All Chapters of The Bride They chased Away: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1: The Devil’s BargainThe silk veil clung to Lila’s face like a second skin, suffocating her.“Sign it,” Serena hissed, shoving the contract across the dimly lit hotel suite table. Her older sister’s perfume—expensive, sharp, like crushed roses and lies—filled the air. “One night, Lila. One fucking night pretending to be me, and Mom gets the best doctors money can buy. You owe me this.”Lila’s hand trembled around the pen. The numbers on the page blurred—two million dollars wired the moment the marriage was consummated. Enough to pay every hospital bill, every debt, enough to breathe again. But the price was her body on another woman’s wedding night.“To Damien Voss,” Serena added, lips curling. “He’s cold, but he’s hung like a god and pays for what he wants. Just spread your legs, let him fuck you in the dark, and disappear before sunrise. Easy.”Lila looked up, meeting her sister’s calculating gaze. Serena had always been the beautiful one. The ambitious one. The one their

Chapter 3: Sisterly VenomThe penthouse door clicked open before Lila could even pull on a robe.Serena stormed in like she owned the place—hair perfectly tousled, designer dress clinging to every curve, red lips pressed into a furious line. Her eyes landed on Lila first, still wrapped in the silk sheet on the edge of the bed, hair wild from Damien’s hands.“You actually did it,” Serena spat, voice dripping venom. “You pathetic little slut. Couldn’t even keep your legs closed for one night?”Lila’s cheeks burned, but she lifted her chin. “You’re the one who sold me to him, Serena. Remember?”Before Serena could fire back, Damien stepped out of the walk-in closet, buttoning a crisp black shirt. The air in the room thickened instantly. He moved with that lazy predatory grace, eyes flicking between the two sisters like he was deciding which one to ruin first.“Serena,” he said coolly, as if greeting a mildly annoying business associate. “I wasn’t expecting you so soon. Though I suppose I

Chapter 5: Shattered BloodEverything hurt.Not my body—though the pleasant ache between my legs and the faint bruises on my hips reminded me exactly who I belonged to now. No, this pain was deeper. It lived in my chest, sharp and suffocating, every time I looked at the people who were supposed to love me.I sat in the high-backed leather chair beside Damien in the private boardroom, the emerald dress now feeling like armor that was one thread away from unraveling. My mother wouldn’t even meet my eyes. Serena sat directly across from us, legs crossed elegantly, her expression a perfect mask of righteous fury. Uncle Richard and two other Voss family elders flanked her like guard dogs.The air smelled of expensive cologne, aged whiskey, and betrayal.“You’ve embarrassed this family,” my mother finally said, voice trembling with rage she barely contained. “First you take your sister’s place like some cheap imposter, then you… you seduce him. A whore’s trick. I raised you better than this

Chapter 7: Midnight at the Lake HouseThe clock on the dashboard glowed 11:47 p.m.I killed the engine of the black SUV Damien kept for “emergency travel” and stared at the old Hart lake house through the windshield. The place looked exactly like it did in my childhood nightmares—crooked porch, paint peeling like dead skin, windows black as blind eyes. No lights. No cars. Just the wind dragging the trees and the distant slap of water against the dock.Damien still thought I was upstairs in the penthouse, “resting.” I had left a note on the pillow.I need air. Back soon. Don’t worry.He would worry. He would tear the city apart looking for me. That was the only reason my hands weren’t shaking harder.I got out of the car.The gravel path crunched under my boots. Every step felt like walking into a trap I already knew was set. Serena’s video had been clear: come alone, or whatever she was holding would destroy me and make Damien walk away. I couldn’t risk that. Not when the fragile thin

Chapter 9: Cleaning HouseThe penthouse doors locked behind us with a heavy electronic thud that sounded too much like a cell closing.Damien didn’t speak as he guided me through the dark living room and into the master suite. He turned on only one lamp, the soft gold light pooling across the bed while the rest of the city glittered coldly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. I stood there in the same clothes I had worn to the lake house, wrists still faintly marked from the cuffs, the smell of dust and fear clinging to my skin.He poured two glasses of water, set one in my hands, and only then looked at me properly.“Tell me everything,” he said. “From the beginning. No more secrets.”So I did.I told him about the night two years ago—Serena crying on my couch, the bruises on her arms, the name of the man who had threatened to bury her if she didn’t move one last package. I told him how I had taken the envelope of cash because Mom’s first hospital bills were already stacking up and S