym
grip firm but not painful. His lips cu
, my pulse hamme
ne before he leaned down, h
nstairs f
me and walked away, leavi