Chapter 2 You Hate That I Took You by Force
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The suffocating pain, the feverish passion that consumed the entire night—
Alicia couldn't recall the details anymore.
But seared into her memory was Carlos's face alight with smug satisfaction, eyes dark with conquest.
The searing agony of her heart being torn away just as she stood at love's threshold—only for Carlos to claim her by force.
That heartbreak, worse than any physical violation, became her recurring nightmare throughout their marriage.
Cool night air whispered through the room as Alicia twisted in the sheets, a whimper escaping her lips, helpless against the nightmare's relentless grip.
What came next nearly destroyed her.
Being discovered in bed with Carlos. Grandpa Radiance's horrified stare. Elvis's glacial expression.
Then Elvis's voice, thick with disgust as he called her shameless before shoving her away, disappearing onto a flight bound for foreign soil.
And after—the extravagant wedding. A cascade of white rose petals. The hollow congratulations...
"Ah!"
The wedding guests' envious smiles blurred with Elvis's hate-filled glare from memory. Alicia woke with a gasp, bolting upright as if electrocuted.
"What, another nightmare?"
Carlos sat up instantly, reaching for her, but she slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch me!" Drenched like a drowned cat, she glared with barefaced disgust, chest heaving.
Understanding dawned, hardening his features.
"Alicia," he growled, "you're still pining for Elvis, still resenting me for taking you, aren't you?"
Stung, she struck without warning—her palm flying toward his face.
He caught her wrist in a vise-like grip, pain flaring as he roared, "How much longer will you keep this up?!" His voice shredded the silence. "After everything I've given you since we married—are you truly so blind?"
What more did she want?
He'd laid his heart bare for her. Held nothing back.
Yet she kept clawing for escape, obsessed with divorce.
Carlos had reached his limit. With a final glare, he flung her arm aside, snatched a pillow, and stormed out.
"Forget about divorce," he threw over his shoulder, his tone tyrannical. "The woman I own doesn't have the right to love another."
The door exploded shut with a thunderous bang, his oppressive presence vanishing instantly.
Alicia seethed, spitting out curses between gritted teeth. "Domineering, controlling—typical Carlos, that utter bastard!"
"Never getting a divorce?" She scoffed. "We'll see how long his patience lasts when I push him to his limits!"
Though the sky was still pitch-black, fury had her bolting upright, unable to wait another second. Her fingers flew across her phone, hitting Stella's contact without hesitation. The moment the call connected, she snarled:
"Stella, did you find me a man or not?!"
"Christ, you're that hard up?" Crackled the groggy reply. "Couldn't even wait till sunrise to harass me?"
"I asked you a simple question. Did. You. Find. Him?"
"I swear, only you'd have Mr. Radiance wrapped around your finger and still plot to leave him," Stella yawned, her voice thick with sleep.
The curtains billowed as the night wind tore through, drenching the room in a bone-chilling glow.
Carlos was high society's crown prince—the kind of man women would sell their souls to tame. Though both Radiance brothers were sculpted like gods, Carlos's wild edge outshone his brother's icy restraint, setting pulses ablaze.
"The whole world sees how he worships you," Stella groaned. "What twisted logic makes you—?"
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