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Bia

I was finally released from the hospital later that day, even though I should have stayed for days, but Cillian set up for Daniel to take care of me.

Cillian personally drove me home, and I was shocked he didn’t have one of his drivers take me home while he left to go do whatever he needed to do. What really surprised me was him calling his secretary and telling her to cancel all his appointments for the rest of the week.

After he hangs up the phone I tell him, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Bia, you had hypothermia and were attacked.”

“I know. I will be okay.”

“You aren’t with your family anymore. It is never okay for you to be attacked like that.”

I nod but don’t say anything. I know he wants to know who attacked me but how can I when the person who attacked me was the one who treated me and is his best friend.

Before I can open my door, Cillian is opening my door and lifting me into his arms.

“Cillian! What are you doing?”

“Your body is still weak.”

“I can walk.”

“You are not wasting your energy walking when I can carry you,”

he says as he walks us into the elevator. I don’t argue anymore, knowing regardless of what I say he will continue to carry me. The doors open and Cillian walks me into the living room and sits me down on the couch. He covers me with thick blankets.

“Do you need anything?”

he asks me after he hands me my tablet.

I shake my head; he nods and sits on the coffee table in front of me.

“Bia, I need to know who attacked you.”

I shake my head.

“Please, Bia. Give me a name and I promise they will never hurt you again.”

I shake my head again.

“You don’t have to be scared of them.”

I just look away, refusing to answer.

“I promise you, Bia, I will kill them, and you will be safe.”

He waits for an answer, but I don’t give him one.

“Bia, I can’t do my job as your husband if you don’t tell me who hurt you.”

I can tell he is done asking.

“Fucking fine. When you feel like telling me you can call me and tell me,”

he says, standing up from the table and leaving the penthouse.

I pick up my tablet and read until I doze off. I wake up later when I feel the blankets being yanked off my body. I jerk awake from the sudden cold air hitting me.

“No!”

I say and try to move away but I’m too late as Tristan is hovering over my body.

“Cillian knocked you up, huh? Good thing for you, now we don’t have to worry about you getting knocked up from me,” he says.

“Please go away,”

I say with tears running down my cheeks.

“No, I will not. I convinced Cillian to let me be the one to take care of you until you are better. Every time I come to give you a checkup, I will fuck you as payment.”

He snickers as he straddles my thighs. He starts yanking on my sweatpants, and I try to fight him off me by slapping, hitting, scratching him. He gets pissed off and slaps me across the face.

“Keep fighting me, it doesn’t matter; I will fuck you regardless. No one will come and save you from me.”

He’s right, no one will save me. No one ever has and no one ever will. I let my hands fall to my sides. Tristan grins as he realizes he doesn’t have to fight me. He finishes stripping me; before unzipping his pants and pulling his penis out. He spreads my legs and thrusts himself into me, I cry out in pain.

“I don’t care if you're not wet. I will still fuck you.”

He sneers as he pushes himself in and out of me.

Like last time, he wraps his hand around my throat and uses my body. I stare blankly at the ceiling slipping out of my mind.

He uses my body for hours, moving me in different positions. He leaves me lying across the kitchen table when he has had enough of my body.

“Hope you enjoyed that, I will be here every day to check on you.”

Once the door shuts behind him, I slump to the floor crying out in physical and emotional pain. I don’t know how much more I can deal with him doing this to me.

Tristan keeps up his daily appointments with me for weeks. I have now become a shell of who I used to be. He comes in, strips my clothes off and uses me. He has abused between my legs, my butt, and has had me choke on his penis until I passed out, and even then, he continued to use my mouth.

Today is no different. I’m lying on my back in my bed while he pushes his penis in and out of me.

“Your slutty cunt is so good. When Cillian is done with you, I will take you back to my house and chain you to my bed. Just think of the hours of fun we can have without worrying about Cillian catching us.”

He leans down and bites my nipples, that has been another new thing he enjoys, biting me and leaving bruises all over my body.

“Look at you, Mrs. O’Sullivan, spread out for me as I fuck your pussy raw. Such a fucking whore,”

he says as he smacks me across my face.

“Aww, no reaction for me? You don’t feel sorry for cheating on your husband?”

I zone out, pretending I’m anywhere else but here. I feel Tristan’s weight moved off me, I guess he is finally done. I jolt when my body is shaken, I focus and see Cillian above me.

“You fucking cheated on me! How fucking dare you.”

I don’t say anything but let the tears fall down my cheeks he literally caught Tristan raping me and he believes I’m cheating on him.

“You can’t stop the temptation to cheat? Fine, I will help you,”

he says, going over where my phone, tablet, and computer are kept on the table in my room.

“I will take these so you can’t reach out to Tristan or any other fuck toy you have. You better hope that it is my baby. I doubt it is, but I can’t have rumors of it not being my baby getting out. For now, you will have a nurse who will do your check-ups for the baby. Once we can, we will do a paternity test, you don’t want to know what will happen if the baby isn’t mine. Food will be delivered to you.”

He storms away toward the door. “Oh, and if anyone knocks on the door, you won't answer it. My family will think you went on a retreat because of the stress from you being attacked. Hope you enjoy your new arrangements, you only have yourself to blame, whore.”

He slams the door behind him but all I hear is the last part of my heart shattering.