Falling Into My Husband's Arms

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 683 | Released on: 30/03/2026

ell of sterile alcohol clashed violently with

uscle beneath his dress shirt. She sucked in a sharp breath, forcing her

bumping into yo

had been married for three months. They barely saw each other, but hearing that sterile,

walk on my own. I don't need your assistance." She reached her hand out in

e irritation in his chest rapidly morphed into a dark, unexplainable

his knees slightly. He swept his left arm under the back of he

t left the floor. He lifted her effortlessly into

ation of floating made her stomach lurch. Her hands flew up and clamped down

d, keeping her voice low.

heek ticking. "Shut up, unless you want

be front-page news by morning. She went completely rigid in his arms, feelin

em gasp, but A.C. Rowe immediately sho

akobe walked straight toward it. A.C. Rowe rush

te room. He noted the cheap furniture and the small window, his uppe

ed backward like a cornered animal, pulling the thin

oice shaking slightly. "You can go back to your acquisi

n't leave. He slowly unbuttoned the center button of his suit jacket and grabbed the metal chair n

ot taking his eyes off Audra. "Go g

"What are you doing? This violates our ag

s I have the right to protect the Hartman family's public image," he said, his voice drippin

to justify the violent, unfamiliar need to protec

th to fight back, bu

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“I woke up from emergency surgery to repair a torn retina, completely blind and alone. The first phone call I received wasn't one of concern. It was my mother, furious that I had embarrassed our family by missing a business brunch. Her next order was chilling. "Go to your husband. Get pregnant. A Hartman heir is the only thing that will secure our trust fund." My husband, Jakobe Hartman, is a man who views our marriage as a corporate merger. Our hundred-page prenup has a clause that strictly forbids any emotional entanglement. He was the last person I wanted to see me so helpless. But then I stumbled blindly out of my room and crashed right into him. He found me weak and pathetic. He overheard my mother's abusive voicemail. He even listened in silence as I spun pathetic lies on the phone, pretending he was a doting husband just to get her off my back. I expected him to walk away in disgust. Instead, he moved me to the penthouse suite and sent me home in an armored car. I dismissed it as a cold calculation to protect his public image. I thought I was finally safe in my own apartment. I had no idea he was watching me on a live security feed, just moments after ordering the hostile takeover of my family's entire company.”