I've never run so fast in my life. I ran from him. I ran from my past. I ran from the Satan that I was married to.
The cold evening breeze brushed through my hair and the pouring rain soaked my clothes and washed away my tears. I left everything I had behind but took a black backpack filled with things that might come in handy. I packed some clothes, another pair of shoes, my toiletries, a brand new phone that I bought two weeks ago just for this purpose, as well as cash. Lots of it.
I didn't bother stealing from him and took what belonged to me. Over the past few months, I collected some cash from my salary and my savings account. I made sure to cash out small amounts so it wasn't suspicious.
Nothing scared me anymore apart from him finding me. This wasn't my first attempt at escaping him. Not at all. It was my second. I feared the outcome.
The very first time traumatized me enough to wait for tonight, for three years.
Three fucking years were stolen from me. I spent countless nights locked up from the world so that he could change me. That he could manipulate me into doing whatever he wanted. It didn't work in the slightest.
I slowed my pace and looked back to see if any taxis were near. Running around in New York wasn't the best thing but I had no choice. I saw one driving quite slow and waved my hand to stop it. I stopped as the taxi stopped right beside me. I opened the door and sat in.
"Good evening, can you drive me to the airport?" The driver nodded and drove off. I took my phone out and texted Delilah.
Aella: I'm off to the airport.
Delilah has been my best friend since my college years when I studied Business and Economics. She was the only one that knew about what I was going through. I didn't have close relatives to count on since my entire family worked under Archer. I took a few deep breaths to calm down as much as I could before I heard a ding from my phone.
Delilah: Perfect, I'll be there in five and we'll meet in security.
I felt some relief run through my body before I looked through my window. I was so close to leaving it all and starting all over again.
It took ten more minutes to arrive at the airport and after paying for the ride I was off to meet Delilah. I hurried inside and looked around. I scanned the surrounding area for a 5'11 brunette. I noticed someone waving and immediately recognised her. I smiled, running towards her as she did to me. When we met, I hugged her tightly and a few tears left my eyes. She backed away and cupped my face.
"My poor girl," I smiled through the internal pain. "Let's go, we have to make this flight." I nodded before we hurried towards the security check-ups. Delilah went in first and showed her passport as well as went through the metal detector. My nerves began to worsen as I approached the security. I smiled and handed the man my passport. Obviously, this passport wasn't my real one. This one had my fake name and identity.
Name: Ella Cadell
Birthday: 04-08-1996Sex: FemaleNationality: AmericanI thought this plan out very carefully with Delilah. We both knew the risks but still, it didn't stop us. And at this point, there was no going back. If I showed up at the penthouse, he would quite literally, like he calls it, put me back to my place. This package included hitting and hurting me in any other way possible. And he made sure that no bruises would be seen by other people.
The security guard looked at my passport and then back at me.
"You're all set," I smiled and went through the security check-up without any problems. Since Archer knew Delilah, she changed her identity to Dena Jacobs. I took my bag and we both made our way to board the plane. As we hurried towards our destination, I dropped my ticket on the ground and bent down to pick it up. As I got back up, looking down at the piece of paper in my hands, I bumped into a hard chest.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there," I looked up and saw a gorgeous man in front of me. He had short dark brown hair and wore a stunning black Armani suit with a white dress shirt underneath. He was much taller than me. Like 6'5 or 6'6. The smell of his cologne irritated my nose but in a good way. I could tell it wasn't cheap.
Gosh, he was sculpted by gods.
"You should watch where you're going," I nodded before he moved out of my way. He couldn't even look much in my direction as he walked away. That's how pointless I looked to him. I noticed Delilah standing like seven meters away. I approached her and earned a look from her.
"What the hell was that?" We began going forward.
"I'm sorry that I bumped into someone by accident."
"Yeah, you should be careful. What if someone recognizes you?" She was right. As the wife of Archer Bowman, the CEO of Bowman corp., I have attended a few events the first year of our marriage but after one incident at one of them, I was no longer allowed to go.
We weren't the last ones boarding but weren't first. We waited for the people in front of us to board first and then it was our turn. We showed our tickets and went through the tunnel to the plane. We went inside and made our way to the first-class seats.
We both had money and this wasn't for the luxury, more for the comfort and security. We were about to take a ten-hour flight and I was not about to risk getting recognised by someone. We found our seats in the middle aisle and sat down.
There were doors that we could use for even more privacy and all of the other fancy first-class privileges. An example of that would be the very comfortable chairs that you could make into a bed. A huge TV and headset for movies and a full menu for upcoming meals.
I leaned back into the seat and my eyes widened when I noticed someone walk into our section. The man I bumped into. He met my gaze but quickly looked away and went forward to find his seat.
"Is that the-"
"Yup," I said and looked at Delilah.
"You do know who that is, right?" I furrowed my brows. "You really don't know?" I shook my head no. I wasn't allowed to watch the news or even look anything up on my phone or computer because, in Archer's eyes, that could ruin his efforts into making me a total doll for his use. Even though I had my ways in using the internet and staying up to date with the main world events.
"Who?"
"Ladies and gentlemen, the flight to Rome is about to take off. Please fasten your seatbelts and enjoy the flight. Signore e signori, il volo per Roma sta per decollare. Si prega di allacciare le cinture di sicurezza e godersi il volo." We heard the pilot say while I was getting annoyed with Delilah.
"Come on," she smiled and looked back.
"Maybe we shouldn't talk about him if he's right behind you," I didn't look back to not raise suspicion but the suspense was killing me. I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my seat. I fastened my seatbelt and began looking through the movies and shows I could watch. I picked out the Office after not finding anything else and put my headphones on.
Just the thought that I was running away from him was terrifying me. All I could hear in my head was him saying: "If you run away one more time, I'll make sure to torture you like you've never even thought could be possible. Maybe then you'll understand the fact that I own you." He said that while he gripped my throat so hard, I thought I'd die from suffocation.
He'll find you. This won't be good. He has never lost you.
I kept telling myself and just those thoughts made me tear up. I wiped the tears away and looked back at my show. I felt Delilah's hand on my shoulder; I looked at her and smiled.
"You okay?" I nodded. She smiled and looked back at her movie, which from what I saw was Twilight. She loved these movies with paranormal creatures.
This was going to be a long flight.
Ten hours laterThe plane landed and when deplaned, I kept looking back if I could by any chance see the gorgeous young man that I bumped into earlier. No luck."Stop looking for him," I looked back at Delilah."I'm not," she chuckled."You're trying to get away from your previous life so it's best if you don't even bother going after a new person." We got to security and they began checking us in. "Especially since he's someone that definitely knows Archer." I looked at her with my eyes widened."What-" she covered my mouth with her hand and leaned into my ear."He's the person that your husband loathes,"Christopher Morris. I've never seen him anywhere. I had no clue that he looked like that. I've seen his father a few times in the past but never imagined what Christopher could look like. Maybe it was because his name barely left Archer's mouth that I didn't find it in me to look him up but as much as it killed me to know, it always slipped my mind.But man, isn't it a nice surprise
We arrived at the restaurant an hour after Delilah made a reservation. It was surprisingly easy to get a table there but I was glad. As much as I was nervous, I wanted to get away and just have fun. No matter what the future holds.We walked in and the hostess immediately greeted us. She showed us to the table and we sat down. I looked around the restaurant and couldn't help but notice many people dressed in very fancy and expensive attire.I had a dark red satin dress on that showed off my curves very well. My hair was curled and to my surprise, I actually really liked the way it looked. I also wore black heels and had a small black clutch purse that held my wallet and phone.Delilah had a fitted black sleeved dress and her hair was in a low bun. She wore black heels like me and had a small off the shoulder purse.The waiter came up to us shortly after sitting down and poured us some wine. I asked for the white wine and De had red. I preferred red wine most days but I wanted somethin
I woke up from a very annoying Delilah practically jumping on me."Get the fuck up," I move around in bed trying to keep my eyes closed from the bright light coming from the window. "You need to get dolled up." I open my eyes and push her off. "Fine." I curled up in the duvet and enjoyed my peace and quiet. Well... up until I felt ice-cold water on my face."You fucking bitch!" I sat up and wiped the water from my eyes."What else was I supposed to do?" She put the glass on the dresser and I got out of bed. I gave her a deadly glare and went into the bathroom. "I'm picking out your outfit!" She yells from the room."I think I'm old enough to do that myself." I washed my hands and brushed my teeth. I left the bathroom and saw Delilah laying a tight black dress on my bed with a pair of black heels and a black lingerie set. I walked over to the bed and picked up the panties. "Why does this matter?" She went into the bathroom with clothes in her hands."You have to make an impression." I
As six o'clock rolled around, I'd begun to feel nervous. Not that I wasn't before but he just did something to me. And frankly, I doubt that I trust myself around him.Delilah was more excited than me. The moment I stepped into the hotel room, she went nuts about what I should wear.I almost threw her out of the balcony because of how annoying she was. She thought that I should wear something provoking and sexy but I told her that I had boundaries with him. He said that himself.I thought about something more classy but elegant. I wasn't going on a date after all."You'll look like a grandma." I rolled my eyes at her. I wore an elegant, fitted, blush pink, satin dress that reached a bit over my knees with straps.I began putting on my white heels while Delilah turned on the curler."I don't think that I do," she sighed with frustration. "De, it's me who's going to have dinner with him.""Yeah, with the most powerful man on Earth," she said as she began to curl one of the strands. "And
I walked into the kitchen and leaned against the island. This was one of the worst ideas I'd done in my life.She looked like her. Her face was just like hers. The moment I saw her, I knew that this was a goddamn dream. There was no way she was let free. This was one of those doppelganger moments right before my eyes. I knew this was bad. That this would get me into trouble. She won't know. Not yet at least.The night that I fucked her in the bathroom, I intentionally left the light off. I didn't want to get attached to her. Even if I'd already passed that point years ago.To be completely honest, I barely listened to what she said in my office. I had to take the chance to see her every day.The way she said my name while moaning and in general was appealing to me. Just the fact that she was walking around my penthouse, making her completely under my control, flattered me.I looked around my kitchen and decided to make my momma's best Italian dish, pasta. It was the only thing I'd lea
The next morningJust as I was about to enter the building I got a text from Chris, that he had an unexpected meeting and asked me to follow Delilah to Mathew's office.We entered the elevator and a sudden wave of anxiety washed through me. We didn't necessarily end on great terms yesterday because of the kiss but it wasn't my fault. Although, I could've stopped him. And deep down I know I should've.We reached the top floor and headed towards Mathew's office. I wore a tight-fitting, black, dress with black heels while my hair was curled as usual. De had a black tight skirt and a white blouse on with black heels. She knocked before we walked inside.Mathew's office wasn't as big as Chris's but was still massive, compared to a typical office. I smiled and Mathew stood up from his seat."Miss Cadell," he shook my hand and looked over at Delilah. "Miss Jacobs," he placed a kiss on the back of her hand. "Please, sit down," he motioned to the two armchairs across from his table. We sat dow
I let her in the car and sat in myself. I turned the car on and drove off. I tried to keep my eyes off her because my head was going to explode."Can you drop me off to get my stuff?" I nodded. "Is there any chance that Dena could come with me?" I furrowed my brows."Why is that necessary?" Delilah was more than well taken care of. I made sure of it."She's my best friend and she moved here for me.""Call her and ask if she wants that," that was the only logical thing to do. She took out her phone and called Dena."Hi, I'm....," I heard Dena rant on the opposite side of the phone. "Can we talk about this later?" She's hiding something. "Where are you staying?" The answer was Mathew's apartment. "Fine, stay safe." She hung up. "Did you know where she'll be?" I nodded. "Why didn't-""Why do you think I want to tell you everything?""Sorry, I-""Just be quiet," I had no intention to talk to her. At least not when I could literally go crazy if I didn't touch or kiss her anytime soon.----
I got out of bed an hour ago, which let me wind down after the night and even work out. I didn't bother using his giant gym and just did my usual workout in my room.I showered, changed into a pair of light blue, tight jeans with a black belt, a long-sleeved, black sweater and black heels. I curled my hair and put on light make-up. Hunger settled in and the only thing I could do was to go downstairs to make breakfast. I didn't feel any desire to see him.As much as I was thankful for his hospitality, something wasn't right. Not that I didn't trust him, but I just didn't trust myself around him. I didn't think rationally with him beside me.I stepped out of my room while looking around for any signs of Chris. Nothing. The place was quiet. Maybe he was asleep. But at the same time, it was nine in the morning.I got a message from Mathew yesterday, telling me that I could work from home next week since my office was being prepared. I agreed without any doubt. I'll take any chance I get t