"𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲."
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Elena's life is flipped upside down when her sister runs away on her wedding day and she is forced to marry her husband who despises her.
He hates her with...
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|Elena Beaumont|
"Remember when I mentioned the worst-case scenario would be Mr. Ferguson figuring you left the house without his express permission?" Ms. Dupont asked, staring at the closed double doors blankly like they held her death sentence.
I swallowed hard, slowly swaying my eyes from the door to her. "Of course, I fucking do," I carped, swallowing the lump of intimidation clogging my throat.
The Frenchwoman looked at me with dreadful certainty. "This is the worst-case scenario and unfortunately," she said, "I won't be seeing you through it, Elena. This is the part when I save myself," she announced.
I scrunched my brows, looking at her with contempt. "You literally took me out, Ms. Dupont."
"And you agreed to it, Elena, so be the grown-ass woman you are, take responsibility and show off those balls you love rubbing in my face," she retorted, straightening her black coat. "Just try not to get yourself killed with that sharp tongue of yours."
This woman wasn't serious, but she wasn't completely wrong. I'd consciously agreed to this and enjoyed the immediate after-effects of my choice.
Pinning it entirely on her would be immature and irresponsible of me, but I could have used a bit of backup.
I clearly didn't have that now since she'd chickened out, turning back to her Uber and leaving the same way we'd arrived.
The amount of fear someone as bold as her had portrayed reported I was in deep shit and made me wonder how much of a scary man Sebastian would turn into if his orders were disobeyed.
Something deep within me told me I didn't want to find out, but bolting like a coward wasn't an option either.
I had to face him and whatever his wrath level was at and clarify how things would work in this arrangement if he'd chosen to make it open.
I'd tried being the dutiful puppet wife, but that just wasn't me. He had to face it and we'd start from there.
Mustering as much courage as I could, I took a step forward, looking at the burly bodyguards standing on either side of the double doors who immediately pulled the doors open, granting me entrance into a hell hole.
They hadn't been standing there when we'd left. I had no idea what their sudden repositioning meant, but somehow it made hairs stick out on my spine.
The doors were gently bolted, the clicking of my heels on the tiles the only sound audible as I walked down the hallway to the main lounge before I could proceed upstairs. There was literally no other route I could take and avoid him.
I clenched my fist, swallowing hard with my chin raised and face straight. Seriously, how bad could his temper be?
I walked into the lounge with a shallow breath, releasing my clenched fist and pretending I felt as calm as ever despite the silent war of fear rummaging through my throbbing head.
