I screamed, my voice muffled by my bonds. "You use my trauma a

all me, Eleanor? Who's the monster here? The woman who manipulates, who pushes, who destroys everythi

o to that poor girl? Did you enjoy watching her suffer? Did you revel in her fear, just like you rev

ht. My body shook with silent sobs, the tears scalding my cheeks. Every fiber o

g second, I thought I saw a flicker of something, a ghost of the man he once was,

outh crashed down on mine, a brutal, punishing kiss that tasted of anger and blood. It was a vi

d?" he snarled, his voice a low growl. "You were the one who broke me, Eleanor.

oid of emotion. "Not yet. But you will learn your place, Eleanor.

Because of you." His words were a fresh stab, twisting the knife alr

t of dominance, of punishment, forcing me to bear the consequences of his warped perception. When it was over, he pulled away with a shudder of disgus

never spoke, his face a stone mask, his actions cold and deliberate. He would inflict pain, both physical and emotional, a relentless assault on my body and

sness. It was a vicious game, a twisted power play, and I was merely a pawn in his sadistic chess match. Each time, he woul

r amidst the despair. I managed to convince a bribed maid to get me a pregnancy test. The t

be, just maybe, this could change things. A baby, a symbol of new beginnings, a bridge back to the man he onc

with a mixture of terror and hope. I

king bodyguards flanked him, their faces impassive, their presence radiating menace. My

ld, ruthless resolve. They advanced, their heavy footsteps echoing in the silent

nds, my voice raw with terror. "Adrien, st

, his eyes devoid of warmth. "And you think that changes anything?

ming down my face. "Our baby! Your b

ith contempt. "Don't you remember, Eleanor? I never wanted a child with you. Not after what ha

gacy tarnished by someone like you. Not anymore." His words were a cruel, calculated blow, tearing thro

e fight left me, drained by his brutal words, by the sheer, unyielding cruelty of h

drien, holding me close, whispering promises of a future, of a family. His hand on my stomach, a soft, tender caress. One day,

r, ripped away. A silent scream tore through my soul, but n

hallway, my eyes, heavy and unfocused, caught a glimpse of Adrien. He stood by the window, his back to me, his arm wrapped around Daphne. Her head was nestled

A gesture of tenderness, of intimacy, stolen from me, now bestowed upon her. A cold, hard knot

a raw, burning need for vengeance. My mind, sharp and clear de

ne I' d hidden months ago, went out. Daniel.

so spectacular, so utterly devastating, that he would never know a moment of peace again. He would witness my demise, my final, tragic fall from grace. He would carry the weight of my