A Love Forgotten Novel by Webfic

Elijah swiftly dragged me away, leaving Teri behind and furiously shouting in place. He drove fast, I was thrown around in the backseat without a seatbelt, forced to grip the seat to steady myself.

Furious, my eyes burned with tears. “Elijah, are you crazy? I’m calling the police!”

Elijah’s gaze was fixed on the road ahead, his expression dark and cold. “Go ahead! Tell the police your legal husband took you away. Let’s see who cares!”

I wanted to reach for my purse, but Elijah slammed on the brakes. My head smashed hard against the seat in front of me. A wave of dizziness hit me, and everything went black.

I struggled to keep my eyes open to grab my phone, but my body wouldn’t cooperate, and I passed bu

When I woke up, I was in an unfamiliar room. It was even more basic than the villa before, and there was a lingering smell of fresh paint.

“You’re awake?” Elijah’s deep voice echoed from somewhere in the room.

I shot up but was forced to lie back down by the dizziness. Footsteps approached, and Elijah’s face appeared above me. In just a few days, he looked worn out, his beard unshaven and his hair unkempt

I clutched my head, weakly asking, “Where have you taken me?”NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Elijah drew the curtains, letting in the sunlight. “We’re on the outskirts. It’s a vacation home I bought as an investment. It’s still under renovation.”

I struggled to sit up, leaning weakly against the headboard. Elijah stood by the window, staring at the view outside. I glanced around the room.

Sure enough, it wasn’t fully furnished yet. The furniture looked half–new, half–old, likely left by the previous

owner.

After taking in the view for a moment, Elijah turned to look at me, his gaze steady but complicated. There was anger in his eyes, but there was also something like helplessness.

I licked my dry lips. “I want some water.”

Elijah silently handed me a bottle of mineral water. My hands were still weak from just waking up, and after struggling to twist it open, I had to give up. He took the bottle back and unscrewed it with ease.

“Here.” He handed the bottle back to me.

I froze for a moment, hesitating before taking it. Seeing how cautious I was, Elijah let out a bitter laugh.” I’m not going to hurt you. You don’t have to be this careful around me.”

I stayed silent for a while before asking. “How did you know where I was?”

Elijah didn’t answer, his gaze darkening. Suddenly, it clicked–Evelyn! She must have been so angry that she told Jocelyn. And Jocelyn, wanting to provoke Elijah, told him my whereabouts.

I slumped back against the headboard, feeling defeated. “Elijah, what exactly do you want from me?”

Elijah shot back, “That’s my question to you. What do you want, Ariana?”

Without hesitation, I answered, “I want a divorce.”

Elijah replied just as quickly, “Not happening.”

We were in a deadlock

I laughed bitterly. “I never thought you’d put up with a woman like me for seven years, all for money.”

His tone was icy as he said, “Don’t try to provoke me. Whether or not I’m in it for the money has nothing to do with our marriage.”

I sighed inwardly. “Why lie to yourself? If it weren’t for the Linden Group’s financial troubles, you never would’ve agreed to marry me in the first place.”

I flashed him a forced smile. “Elijah, I was wrong before. But it’s over now. Can’t we just go our separate ways?”

Elijah’s voice was cold. “No.”

I slumped back against the bed, drained. “Elijah, don’t force my hand. I’ll hire a lawyer, and I will get a divorce.”

He let out a mocking laugh. “Fine! We can go to court. Let’s see who breaks first after a few year battles.”

I fell silent. A deep sense of despair settled over me.

Elijah wasn’t planning on letting me go, nor was he willing to give up that money. What I once thought was the key to winning this love game had turned into the shackles binding me.