Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 83: Escape Plan

Delphinia jolted awake, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Her heart raced like crazy, and her clothes stuck to her skin with sweat. She pressed a trembling hand to her forehead, brushing away strands of hair plastered to her skin.

The room was pitch-black, except for the soft glow of moonlight sneaking through the curtains and streaking the walls. She struggled to steady her breathing, but the images from her nightmare lingered—her father’s enraged face, the sound of glass shattering, and the sting of his words slicing through her like a knife.

Staying in this house was a mistake. She had known it from the moment she stepped back inside. This place wasn’t just walls and furniture, it was a graveyard of her worst nightmares, choking her with memories she had fought so hard to escape.

Her gaze darted to the clock on the bedside table. 10:00 p.m. The clock ticked softly, oblivious to the mess she was in. She sat up, pulling her knees to her chest, her mind racing.

I can’t stay here anymore.

The thought was firm, resolute. She wasn’t a helpless child anymore, doomed to endure whatever her father threw her way. She was stronger now, smarter. She wouldn’t let this house swallow her whole.

But how could she leave? Her eyes flickered to the door. Locked, of course. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. If she had the faintest clue how to pick a lock, this would be over in seconds. She made a mental note to watch tutorials if she ever got out of this mess.

Her eyes fell on the balcony door, and an idea began to form. She slipped out of bed, padding softly to the glass doors. Pulling the curtain aside, she peered out into the cool night.

The balcony gave her a view of the garden, its neat hedges and paths glowing under the soft moonlight. She leaned over the railing and scanned the area. Her stomach dropped as she spotted a pair of guards patrolling below. Dressed in black, they were almost invisible in the shadows, but their movements gave them away. She watched as they turned a corner and disappeared out of sight.

Her eyebrows knitted together with resolve. Jumping was out of the question—she’d break her legs and ruin any chance of escape. But she wasn’t without options. Her gaze shifted back to her bed, an idea sparking in her mind. It was reckless and ridiculous, but it might just work.

With frantic hands, she started tearing off the sheets, blankets, even the decorative cover. She tied them together with shaky hands, knotting them as tightly as she could. The makeshift rope grew longer with every piece she added, her hands trembling but steady enough to tie each knot.

The air in the room felt heavy, the silence broken only by the rustling of fabric and the occasional creak of the bed frame. She moved as fast as her shaky hands could manage, her heartbeat pounding like a drum in her ears.

When the rope was finished, she gave it a firm tug to test its strength. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do. She tied one end securely to the balcony railing, praying it would hold her weight.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced down again. The guards had returned, their figures moving in and out of the shadows. She waited, her pulse racing as she tracked their movements. As soon as they were out of view, she climbed over the railing and began making her way down.

The makeshift rope felt rough against her palms, the knots digging into her skin as she lowered herself inch by inch. The cool night air bit at her exposed skin, and her muscles strained with the effort.

"Just a little more," she whispered to herself.

Her feet finally touched the ground, and relief flooded through her. She let go the rope and stepped back, glancing around to make sure no one had seen her.

Move. The thought pushed her forward. She stuck to the shadows, her footsteps light as she made her way across the garden. She crouched behind the towering hedges, knowing they’d only protect her for a little while.

The sound of distant voices reached her ears, and she quickened her pace, her breath hitching with every step. She turned a corner, her eyes darting around for an exit.

But before she could take another step, she collided with something solid.

"Oof!" she gasped, stumbling back.

She looked up, her heart sinking as she came face to face with one of her father’s men. The man was tall and broad-shouldered. His expression shifted from confusion to realization in an instant.

"Well, well," he said, his tone low and raspy. "What do we have here?"

Delphinia swallowed hard, her mind scrambling for a way out. "I-I was just—"

"Trying to run, were you?" he interrupted, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He crossed his arms over his chest, blocking her path. "You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that."

Her hands balled into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. "Let me go," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

The man chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Not a chance, little miss. You’re coming with me."

She took a step back, her eyes darting around for an escape route. But before she could make a move, he grabbed her wrist.

"Let me go!" she shouted, struggling against him.

"Quiet," he snapped, his grip tightening. "You’re only making this harder on yourself."

Delphinia’s heart pounded as she realized she was out of options. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

"I’ll scream," she threatened, her voice trembling.

He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Go ahead. See how far that gets you."

Tears stung her eyes as frustration and fear threatened to overwhelm her. She hated how powerless she felt, how easily he had caught her.

"Please," she whispered, her voice breaking.

The man hesitated for a moment, his grip loosening slightly. But it was only a moment. With a firm tug, he began dragging her back toward the house.

Delphinia’s mind raced as she stumbled along, her bare feet scraping against the rough stone path. She couldn’t give up—not now. But for the moment, she was trapped.