Wedcuffed

Chapter 20

Adrian P.O.V

I don't know what overcame me after learning about Sarah and Justin. The mere thought of Sarah loving him ignited a fiery rage within me. I heard her plead and cry for me to let her go, but I was determined to teach her a lesson for lying and cheating behind my back.

She is mine to love, to hate, and to torture.

I wanted to punish her, hurt her, and make her realize that she was mine. Seeing her smooth, white skin made me harder than I care to admit. Despite my anger, I couldn't deny that I derived a perverse satisfaction from feeling her body beneath mine. Hearing her moans only drove me to fuck her harder. After our wild and brutal encounter, I left her lying there, emotionally and physically devastated. I retreated to my bedroom and fell into a deep sleep, exhaustion overtaking me.

The next morning, I woke up as the sun's rays filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on my face. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I sat up in bed, the events of last night replaying in my mind. I hadn't planned to be so harsh, but Sarah's lies and the sight of her with Justin had ignited my fury.

I tossed the duvet aside and got up to prepare for work. After a quick shower and dressing, I made my way downstairs for breakfast. As I passed Sarah's closed bedroom door, a pang of guilt struck me. I raised my hand to knock but then reconsidered. Thoughts of her and Justin clouded my mind, and I decided against it.

I arrived at the office and went straight to my cabin. My assistant placed a cup of coffee in front of me and began outlining my schedule as I sipped the hot beverage.

"Sir, we need to be at Amario Enterprises by 12:30 to finalize the interior plans for the resort," my assistant informed me. I nodded and continued working on my tasks. By noon, I was heading to Amario Enterprises with Noah and my assistant. Throughout the ride, Noah's incessant chatter about his newfound admiration for Sarah was grating on my nerves.

We entered the lobby of Amario Enterprises, and I couldn't help but notice the attention I was getting from the female staff. I smirked at their reactions as we made our way to the elevator.

When the elevator dinged on the 12th floor, a man in his forties led us to the boardroom. A few minutes later, Sarah's blond assistant, Ester Caswell, entered with several people in tow.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Ester Caswell. Since Sarah Darrell is unwell today, I will be discussing the final interior plans," she announced.

"It's Mrs. Sarah Parker now," I corrected her, earning a glare from Miss Caswell.

Throughout the meeting, my thoughts were preoccupied with Sarah's absence. I was concerned for her—was she truly sick? Why hadn't she informed me?

I nodded absently as Miss Caswell presented the final plans. When the meeting concluded, I instructed Noah to handle the remaining details and hurried back to the mansion to see Sarah. My concern grew as I tried calling her multiple times, only to find her phone switched off.

Upon arriving at the mansion, I rushed upstairs to her room and knocked on her door, calling her name. There was no response. I entered her room, finding it eerily empty. The sight that greeted me was disturbing—her dress from last night lay discarded on the floor, and her undergarments, torn from my anger, were strewn about. The bed was in disarray, a stark reminder of the night's events.

Then I noticed the bloodstains on the white bedsheet. Examining them closely, a multitude of thoughts raced through my mind. She couldn't be a virgin, could she? But what about these bloodstains?

I needed answers. I searched the mansion for her but found no trace. I dialled my private investigator, requesting an immediate trace of her location. Within half an hour, my PI informed me that Sarah was at her old house, the one she lived in before our marriage.