The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 500

I used to think the nights spent waiting for Ferris to come home over the past two years were agonizingly long.

But tonight completely shattered that illusion.

Waiting for him might have been bitter and lonely, but at least I was safe. I had sat on a leather sofa in a multi-million-dollar mansion, wrapped in soft silk pajamas, waiting for my husband. That suffering was entirely emotional.

But now, hogtied on a filthy, freezing floor, forced to listen to a brutal assault while icy winds sliced through my grime-covered sweater, every single second stretched into a suffocating year.

I desperately needed Caspian to understand the danger and race here to save both me and Zoey.

I suffered through a torturous mix of terrified anticipation and numbing agony, waiting until Zoey's screams had faded into hoarse whimpers, until the burly man finally dragged himself off her, exhausted and satisfied.

Just as my body gave out from the freezing cold and sheer exhaustion, right on the verge of blacking out, a massive, explosive crash shattered the silence.

A Black Defender roared into the decaying warehouse like an untamed beast, the deafening screech of its tires tearing painfully at my eardrums.

The suffocating knot in my chest instantly vanished. Through my blurred vision, I saw a tall figure leap from the driver's seat and sprint furiously toward me.

I couldn't make out his face.

Was it Caspian?

Thank God. He actually came. I could finally let go and drift into the darkness.

But why did the voice echoing in my ears sound exactly like Ferris screaming my name: "Selena!"

When I woke up again, the room was still dimly lit. For a terrifying split second, I panicked, convinced I was still locked in that rotting warehouse.