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The conversation bothered me in more ways than one.
It wasn’t just about Genevieve.
I realised we’d never actually talked about having children. I knew Sebastian wanted them. As for me… I wasn’t so sure.
What if I told him I didn’t want kids? Not just for now, not for a few years, but ever?
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The days passed slowly.
By some unspoken mutual agreement, neither Sebastian nor I brought up our difficult conversation from the other day.
Genevieve, thankfully, seemed to have vanished from my life completely.
I did wonder if Sebastian had done something else to ensure her silence, but something held me back from asking.
Maybe because I wasn’t entirely sure I’d like the answer.
Lately, I’d been feeling constantly drained. No matter what I did, I couldn’t seem to muster any energy, I was going to bed early, yet I was still exhausted during the day. I didn’t know what was wrong with me.
In the end, I put it down to pure exhaustion. I’d been run ragged for weeks, kept up half the night by Sebastian’s demands and then having to get up early for work. My body and mind just hadn’t caught up yet.
“Elean…” Sebastian murmured, his voice soft as he moved closer to me after his shower.
This time, I pushed him away.
“I’m exhausted. I just want to sleep.”I knew how this usually went. My resistance always crumbled, and I’d inevitably get swept up in the pleasure he offered until I couldn’t think straight. I wanted to say no, but Sebastian knew my body too well. With just a touch, he could make me forget my own name.
It was always the same. The only way to refuse was right at the start, before his hands could work their magic.
“I’ve been so tired lately, so sleepy. I really need to get to bed early. I can barely keep my eyes open, and I’m even worse at the studio. Please, just let me sleep tonight. Okay? I’m just completely worn out.”Sebastian looked at me with concern.
“Are you feeling unwell? Is something wrong? Maybe you should take some time off work. Stay home and rest.”I shook my head.
“No, it’s not that. I don’t feel ill, just tired. I think it’s because you… you want me every night. I’m worn out. I’m not like you, you know. I can’t just keep going and never get tired.”
“But I’m the one doing all the work. How does that tire you out?” 2
I shot him an annoyed look.
“Anyway, I’m just tired. There’s nothing wrong with me, Just let me get a few proper nights of sleep. Then I’ll be back to my old self.”
“Alright,” Sebastian said, pulling me close with a sigh.
I could feel the heat of his body against my back, and the obvious evidence of his arousal. But I was already fading, my eyelids growing impossibly heavy. Within moments, I was asleep.
The next morning, I woke up feeling just as drained.
“What time is it?”
“Almost eight,” Sebastian replied.
“But if you’re still tired, just sleep a bit longer. Take the day off. What’s going on with you lately? Is it really just exhaustion?”
“It’s all your fault,” I grumbled, giving him a half-hearted glare.
“Yes, yes. It’s all my fault. I’m the one to blame,” he conceded readily.
I had no intention of calling in sick.
“I’m getting up. I’m going to work.”
“You’re so tired, though. Just take the day. Please.”I shook my head.
“No. I’ll be fine.”I was determined not to skip work. I got up, washed, had some breakfast, and then Sebastian drove me to the studio.
I stumbled into the office, yawning all the way. Priya took one look at me and teased, “Rough night?”Her suggestive tone made her meaning perfectly clear.
“Watch it, or I’ll have to dock your pay,” I shot back, though there was no real heat behind it.
She just laughed.
I’d gone to bed early last night-no distractions from Sebastian-so I’d expected to feel refreshed. But as the morning dragged on, I was still struggling to keep my eyes open. What was wrong with me?
I decided I needed a strong coffee from the caf? next door.
But just a few steps outside the studio, a powerful force yanked me off my feet. Someone pulled me roughly into a waiting van. It happened so fast-I had no time to react or fight back. 19
“Eleanor! Eleanor… Eleanor!” I heard Priya’s panicked shouts just before the van door slammed shut and we sped away.
Inside the van were several masked figures. The air felt cold and hostile, and fear began to claw its way up my throat.
“Who are you? What do you want?” I asked, trying to sound calmer than I felt. But their harsh eyes told me everything-this was bad.
The man who’d dragged me in struck me hard across the face. My head spun, cars ringing.
Slap.
Another blow landed. I tried to struggle, but men on either side pinned my arms down.
“Fuck! Let me go! Who the hell are you?” I shouted.
Slap.
A third hit, harder this time. It felt personal.
“You stupid bitch. You must know you’ve pissed someone off,” a cold voice hissed.
I didn’t recognise it.
“Who are you?”Pissed someone off?
Who?
Genevieve?
Frank?
Someone else entirely?
“Why should I tell you?” the voice replied, dripping with contempt. He sounded like he genuinely hated me.
“What’s your connection to Genevieve?” I guessed blindly. But the slight tightening around his eyes-the only part of him I could see-told me I’d hit a nerve.
Slap!
Another stinging blow landed on my already sore cheek.
I gritted my teeth against the pain, furious and helpless. I prayed Priya had called the police and Sebastian. Maybe traffic cameras had caught the van’s license plate. Maybe help was already on the way.
I hoped.
For now, I decided it was better to stay quiet.
I couldn’t see outside; the windows were covered. The van sped recklessly, swerving and jolting until my stomach churned violently. I sat perfectly still, afraid that if I moved even slightly, I’d be sick.
Time stretched endlessly. I lost all sense of how long we’d been driving, every moment pure agony.
Then, finally, the van began to slow. It rolled to a stop, and the engine cut out.
The door was opened and as soon as I saw it swing wide, I rushed out and vomited violently onto the ground.
“Useless bitch.” The same scornful voice.
When I was finally done, my whole body felt weak, but at least my stomach was somewhat relieved.
It was only then I realised it was already dark outside. Had I really been in the van for so long?
Where was I?
I looked around. We were outside a large house. It looked like a private residence.
“If you’ve finished being sick, get your arse inside,” the man’s cold voice cut through the night.
I dragged myself forward on heavy legs.
Once we were inside, he spoke again, just as coldly: “Take her upstairs.”Just like that, I was escorted up to a room.
Soon after, the man appeared in the doorway, his gaze still frozen.
“Now you’ll get to experience what it’s like,” he said.
“To carry a child, and then be forced to get rid of it. Let’s see how you like that kind of pain.”What did he mean? Pregnant? An abortion? I didn’t even know I was pregnant-how could he? And that tone… it was pure revenge, like he was blaming me for what happened to some other woman. Had someone else gone through that because of me?
Before I could untangle my frantic thoughts, I was hauled back downstairs, a hood was pulled over my head, and I was shoved into another car. We drove for nearly two hours, ending up somewhere completely unfamiliar. Wherever it was, it was a long way from Skyline.
“What are you looking at?” the man asked coldly, noticing my defiant glare.
“Who are you?” I shot back.
“What’s your connection to Genevieve?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“You don’t strike me as one of her hired hands,” I pressed, squinting slightly as though trying to see past whatever was covering his face.
For just a second, he seemed caught off guard.
“Don’t get clever,” he snapped, the chill back in his tone.
“Are you a friend of hers? An admirer?”
“You ask too many questions. People who know too much get silenced.”I stared harder.