Chapter 3

Eliana King POV:

The silence in the drawing-room was deafening, a thick, suffocating blanket that pressed down on everyone. My declaration hung in the air, a grenade thrown into the meticulously ordered world of the King family.

Grandfather King' s face, usually a mask of control, contorted into a furious scowl. "Divorce?" he bellowed, slamming his fist on the polished mahogany table. The crystal glasses jumped, rattling against the saucers. "What utter nonsense is this, Eliana? You know what this merger means for the family, for the empire! You will not jeopardize it with your childish whims!"

"It is not a whim, Grandfather," I stated, my voice calm, almost detached. "It is a decision. The divorce papers will be filed by the end of the day."

He rose from his chair, towering over me, his eyes spitting fire. "You dare defy me? After everything we've done for you? After we gave you everything? You think you can just throw away a strategic alliance of this magnitude as if it were a discarded toy?"

Christian, my younger brother, seized the opportunity. "He's right, Eliana. Garrett Wolf is a wild card, but he's a necessary one. He's rich, influential, and brings a certain... artistic flair that could appeal to a younger market segment. You can't just toss him aside because he's a bit unconventional. Think of the optics. Think of the family name." He paused, a smug look on his face. "Besides, he's actually quite charming, in his own way. If you can't handle him, perhaps someone else should." The implication was clear: perhaps I should.

I said nothing, my face a blank slate. Their accusations, their calculations, their complete disregard for my feelings-it all washed over me, cold and indifferent. It was just business to them. Always.

Grandfather King' s fury intensified, his face turning a dangerous shade of crimson. "Silence! This is not a discussion. You will retract your ridiculous statement. You will make amends with Garrett Wolf. Or face the consequences." He gestured to the two burly family enforcers who stood silently by the door. "Bring the lash."

My heart didn't flinch. I had known this was coming. This was the King family' s ultimate form of discipline, a brutal reminder of who was truly in charge. I stood my ground, my posture rigid, my eyes steady.

The lash, a thin, cruel strip of leather, whistled through the air. The first strike landed across my back, a searing line of fire that snapped through my elegant dress. I gasped, a sharp, involuntary intake of breath, but I did not cry out. My muscles tensed, my body screaming in protest, but my mind remained clear.

"Will you reconsider, Eliana?" Grandfather's voice was low, menacing.

"No," I replied, my voice hoarse.

Another strike. This one, lower, across my kidney. A wave of nausea, a dizzying burst of pain. I bit down on my tongue, tasting blood, denying them the satisfaction of a scream.

"Still defiant?" he snarled.

"I will divorce him," I repeated, each word a painful effort.

The flogging continued, a rhythmic, agonizing blur of pain. My back was a canvas of fire, my dress torn and soaked with blood. Each strike pushed me closer to the edge, but it also crystallized my resolve. This was my choice. My freedom.

"Why, Eliana?" Grandfather demanded, his voice now tinged with a desperate frustration. "Why are you doing this? What reason could possibly justify such insubordination?"

I lifted my head, my eyes burning with a cold fury that would have withered anyone else. "Because he doesn't love me," I spat, the words a bitter venom. "And he never did. His heart belongs to another. I am merely a tool, a stepping stone in his desperate game." My voice cracked with an emotion I rarely allowed to surface-humiliation. "He used me, Grandfather. Just as you all used me."

I expected shock. I expected anger. I expected them to dismiss it as a triviality. Instead, a tense quiet descended. Grandfather' s face, usually so composed, wavered. His eyes flickered, a flicker of something that looked suspiciously like... guilt.

Then, my aunt, a distant relative but a powerful voice in the family council, sighed heavily. "We knew, Eliana. We suspected."

My world shattered. It wasn't just a metaphor. It was real. A sharp, searing pain erupted in my chest, worse than any lash. They knew. All along, they knew. They had orchestrated this sham, this mockery of a marriage, fully aware that I was a pawn in Garrett' s game. They had sacrificed my dignity, my well-being, for the sake of a merger.

My mind reeled, flashing back to my childhood. I was Grandfather's favored, the golden child, the perfect successor. My parents, cold and distant, had always said they loved me, that I was their pride. But after Christian was born, their affection had shifted. I had worked harder, strived for more, excelled in everything, believing that recognition, that perfection, would bring their love back. Every rebellious act, every calculated risk, every relentless pursuit of success-it was all a desperate plea for their attention, for their approval.

It was all a joke. A cruel, elaborate joke. My entire life, a carefully constructed illusion for their benefit.

A hysterical laugh bubbled up from my throat, a ragged, broken sound. It wasn't amusement. It was the sound of everything I believed in crumbling to dust. "You knew," I choked out, the words laced with a venomous disbelief. "You all knew. And you still put me through this."

Grandfather's face darkened again, his eyes narrowed, but the guilt still lingered beneath the anger. "Stop this nonsense, Eliana! This is not the time for theatrics!"

Christian, ever the opportunist, stepped forward, a feigned look of concern on his face. "Grandfather, perhaps we should listen. Eliana is clearly distressed. If Garrett truly has no affection for her, and she feels so... used... perhaps a divorce is in everyone's best interest. With Eliana in this state, she can't possibly run King Corp effectively." He turned to me, a predatory glint in his eyes concealed by a sympathetic smile. "We all want what's best for you, dear sister. And if you're unhappy, we wouldn't want you to be tied to a man who can't appreciate you."

My grandfather looked at Christian, then back at me, a calculating flicker in his eyes. He valued loyalty, but he valued efficiency and power more. He had always favored Christian, seeing a reflection of his own ruthless ambition in my brother.

"Garrett Wolf is a talented artist," Christian continued, pressing his advantage. "He won't be without prospects. And frankly, Grandfather, my marriage to the Chen family heiress would solidify our position in the Asian market, far more than this Wolf merger ever would. Why waste Eliana's potential on a damaged asset?"

I watched them, my heart a frozen stone. They were discussing me, my life, my future, as if I were a stock option. A commodity to be traded, discarded, or repurposed.

"Fine," Grandfather finally said, his voice clipped, his gaze fixed on Christian. "If that's truly what Eliana wants, then so be it. Divorce her. But she will bear the full consequences of this rash decision." He waved a hand dismissively at the enforcers. "Release her."

I felt the sudden absence of the lash, the sharp sting of fresh air against my raw back. The pain was immense, but my mind was clearer than ever. They thought they were punishing me, but they had just given me the only thing I truly craved: freedom.

I pushed myself up, my legs trembling, my body screaming in protest. Blood trickled down my legs, staining the pristine carpet. I looked at Grandfather, then at Christian, a cold, empty smile on my face. "Consequences?" I rasped, my voice barely a whisper. "Oh, Grandfather. You have no idea what consequences truly mean."

I took a shaky step, then another, ignoring the pain. "You think you can just discard me, replace me?" My eyes swept over their faces, registering their shock, their dawning unease. "This divorce isn't just from Garrett. It's from all of you."

Grandfather' s face turned an even deeper shade of purple. "What are you talking about, Eliana? You are a King! You always will be!"

"No," I countered, my voice growing stronger, colder. "The moment you saw me as a damaged asset, the moment you knowingly sacrificed me for your petty corporate games, I ceased to be a King. This divorce is the last thread connecting me to this family, to this empire." I looked directly at Christian, a chilling promise in my eyes. "Enjoy your inheritance, Christian. You've earned it, in your own pathetic way."

I swayed, but caught myself. "I will sign the papers. And then, I will disappear. You will never see me again. And I promise you, Grandfather, you will regret this day more than any other."