Chapter 4

Aurelia Dickerson POV:

The guards dragged me out of the lab, their grip like iron bands. My bandaged hand screamed in protest, each movement sending fresh waves of agony through the broken bones. My pleas to Javier had fallen on deaf ears, swallowed by the cavernous indifference of his betrayal. He and Bambi were gone, leaving me to the mercy of his enforcers.

They shoved me into a black SUV, the windows tinted, sealing me off from the world. We drove for what felt like an eternity, the city lights fading into the desolate expanse of the countryside. The fear was a cold, constricting knot in my stomach. What was he going to do to me?

Finally, the SUV pulled up to a remote, abandoned warehouse, its skeletal frame silhouetted against the bruised pre-dawn sky. Moonlight filtered through the grimy windows, casting long, distorted shadows. The air was thick with dust and the metallic tang of decay.

The guards yanked me out, their hands rough. Javier was waiting, standing in the oppressive gloom, his face unreadable. Bambi was beside him, a ghostly figure in a white dress, a faint, malevolent smile playing on her lips.

"Aurelia," Javier's voice echoed in the vast space, devoid of any warmth. "You left me no choice. You refused to cooperate. You threatened Bambi. You forced my hand."

My breath hitched. My hand. The broken one. The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. He wasn't just going to silence me. He was going to punish me.

"Punish?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "What kind of punishment are you talking about, Javier?"

He stepped forward, holding something in his hand. A heavy, ornate metal bar, its surface glinting dully in the faint light. My eyes widened in horror.

Then, he did something that made my blood run cold. He handed the metal bar to Bambi.

My gaze snapped to her. Her eyes gleamed with a chilling delight. She gripped the bar, testing its weight.

"Javier, no!" I screamed, struggling against the guards. "You can't! This is barbaric!"

He ignored my pleas, his gaze fixed on Bambi. "Teach her a lesson, Bambi," he said, his voice as cold as the metal bar she held. "Teach her what happens when she defies me. Make sure she understands the consequences of her actions."

He looked at me, his eyes devoid of emotion. "This is for your own good, Aurelia. You need to learn discipline. You need to learn who is in charge."

My heart pounded, a frantic drum against my ribs. I tried to speak, to beg, but my throat closed up, choked by fear.

Bambi stepped towards me, the metal bar swinging gently in her hand. A cruel smile stretched across her lips. "Oh, Aurelia," she purred, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "This is going to hurt you more than it hurts me. Well, maybe not." She giggled, a chilling, childlike sound.

Javier watched, his expression impassive. He was enjoying this. He was allowing this.

"Take her other hand, Bambi," he instructed, his voice calm, detached. "We need to make sure she can't write, can't research, can't cause any more trouble."

My body went numb. My hands. My hands, my tools, my life. He was going to destroy them.

Bambi raised the bar, her eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. The first blow landed on my left hand, the one already bandaged. A searing pain, sharper than anything I had ever felt, shot through my arm. I screamed, a raw, primal sound of agony.

Bambi giggled. "Again, Javier? She's quite resilient."

Javier nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Again. Make sure she remembers this."

The second blow. The third. The fourth. Each one a fresh wave of agony, each one a hammer blow to my very soul. My hands, once so skilled, so precise, were being systematically crushed. I struggled, I thrashed, but the guards held me firm.

My vision blurred, tears of pain and humiliation streaming down my face. I could barely breathe. The pain was all-consuming, a raging inferno in my hands.

Bambi dropped the bar, her chest heaving, a triumphant glint in her eyes. "She's done, Javier. She won't be writing anything for a long, long time."

Javier walked over, his gaze sweeping over my mangled hands. He knelt beside me, his face close to mine. "Do you understand now, Aurelia? Do you understand who you're dealing with?"

I couldn't speak. I could only whimper, the pain too immense, too overwhelming. My world was shrinking, consumed by the throbbing agony in my hands.

Then, everything went black.

I woke up in a pristine white hospital room, the scent of antiseptic filling my nostrils. My hands were heavily bandaged, suspended in slings, throbbing with a dull, constant ache. Javier was sitting by my bedside, his face etched with concern.

"Aurelia," he whispered, rushing to my side. He took my arm, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Thank God you're awake. I was so worried." He leaned in, his voice thick with what sounded like remorse. "I'm so sorry, my love. It was an accident. Bambi... she got carried away. I never meant for things to go so far."

I stared at him, a bitter laugh bubbling in my throat. Accident? Carried away? He had orchestrated it. He had watched. He had ordered it.

"You ordered it," I rasped, my voice hoarse. "You watched her break my hands. And you enjoyed it."

His face hardened. "Don't be ridiculous, Aurelia. Bambi is a fragile woman. She was just defending me. Protecting our interests. You were being irrational." He squeezed my arm. "But I've already arranged for the best surgeons. They'll fix your hands. You'll be back to normal in no time."

He continued, oblivious to my growing revulsion. "And Bambi... she feels terrible. She's so distraught. But I explained it to her. You needed to learn a lesson. She was just doing her duty."

My heart, already shattered, splintered further. He was still protecting her. Still blaming me.

He leaned in, his voice a low purr. "I've decided to make it up to you, Aurelia. I've bought you a new villa, overlooking the ocean. We can start fresh. Just us. We'll leave all this... unpleasantness behind." He gestured around the sterile room, as if dismissing the pain he had inflicted. "You can rest, recover. I'll take care of everything. You don't have to worry about a thing."

He was trying to buy me. To imprison me in a gilded cage. To control me.

A sickening wave of nausea washed over me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tear out his throat. But I couldn't. My hands were broken. My voice, barely a whisper.

He had arranged for a lavish display in the hospital room: a vase filled with my favorite white lilies, a box of artisanal chocolates, a brand new tablet loaded with my favorite e-books. All the things he thought would make me happy. All the things he used to do, in the early days, when his love felt real.

I remembered the early mornings, when he would bring me coffee in bed, a single lily by its side, his eyes full of adoration. I remembered the thoughtful gifts, the quiet moments of shared laughter, the way he would listen, truly listen, to my dreams, my aspirations.

Now, all of it felt like a grotesque mockery. His presents were chains. His concern, a lie.

He leaned in, his lips brushing my forehead. "I've missed you, Aurelia. We'll be happy again. Just like before."

Before. There was no 'before' anymore. He had destroyed it.

I closed my eyes, a cold, empty ache spreading through my chest. My heart was dead. Irrevocably.

Then, a sudden, high-pitched giggle echoed from the hallway. Bambi.

My eyes snapped open. Javier's head snapped to the door.

Bambi appeared in the doorway, a delicate silk nightgown clinging to her slender frame. Her eyes were wide and tearful, her face pale. She clutched a teddy bear to her chest.

"Javier!" she whimpered, her voice shaky. "I... I had a nightmare. I was so scared." She looked at me, her eyes wide with feigned fear. "I'm so sorry, Aurelia. I didn't mean to hurt you. I really didn't. I just... I got so scared."

Javier was on his feet in an instant, rushing to her side. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "It's alright, darling. It was just a dream. I'm here. You're safe." He stroked her hair, his gaze filled with a tenderness that made my stomach churn.

I watched them, a profound sense of emptiness settling over me. He was truly gone. His heart, his loyalty, his very being. All consumed by Bambi.

He was oblivious to the monster she truly was, blinded by his twisted sense of loyalty, by her feigned vulnerability. He saw her as a damsel in distress, a precious thing he had to protect at all costs, even at the expense of his wife, his morals, his humanity.

My hands throbbed. My head ached. But a new kind of clarity, cold and sharp, settled in my mind. He was not just my husband anymore. He was my enemy. And Bambi, his accomplice, his weapon.

My life with Javier was over. But my story, my pursuit of justice, was just beginning.