Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 76: Trapped Once Again
The door slammed shut behind her with a force that seemed to echo through her very soul. Delphinia stumbled forward as the men who had dragged her inside released her roughly. She spun around in desperation, just in time to hear the cold, metallic click of the lock turning from the outside. Her heart sank.
"Wait!" she screamed, rushing to the door. She slammed her palms against it repeatedly, her fists pounding in a frantic rhythm. "Let me out! You can’t keep me in here! Let me out!"
Her voice was raw, desperation clawing its way through every word. But no response came. The only sounds were her heavy breathing and the dull ache of her fists meeting the wood. Tears blurred her vision as she pressed her forehead against the door, trembling.
"Please," she whispered this time, her voice cracking. "Please, don’t do this to me..."
But the silence answered her once more, a cruel reminder of how powerless she was in this house. Slowly, her knees gave way, and she sank to the cold, hard floor. Wrapping her arms tightly around her knees, she let the tears flow freely, her shoulders shaking as sobs wracked her body.
How could this be happening? She had fought so hard to escape this place, to build a life away from the suffocating grip of the Harrington name. Yet here she was, back in the same room that had haunted her since childhood. The walls, painted in an elegant cream color, now felt like they were closing in on her, suffocating her.
Memories flooded her mind.
The yelling, the cold stares, the endless punishments... Every time she had made even the smallest mistake, her father had thrown her into this very room and locked the door. Sometimes for hours, sometimes for days. She would bang on the door until her hands hurt, but no one ever came to her rescue. The only escape was when she was finally dragged out for another lecture or punishment.
Delphinia buried her face in her knees, her tears soaking the fabric of her pants. "Why?" she muttered to herself. "Why am I here again? Why does it always end like this?"
She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms. She hated this feeling—this helplessness that wrapped around her like a suffocating blanket. She hated the weakness that came with being under her father’s control. But most of all, she hated herself for letting this happen.
"I can’t stay here," she whispered, lifting her head. Her voice was shaky but determined.
With a surge of energy, she pushed herself up from the floor and looked around the room. The place was strangely spotless, like it hadn’t changed in years. The bed was neatly made, the furniture dust-free. Everything looked perfect, but to Delphinia, it was a cage.
She approached the bed and sat on the edge. The mattress was soft, but it brought her no comfort. Lying down, she stared up at the ceiling, the tears rolling silently down her temples. Her chest heaved with the weight of her emotions.
"What am I supposed to do?" she asked the empty room. "How do I get out of here?"
Her mind raced with possibilities, each one seeming more impossible than the last. She didn’t have money. She didn’t have anyone who cared enough to come for her—at least, no one who could stand up to her father.
Then, a name popped into her mind.
"Evander..." she whispered, sitting up abruptly.
Her heart fluttered with a mix of hope and uncertainty. Would he come for her? He was her husband now, at least on paper. Surely, he wouldn’t leave her to rot in this house.
She stood and hurried to where her bag had been tossed on the floor. Kneeling down, she rummaged through it frantically, her hands trembling. "Come on, come on..." she muttered under her breath.
She searched for her phone, but when it wasn’t there, a wave of panic hit her.
"Oh no..." she murmured, realization dawning on her. She hadn’t taken her phone from Valerie’s place. It was still plugged into the wall, charging.
"Damn it!" she exclaimed, throwing the bag onto the bed in frustration. She raked her fingers through her hair, her breathing growing erratic. How could she have been so careless?
She paced the room, her thoughts spiraling. "What do I do now?" she muttered. She thought about borrowing a phone from one of the maids, but that was laughable. None of the staff would dare disobey her father. Even if she managed to get her hands on a phone, she didn’t know Evander’s number. She didn’t even remember her own.
A bitter laugh escaped her lips. "Perfect," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just perfect." She slumped onto the bed again, her head in her hands.
Her mind wandered to Valerie. Would she notice the forgotten phone? Would she suspect that something was wrong when Delphinia didn’t come back for it? And if she did, would she find a way to contact Evander?
"Please," she whispered, staring at the ceiling as if pleading with the universe. "Please let someone realize I need help."
The room seemed to mock her with its silence. Moonlight stretched shadows across the walls, making the room feel colder and emptier.
Delphinia lay back on the bed, her arms wrapped around herself. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, soaking into the pillow beneath her head. She hated this room. She hated this house. She hated everything and everyone associated with it.
Most of all, she hated the part of her that still hoped for rescue. The part that still believed someone—anyone—might come for her.
As the hours dragged on, she stared at the ceiling, sleep refusing to come. Her emotions were all over the place—scared, furious, and hopeless. She jumped at every sound outside, her body tensed like a wire.
But no one came.
The night dragged on, cold and unforgiving, as Delphinia stayed stuck in the prison she had tried so hard to leave.
