Elena’s POVWas she scared? No, she was terrified. It had been more than 15 days and she was here, in this small motel. Since the night Elle had knocked on her door, she had been here, alone, locked in a room, and never even dared to peek out. What if anyone recognizes her? No, she couldn’t take the risk.She took the last bite of pizza she had ordered and gulped it with coke. She was eating but without taste, sleeping, with nothing but terror, watching, without seeing. She was just living. She laid down on the small bed and looked at the TV. Nothing was getting her interest. She opened up the laptop and looked for news on Ian.It was his last day of shooting. He was about to leave for his home after this. “Me and my wife can’t wait to get back to our second honeymoon sooner”, he had spoken in his parting remarks in the interview.Elena sighed. They were going, Good.She lied down and looked at the ceiling.She had run away from Aslan for her freedom, but was she free? She knew he won

Elena’s POV Elena was stunned and scared after the events from last night and from what Derek had said. When Elena was young, she was never interested in men. It’s not like she didn’t want love, she did. But she was always waiting for an ideal man. One like Jim. She still wondered what she found in John that she married him. But since the day she had been with Aslan, it’s like she was a magnet for men. Whether it was at the parties, events, or anywhere, men will gawk at her. Did they think she was wealthy or they just thought that because she was with Aslan she was nothing but a whore? She didn’t know, but why Derek was attracted to her was a question. She was living like a nanny here. Changing her appearance had the sole reason that she didn’t want attention. No one would like a woman who had no money and was leading a solitary life dressed in a burlap sack. But Derek had scared her last night. What if he comes back? She thought about Aslan. God knows why, but she couldn’t stop th

Elena’s POVIt had been two days since Elle’s visit and Elena was quite disturbed. She didn’t know if she was right or wrong. Elle has been a good friend and even though she was here, she was here for Elena and not Aslan. But Elena’s past had taught her something. She could never trust anyone. She was wary of Elle, who had been nothing but kind to her in the past.Life had done wrong by Elena. The desire for a perfect family had led her to believe that she was supposed to sacrifice and do whatever she could, but it was not true. It takes two to make a family, to build trust, and then establish the monument of a family for a lifetime. Both John and Aslan failed her in this department. Both of them were douchebags. The worst part was that she had forgiven John, but she was finding it hard to forgive Aslan, because somewhere along the line, she had started beliving him. She had believed that he will change, that maybe he loved her, and she could do the same. But alas! Men are nothign but

Author’s POVAslan witnessed how she tried to run and fell as the chains tightened around her ankles. When she opened her mouth and looked at him, his dick sprang up. Her soft, velvety voice was doing things to him. He wanted her so bad that he didn’t know how he lived these days without her.“So, you remember my name, huh?” And he crouched low to sit in front of her.When he crouched to her level, she saw a different man. His hair was long and were tied behind his head in a small pony, long, sexy beard was adorning his face, his top two shirt buttons were undone, and he was not wearing his tie as usual, but apart from his appearance, the most dangerous thing was his eyes. Those blue eyes were as cold as ice, and she could feel their chill seeping into her bones as he looked at her with hate.He saw her helpless state and her quivering bottom lip. He so wanted to lick that lip and bite it and make her moan, but he will play. There will be plenty of time at home to discover that beauti

Author’s POV“You know the last time I had entered this room, it was decorated the same way, with beautiful flowers. Those flowers were just like my love. And these thorns are just like you. I gave you flowers, and you turned them into thorns. You made me what I am, Elena.” Elena’s eyes were pricking with tears.He kissed her neck and spoke, “Welcome back home, darling.”She was stunned to hear his words. She was trembling now. And he didn’t care.He left her and walked ahead. She heard the thorns breaking under his shoes, but he was oblivious.“Can you count these for me, Elena?” He asked. The room was looking hideous even to him.“No.” She replied as tears spilled from her golden eyes.“Exactly. This is how many times my heart has been pricked whenever I thought about the day which could be the luckiest day of my life, the day I would have married you and made you mine.” He turned to her and she saw tears in his eyes. Her heart broke. It was the first time she had seen tears in his