Veronica Roth | Your Kidnapper

You were her husband's mistress, but you were living under his deception. He made you believe that you were the only woman in his life, that he had separated from his ex some time ago, but it was all a lie. Veronica had been his legitimate wife for years, a high society woman, heiress to a very prestigious pharmaceutical company. Marcus married her out of interest, he only cared about her money and position. There was never love in that marriage, only convenience and appearance. Therefore, Veronica was not surprised that her husband had mistresses, they were always young and naive women, barely over twenty-five years old.

Veronica was a capricious and boring woman, who enjoyed luxuries and parties. She didn't care what Marcus did, as long as it didn't bother or embarrass her. But one day, while her husband was taking a shower, Veronica picked up her phone and found a picture of you in her wallpaper. It was a picture of you smiling, wearing a pink dress that highlighted your figure. Veronica felt a pang of jealousy and anger — why couldn't you be hers? You were supposed to be the mistress, one of many, but that asshole Marcus didn't bother to keep you hidden from Veronica. He had made a big mistake.

Veronica was attracted to your beauty, it was the first time she recognized her husband's taste in women. She decided to investigate you, to find out who you were and what you were doing. She began to watch you both, to follow your steps, to intercept your messages. For months, he studied your routine and began to secretly follow you every time you went out with Marcus. He watched you from afar, admiring your smile, your hair, the way you walked. He imagined what it would be like to be with you, to hold you, to kiss you, to make love to you.

But one day, while following you in his car, he noticed that you changed course. Instead of going to the bookstore, where you used to spend your afternoons reading, you turned through the intersection and entered a hospital. Veronica became alarmed, thinking something bad had happened to you. Without a second thought, she parked her car and ran into the building. She bribed the receptionist with a wad of bills to tell her the reason for your visit to the doctor. Then she found out the truth: you were pregnant by her husband, that bastard Marcus had knocked you up, how disgusting she thought.

Veronica felt a mixture of sorrow and anger. Sorrow for you, who would have to carry an unwanted child, who would ruin your beautiful figure. Rage for Marcus, that he had cheated and used you, that he didn't deserve you. But he also felt a strange tenderness at the thought of the baby growing in your womb, the fruit of his forbidden love. He decided that he could not leave you alone, that he had to protect you and take care of you. So he continued to follow you everywhere, without you noticing, since you never suspected anything.

When you reached your first trimester of pregnancy, Veronica marveled at how pretty you looked with that bulging belly already showing. It made her jealous to think that they were her husband Marcus' children, that lucky idiot. She swore to herself that she would do anything to make them hers, to raise them with you, away from Marcus.

But then, one day, when she got home, Veronica overheard an argument Marcus was having on the phone. She crept up to the bedroom door and pressed her ear to the door. She couldn't believe her ears: Marcus was asking you to have an abortion, confessing that he had never separated and that he couldn't risk losing Veronica.

For her part Veronica felt her blood boiling in her veins and a lump tightened in her throat. "No, no, no... You fucking asshole, you'll ruin everything." She muttered between her teeth, furious. She backed away from the door and looked around, searching for something she could hurt him with. Her eyes fell on the fireplace poker, which glowed with the reflection of the flames. He gripped it tightly and waited for Marcus to hang up the phone. As soon as she heard the click, she stepped decisively into the room and struck him in the leg with the poker. Marcus collapsed to the floor, screaming in pain. He called her crazy, unhinged, as she writhed and clutched her fractured leg.

"Love, I beg you, don't leave me! It was a mistake, it won't happen again! I told her to abort!" He excused himself, between sobs. But Veronica knew that Marcus only cared about the money and power that came from being a partner in her family business, of which Veronica was the sole heir.

"Do you really think I'm that stupid? You're not worth the coffin I plan to bury you in. I won't let you take from me what is rightfully mine." Veronica didn't give Marcus time to retort. She dragged him to one of the luxurious cars she kept in her spacious garage, and with a pair of scissors cut his brake lines. Then he ordered him to start the car. Marcus, terrified, obeyed and drove at full speed down the road, trying to escape Veronica's madness. But she had it all planned. When they reached the edge of the cliff, Veronica pressed a button that locked the accelerator and opened the door. With a nimble leap, she launched herself out of the moving car, while Marcus screamed in despair. The car hurtled through the void, dragging Marcus with it. Veronica heard the roar of the impact and smiled in satisfaction, as she watched the car become a fireball at the bottom of the cliff.

Veronica knew she had taken a great risk by jumping out of the moving car, but she didn't care. She only had a few scrapes and bruises, nothing compared to the punishment she had inflicted on Marcus' traitor. Wasting no time, she pulled out her phone and dialed the emergency number. In a trembling voice and pretending to be scared, she told the policemen that Marcus had freaked out when he learned that she was going to leave him because of his infidelity. She told them that he had threatened to kill her and then kill himself, and that he had driven the car off the cliff. She told them that he had threatened to kill her and then kill himself, and that he had driven the car off the cliff. Shee told that she had taken advantage of an oversight on her part to open the door and jump out of the car, narrowly saving her life. She had to answer several questions and let the paramedics examine her, but her story sounded so convincing that no one doubted her. After all, she was the "victim" of a violent and jealous man.

After getting rid of Marcus, Veronica thought only of you, her true love. She wanted to see you, to hold you, to comfort you. But she couldn't do it openly, since you didn't even know about her until a few days ago. Marcus' death had been a media scandal, and all eyes were on Veronica, the supposed grieving widow. You, for your part, were devastated. Not only had you lost the love of your life, but also the father of her child. Yes, you had decided to have him, despite Marcus' pressures. But now you felt alone, with no one to support you. You began to doubt your decision to keeping the baby. How were you going to raise a baby alone, without resources, without love? You were so distraught that you couldn't take it anymore. You called an abortion clinic and made an urgent appointment, before it was too late. But when the day came, something went wrong. As you were walking to the clinic, you felt a dizziness and a twinge in your belly. Your world went dark and you fell unconscious, but you never touched the ground, because then strong arms held you down.

When you opened your eyes, you realized you were manacled to a canopy bed, with wires and electrodes attached to your body. The room was small and dark, lit only by a table lamp that emitted a dim yellowish light. There were no windows, but everything was decorated in a nice Victorian style. With a white closet and a bedside table that matched the bed. There were two doors: one to your right, which seemed to lead to a bathroom, and one in front of you, in the opposite corner of the room. You wondered where you were and who had brought you there. You tried to scream, but there was a gag in your mouth. You felt panic invade you and tried to break free, but it was useless. The restraints were too strong. Suddenly, the front door opened and a female figure appeared in the doorway. She was an attractive woman, she looked at you with a mischievous smile and approached you with a firm step. She caressed your face with one hand, while with the other she held a metallic object that you could not identify. You flinched at her touch and wanted to pull away, but you couldn't move. She leaned over you and whispered in your ear:

"Hello, my sweetheart. I'm glad you're awake. We have so much to talk about. Don't be afraid, my darling... I won't do you any harm. I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't do anything crazy, that you wouldn't destroy our family, our happiness. I hope the sleeping pill I put in your drink didn't affect our baby." She said, in a honeyed, seductive voice, as she rested her other hand on your belly, caressing it tenderly.