All Chapters of The Tyrant's captive bride : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Harper..Elias doesn’t even wait for me to stop shaking on the floor, he just reaches down and hooks his fingers under the hem of my bloody shirt and yanks it up over my head in one quick motion, like we’re late for some normal date night and I’m still holding the knife handle even though he already pulled it out of his own chest twice now and I’m gasping “what the hell are you doing put that back on I’m not doing this with you right now” but he just tosses the shirt in the corner and his voice is all low and soft like he’s talking to a kid who scraped her knee “shower first Harper, you’re covered in Sophia’s blood and mine and I don’t want our baby swimming in that mess come on arms up” I try to slap his hands away but he’s already undoing my jeans and sliding them down my legs along with my underwear and I’m naked before I can even finish yelling, “don’t you dare touch me you just killed her you sick bastard and now you want shower time like we’re some happy couple” but he’s alrea

Harper “I had to Harper, he was going to hurt you bad and I wasn’t going to let that happen, I know everything about you, even the stuff with your dad, how he used to maltreat you and your siblings even though he had all that money, I almost stepped in there too but” and I cut him off fast because my stomach drops and I’m thinking what if he had something to do with dad too what if he caused all that mess just to swoop in and play hero and I shove the thought down deep because if that’s true, I’ll kill myself right here in this shower I swear and I can’t even process it all my head is spinning too fast and I snap “don’t you dare bring my dad into this, I don’t want to hear it I can’t assimilate any of this, you’re telling me you’ve been ruining lives for me since I was a kid and expecting me to what thank you and spread my legs” he sighs “you will thank me one day when our baby is here and you’re safe and happy I promise”.I’m a mess now crying and moaning and laughing that crazy lau

Harper I hit the ground on the other side wrong, ankle twisting sharp under me with this pop that makes me yelp “fuck fuck fuck” loud enough that a couple birds scatter, and I’m hobbling there cursing Elias for every single thing he’s ever done to my body when this girl comes running up from the parking lot edge, all wide-eyed and helpful like she’s been waiting for drama. “Harper? Oh my god, are you okay? That looked bad, here let me…” It’s Lauren, the kind one from my old psych class who always shared notes and smiled too much, and I don’t trust her for shit because what if Elias planted her, what if this is another spy like Sophia, but my ankle is throbbing and I’m already late on my window so I snap, “Back off, Lauren, I don’t need a babysitter, I’m fine, go study or whatever normal people do.” She doesn’t listen, just kneels right there ignoring my glare and pulls a little first-aid kit from her bag like some girl-scout psycho, wrapping my ankle quick and tight while she babble

Harper He chuckles low, but it doesn’t reach his eyes as he slides into the driver seat and starts driving. His free hand lands on my thigh, heavy and warm, thumb rubbing circles that should feel comforting but just make my skin crawl and heat up at the same time. “Tell me about your classes then. Which ones? Who sat next to you? Anybody touch you, help you with books, anything?”“Jesus, Elias, it was psych and then some lit elective. Boring as usual. Nobody touched me except Lauren with her damn first-aid kit, and she only did it because she’s one of those people who can’t mind their own business. Happy now? Or do you want a full seating chart?”The baby picks that moment to kick hard again, followed by another tightening across my belly that makes me shift and suck in a breath. Elias notices instantly, hand moving from my thigh to my bump, rubbing slowly. “That one felt strong. You okay? Contractions?”“Not real ones, just those fake Braxton whatever things. They come and go. Stop

HarperI am half-asleep when this heavy hand lands on my shoulder and shakes me like I owe him. My eyes snap open and there he is, Elias, leaning over me in the dark with that intense look that always makes my stomach flip in the worst way. The baby kicks hard right then like even the kid knows this nigga is really crazy for waking us up at god knows what hour. I blink slowly and groan, trying to roll away but my ankle still throbs from yesterday and the bump makes everything awkward as hell.“Harper. Wake up.” His voice is low and rough like he has not slept either. He does not wait for me to sit up. Just hooks an arm under my back and pulls me against his chest, one hand already rubbing slow circles over my belly like that is supposed to fix everything.I shove at his arm half-heartedly because my brain is still foggy. “What the actual fuck, Elias? I was sleeping. The baby was sleeping. You cannot just yank me awake like some alarm clock with issues.” My words come out all rambly an