Chapter 1 Escape

"Amelia, you've really let me down." Raymond Adams spoke these words with a chilling indifference in the dead of night.

He stood there, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, exuding an aura of cold authority, like a deity descended from the heavens.

Opposite him was Amelia Smith.

She was disheveled, destitute, and utterly wretched, resembling a stray dog that had just crawled out of a dumpster.

God only knew what she had endured in the past few hours.

Today was supposed to be the day she and Raymond attended an important gala together.

But when she arrived at the agreed location, it wasn't the prepared and waiting Raymond who greeted her.

Instead, it was a drunken lout.

For unknown reasons, the drunkard had tried to assault her.

She barely managed to escape, only to realize she had been drugged.

Her body felt like it was on fire.

Desperately, she called Raymond, but all she got was the unreachable message.

After much struggle, she finally made it back, only to be met with such a cold remark.

Her body still ached, the fire within her burning fiercely.

Normally, she would have argued with Raymond.

But now, she was in such agony that she felt she might die without his help.

Reaching out in desperation, Amelia pleaded with him. "Raymond, please help me, I'm dying."

Her eyes were red, but Raymond just looked at her, stepping back coldly.

Adjusting his sleeve with an air of disdain, Raymond spoke icily. "Amelia, stop with the theatrics. I told you when we got married. We only married for business reasons. There will be no love, no children, and I will never touch you. Don't you understand? I'll pretend tonight never happened, but if something like this happens again, someone else will take your place as Mrs. Adams."

With one last cold glance, Raymond turned and went upstairs.

Amelia watched his retreating figure, feeling both desperate and furious.

She had fought tooth and nail to marry him, winning over his family.

He thought she was after his family's wealth, scheming against him.

Little did he know she had loved him for ten years.

From the first time she saw him.

After their marriage, she had gone to great lengths to please him.

Wearing the dresses he liked, cooking the meals he enjoyed, even neglecting her beloved research, all to be a good Mrs. Adams.

But in her time of crisis, he wasn't there. When she desperately needed his help, he wasn't there.

And now, even asking for the comfort she deserved, she had to beg like a dog.

The intense desire clouded her reason, anger burning within her.

She gritted her teeth, watching Raymond disappear, making a silent vow.

If he thought she was a scheming woman, then she would be one.

Ten minutes later, Amelia, now in a different outfit, appeared at Raymond's bedroom door, panting.

Raymond was at his desk, working. Seeing her, he frowned impatiently. "What now? Didn't I tell you not to disturb me while I'm working?"

Amelia slowly approached, hands behind her back. "No, I just remembered something important I need to tell you."

Raising her hidden hand, Amelia leaned close to Raymond's ear. "I forgot to tell you, a woman whose desires are unmet is far more dangerous than you think."

As she finished speaking, a needle pierced Raymond's body.

Before he could even react, his body went limp.

Raymond shouted, "What the hell are you doing?"

Amelia said, "Just what I want to do."

Amelia pulled out a pair of handcuffs she had prepared, securing them around Raymond's wrists.

Gripping his jaw, she echoed his words back to him. "Now, it's my turn."

Raymond swore he had never been so humiliated.

That night, Amelia had her way with him repeatedly.

The next morning, he was still bound to the bed.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he struggled to reach his phone, calling his assistant Carl Ward. "Get to the villa. Now. And find out where Amelia is. I want her to pay!"

Meanwhile, Amelia left the villa feeling better than ever.

Though she was exhausted from the night's activities, she felt liberated.

As for Raymond, he could do whatever he wanted.

If it came to it, she'd divorce him and live on her own. She was tired of it all anyway.

Just as she was about to call a friend to celebrate, her family doctor, Lucy Hill, called. "Amelia, you need to run. Your stepmother and stepsister have gone mad. They pushed your dad down the stairs to fight for your grandfather's inheritance. They're sending people to find you. If you can, run now!"

Amelia looked up to see several black cars heading her way.

Cursing under her breath, she turned and ran without hesitation.

Ten months later, in a torrential downpour.

Lucy was running through a secluded alley with a heavily pregnant Amelia. "Just a bit further, the boat I prepared is just ahead. We'll be safe soon."

Amelia clutched her belly, collapsing to the ground. "I can't, the baby's coming!"

As she spoke, she began to breathe heavily.

Lucy knelt beside her, helpless. "Is your sister insane? She's been chasing you for so long."

Despite her complaints, Lucy had no choice but to help deliver the baby.

But as soon as the first baby was born, they heard cars approaching.

"Someone's coming." Ignoring the second baby still inside Amelia, Lucy pulled her up.

Amelia shouted, "My baby!"

Nancy said, "You go first, I'll come back for him."

Amelia said, "No, I can't leave my baby!"

Amelia tried to break free, but another wave of pain hit her.

Lucy forced her onto the boat, ready to turn back, but saw a group of suited bodyguards approaching.

She gritted her teeth, looking between the agonized Amelia and the weakly crying baby.

Seeing the pursuers closing in, she made a decision.

When Amelia's sister Lyanna Smith's men arrived, they only saw Amelia's disappearing figure.

"Damn it, she got away again." Lyanna gritted her teeth in frustration.

Just as she was about to try another tactic, a bodyguard called out. "Ms. Smith, there's a baby here!"