Chapter 109
Chapter 109
VENUS
Darkness didn’t greet me gently, it dragged me from unconsciousness like I owed it a debt.
I gasped.
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It was involuntary. My lungs seized as if they’d forgotten what a tasted like. My throat-God-my throat was a desert of splinters. Every breath scraped through me like razor blades dipped in ash. My tongue clung to the roof of my mouth, dry and cracked like sun-scorched clay.
The air smelled different.
Sterile.
Like bleach and fabric softener, a cruel contrast to the rot and rust I’d grown used to. The concrete that scraped my spine was gone. In its place: soft sheets. Not cotton. Egyptian. I knew the weight, the smoothness. The irony choked me.
Luxury, wrapped around me like a coffin.
I blinked, but the darkness didn’t lift. No, this wasn’t pitch-black. This was worse. Dim. Intentionally so. A single amber bulb flickered overhead, casting long, soft shadows across the room. Just enough light to make out shapes. Movements. If you stared long enough.
And I did.
Something tugged at my arm.
IV lines.
Two.
One for fluids. The other… unknown.
Panic slithered into my chest, slow and cold.
I moved, gingerly. Every muscle in my body still throbbed with the ghosts of Billy’s boot, the ropes that burned my wrists raw. But the pain wasn’t sharp anymore. It was distant. Numb. Dugged.
Then came a sound.
Breathing.
I turned, slow and unsteady. And that’s when I saw him.
A figure.
Sitting in the corner. Motionless. Watching me from a chair beside the bed, like a silent sentinel.
My breath caught.
“Easy,” the voice said. “It’s okay p>
I knew that voice.
Too well.
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But it didn’t belong here. Not in this nightmare.
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The man stood, crossed to the side table. I heard glass clink, the gentle sound of water being poured. Then he returned, offering a crystal tumbler half-filled.
“Here. You’re parched p>
I stared at the glass.
Suspicious. Hopeful. Desperate.
And then…..I took it. My hands trembled. But my thirst betrayed my fear. I drank like I’d never tasted water before. Ice-col relief flooded my throat, and I nearly sobbed.
He watched me.
Not like a caretaker.
Like a collector admiring a rare find being restored to value.
“The doctor said you were severely dehydrated,” he said. “Undernourished. But you’ll be fine now. Just rest. Fluids. Safety p>
That voice.
That tone.
That smile.
Something snapped into place.
My heart stuttered.
My voice cracked.
“…Gerald p>
He froze.
Just a breath.
Then smiled.
He moved closer, sat on the edge of the bed like he belonged there.
“I’ve always loved it when you say my name,” he whispered. His eyes traced my face with a softness that bled possession. “Even back then. It always sounded like velvet p>
“Gerald…” I repeated, this time with venom. “What the fuck is this? What are you doing p>
Disbelief warred with nausea.
This was Gerald. The charming Gerald from the charity gala. The one I’d bumped into in Rome. Andrea’s twin brother.
But now?
He was someone else.
Unhinged. Changed. Dangerous.
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I want answer fraped. Why did your take me? Whave to as this?
His expresion switched
Only for a second.
Then the darkness settled in his eyes.
“You want answers?” he said sharply “Fine. Let’s start with a better question: Why did you leave mer
My brow furrowed. “What p>
“You don’t remember me, do you?” His voice softened, like a wound reopening
Oh God.
“You were mine long before Sinclair,” he said. “Before that bastard even knew you existed p>
I shifted away, Slow, Measured,
“You don’t get to say that,” 1 hissed. “You’re insane. I was never yours. I don’t even know you p>
“You smiled at me,” be snapped. “You talked to me. You used to work at that little restaurant on 5th. You complimented my the once. You were kind p>
Kind.
And this was my punishment.
I couldn’t even remember the moment he described. Just another face in a crowd. A customer. Polite.
But he’d carved it into obsession.
“Gerald,” I said slowly, forcing calm. “You need help. This isn’t al. Whatever you think we had, it never existed. Let me go.
Please p>
He stood.
Started pacing.
And the temperature dropped ten degrees.
“Don’t say that,” he muttered. “Don’t ever say that. You want to go back to him? To Aaron Sinclair p>
I said nothing.
Mistake,
Because the next second-
He slapped me.
Hard.
The crack of it echoed. My head whipped sideways. Pain bloomed across my face. My mouth filled with blood.
Shock pinned me.
He looked just as startled. Horrified.
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Tm-shit–I didn’t mean to-I just you provoked me,” he stagnered, kneeling. His hands hovered unsure if he was trying to soothe or silence. “Don’t say things like that, Venus. Dont say you want to leave me. Not after everything p>
Ispat the blood out.
You’re delusional,” I hissed.
He flinched.
“No,” he said coldly. “I’m in love p>
Tears stung my eyes, not from the pain. From the rage.
“You don’t know me p>
“I know enough,” he snapped. “Enough to see how he broke you He left you. Did you know that? After the scandal hit, he dropped you. His legal team erased your name from every file.
“No,” I whispered, lips trembling. “That’s not true p>
But he looked so sure. So calm.
“They all leave you. Your mother. Your brother, Aaron. They abandon you. But me? I stayed. I waited p>
I stared at him, bile rising in my throat,
I don’t have a brother.
“You don’t get to rewrite my story,” I said, “You’re not part of it
He moved closer,
Brushed my cheek where he’d struck me. His touch made my sin crawl.
“You won’t need them anymore,” he said softly. “I’ll protect you’ll love you better p>
Then he stood.
And I prayed he was done.
But instead, he pulled something from his pocket.
A syringe.
My pulse exploded.
“Gerald. Don’t p>
“I just need to make sure you don’t try anything,” he said, walking toward my IV. “Not until you’re ready to see clearly p>
I thrashed.
Too weak.
Too slow.
He injected it.
The coldness rushed through my veins. Fast. Spreading like ink water.
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“You’ll feel light,” he murmured. “Floaty. Like sleep p>
My vision dimmed.
His fingers brushed my hair.
And his voice-soft, almost reverent-slipped into the darkness with me.
“I’ll be back. And when I am, maybe you’ll finally understand how much I love you p>
Then everything went black.
But my fury?
That stayed wide awake.
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