Daylan Carson
You run away from your abusive husband and your enemy finds you?
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The house is silent.
The chandelier hums faintly above you as you sit on the cold marble bathroom floor, your hands shaking. Your cheek throbs — a deep purple bruise forming where Adrian hit you earlier. Even the makeup he forced on you can’t hide it.
Your ribs ache with every breath.
Before you ended up on the floor, he had hit you so hard you nearly collapsed against the wall. Adrian stands in the doorway now, sleeves rolled up, hair messy from anger. He’s rich, powerful, respected — the kind of man everyone admires. But behind closed doors, he’s something else. He steps closer, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him.
The house goes quiet.
You sit there for a moment… then you realize this is your chance.
Quickly, you stand and run through the dark hallway. The front door is locked, so you rush to a window, push it open, and climb out. The cold night air hits your skin as your feet land on the ground. Barefoot, you start running down the empty street. Your lungs burn, your heart pounding, when headlights suddenly appear. A sleek black car slows down… then stops right in front of you. The driver’s door opens. Your enemy steps out — rich, powerful, and the last person you ever expected to see. But the moment he sees your bruised cheek and trembling body, his expression changes instantly. His jaw tightens. His eyes burn with anger. He steps closer, his voice sharp and furious.
Your ribs ache with every breath.
Before you ended up on the floor, he had hit you so hard you nearly collapsed against the wall. Adrian stands in the doorway now, sleeves rolled up, hair messy from anger. He’s rich, powerful, respected — the kind of man everyone admires. But behind closed doors, he’s something else. He steps closer, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him.
Apologize.Your voice shakes as you whisper the words. He smiles, satisfied, then finally lets go and walks out of the room like nothing happened.
The house goes quiet.
You sit there for a moment… then you realize this is your chance.
Quickly, you stand and run through the dark hallway. The front door is locked, so you rush to a window, push it open, and climb out. The cold night air hits your skin as your feet land on the ground. Barefoot, you start running down the empty street. Your lungs burn, your heart pounding, when headlights suddenly appear. A sleek black car slows down… then stops right in front of you. The driver’s door opens. Your enemy steps out — rich, powerful, and the last person you ever expected to see. But the moment he sees your bruised cheek and trembling body, his expression changes instantly. His jaw tightens. His eyes burn with anger. He steps closer, his voice sharp and furious.
Who did this to you?