Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 54 Summary
In Chapter 54 of “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” Elle finds herself in a deeply unsettling confrontation with Brad. The chapter opens with Elle feeling an overwhelming sense of fear as Brad’s demeanor shifts from warm to menacing. His grip on her shoulders is painful, and despite her pleas for him to stop, he seems consumed by a rage that she has never seen before. This moment marks a significant shift in their relationship, as the composed man she once knew transforms into someone driven by jealousy and possessiveness.
As the tension escalates, Elle attempts to escape but is physically restrained by Brad, who accuses her of becoming too bold. His anger is palpable, and Elle is left feeling vulnerable and confused. She struggles to understand the sudden intensity of his emotions, questioning why their arrangement has spiraled into such chaos. The confrontation reveals Brad’s deep-seated insecurities, particularly regarding their child, which adds another layer of complexity to their already fraught relationship.
The situation reaches a climax when Brad forcibly kisses Elle, a stark contrast to their previous, more tender interactions. This kiss is described as fierce and demanding, leaving Elle in a state of shock and fear. Despite her instinct to resist, she feels a conflicting response to his touch, highlighting the complicated nature of their bond. The chapter captures Elle’s turmoil as she grapples with her feelings for Brad, torn between her fear of his aggression and the remnants of their connection.
As the chapter progresses, Brad’s behavior becomes increasingly controlling, culminating in him carrying Elle to the bedroom against her will. This act amplifies her fear for both her safety and that of their unborn child. Yet, beneath his aggressive facade, there are glimpses of vulnerability and a desperate need to protect what they have built together. Elle realizes that to move forward, they must confront the darkness that has infiltrated their relationship, seeking to reclaim the trust and love that once defined them.
In the end, Elle resolves to fight for their bond and navigate the tumultuous emotions that threaten to tear them apart. She understands that their journey ahead will be fraught with challenges, but she is determined to face them for the sake of their child and the love that still flickers between them. This chapter emphasizes the complexities of love, fear, and the struggle to maintain a connection amidst chaos, setting the stage for the emotional battles that lie ahead.
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**Chapter 54**
**Elle’s POV**
My heart felt like it was trying to escape my chest as I locked eyes with Brad. His amber gaze, once warm and inviting, now bore into me with a ferocity that sent shivers racing down my spine. The air around us was thick, almost suffocating, each breath I took felt like a struggle against an unseen force pressing down on me.
Before I could gather my thoughts or muster a coherent response, Brad’s hands shot out, gripping my shoulders with an intensity that made me flinch, a reflexive reaction to the sudden surge of pain.
“Brad, you’re hurting me!” I gasped, desperation creeping into my voice, but it was as if my words had vanished into the ether, unheard and unacknowledged.
His eyes, usually filled with warmth, now blazed with an unsettling fury I had never witnessed before. It was a barely contained rage that made my skin prickle and my heart race with fear. Without warning, his fingers brushed against my lips, wiping away an imaginary stain, a gesture that felt invasive and jarring.
The unexpectedness of his touch jolted me, and I instinctively slapped his hand away, surprising even myself with the force of my reaction. “Mr. Rayne, what the hell is wrong with you?” I demanded, my voice trembling yet assertive, a fragile barrier against the storm brewing within him.
In that moment, the composed businessman I had known so well seemed to evaporate, replaced by something raw and primal. The Alpha wolf within him had emerged, and it was terrifying in its intensity.
“What’s wrong with me?” he growled, his voice dropping to a low, menacing tone that sent a fresh wave of chills down my spine. “Perhaps I’ve been too lenient with you lately! You’ve become remarkably bold, haven’t you?”
I glanced around the room, my heart sinking as I noticed the staff members, their eyes glued to the floor, avoiding any semblance of eye contact. The air was heavy with unspoken dread, and I felt an overwhelming urge to escape from him, from whatever this confrontation was spiraling into.
Turning on my heel, I attempted to flee, but before I could take a single step, strong hands gripped me from behind. Brad spun me around, pushing me toward the sofa with a force that sent me stumbling backward. I barely had time to regain my footing before he was there, looming over me, his body pinning mine against the plush cushions.
“Brad, you’ve lost your mind!” I exclaimed, a mixture of shock and fear lacing my voice. In all our time together, he had never physically intimidated me like this, and it left me feeling utterly reeling and vulnerable.
“Yes, I have lost my mind,” he snarled, his face mere inches from mine, his breath hot and heavy against my skin. “I lost it the moment I granted you so many privileges! When I allowed you freedoms no one else has ever enjoyed in my household!”
I stared up at him, utterly bewildered by this sudden outburst. What had triggered such an intense reaction? What could possibly have ignited this level of rage?
Brad’s eyes were dark, not just with anger but with something deeper—betrayal and jealousy swirled within them, and I found myself grappling with confusion. We had established an arrangement, a contract born out of necessity. Why was he behaving like a possessive lover?
“Brad, please,” I implored, struggling to keep my voice steady despite the tremor of fear coursing through me. “I don’t know what’s going on, but you need to calm down. You’re scaring me.”
He disregarded my plea, his grip on my wrists tightening as he pinned them above my head. I struggled against his hold, but it felt futile, as if I were fighting against iron.
“Elle West,” he said, his voice cold and accusatory, “when you became my mate, was it against your will?”
His question caught me completely off guard. “What are you talking about? We agreed on this arrangement together! We said this was just to give our child a proper identity and home. We had a deal, remember? This is just an agreement between us—”
My words were abruptly cut off as his mouth crashed against mine. The kiss was nothing like the careful, restrained ones we had shared before; this was fierce, punishing, and devoid of any tenderness. I twisted beneath him, desperation fueling my every movement as I fought to free myself.
When I finally managed to turn my face away, tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision. I looked up at him, my heterochromatic eyes wide with a silent plea. Please don’t hurt our baby. Please stop.
Something in my expression seemed to pierce through his rage. His grip on my wrists loosened slightly, though he still held me captive. A flicker of uncertainty crossed his features as he stared at my tears, and I wondered if perhaps I was reaching him in some small way.
Was this about Raymond Carter? How on earth did Brad know I had met him?
Before I could voice my thoughts, Brad abruptly shifted tactics. “When did the doctor say it’s safe for pregnant women to have sex?” he asked, his tone icy.
From somewhere in the room, Martha’s timid voice responded, “Three months after conception and before the seventh month, sir.”
“And how far along is Ms. West now?” he pressed, his eyes narrowing further.
“Three and a half months, sir,” Martha replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
The implications of his questions sent a chill through my veins, dread pooling in my stomach as I realized what he was contemplating.
“Take Ms. West to the bathroom for a bath,” Brad commanded, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that felt like nails driving into my skin.
Two female staff members approached, their expressions a mix of sympathy and resolve. They helped me to my feet, guiding me gently but firmly toward the bathroom. I wanted to resist, to fight back, but where could I go? This was Brad’s territory, his domain, and I felt utterly trapped.
Once inside the bathroom, they efficiently undressed me and led me into the warm water. I sat there, numb with shock, as they bathed me with a clinical precision. It felt as if I were a doll being prepared for some unknown purpose, stripped of my agency and choice.
Just as they finished, the bathroom door burst open with such force that water splashed over the sides of the tub. Brad stood in the doorway, his expression thunderous, and I felt a fresh wave of fear wash over me.
“Get out. All of you,” he ordered, and the staff hurried past him, some getting splashed in their haste to comply.
Brad strode into the bathroom, grabbed a large towel, and wrapped it around my damp body. Before I could voice any protest, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me out.
“Brad, you’ve completely lost your mind!” I shouted, panic breaking my voice. “You’ll hurt the baby! Doesn’t the Rayne family care about this child above all else?”
His grip tightened as he carried me toward the bedroom. “I’ll be gentle,” he replied, his voice softer yet still resolute. “I won’t harm our child.”
He laid me down on the bed, and instinctively, I tried to scramble away, but he followed me, his body looming over mine once more.
“Brad, please,” I begged, tears welling up again. “This isn’t you. Something’s wrong—”
“The only thing wrong,” he interrupted, capturing my lips again, “is that we haven’t had sex for too long.”
As he kissed me, I felt a horrifying realization settle in: part of me was responding to him despite the fear and confusion swirling within me. Each kiss was different, more intense than the last, as if he were uncovering something new with every meeting of our lips.
I pushed against his chest, but my efforts only succeeded in disheveling his shirt, revealing glimpses of his perfectly sculpted body beneath. Up close, I noticed details I had never seen before—the smooth contours of his muscles, the faint traces of old scars that told silent stories of his past.
Brad’s mouth moved to my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “If you don’t want to hurt our child either, then stop struggling,” he whispered harshly, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a heavy shroud.
In the aftermath of that harrowing encounter, I found myself grappling with a tumult of emotions. The man I had once viewed as a protector, a partner in this unconventional arrangement, had transformed into something unrecognizable. The fear that had gripped me was intermingled with a desperate longing for the connection we had shared before the storm of jealousy and rage had shattered our fragile peace. I realized that beneath his overwhelming intensity lay a vulnerability, a fear of losing me and the life we had begun to build together. Yet, the line between passion and possession had blurred, leaving me questioning not only his love but my own feelings in this chaotic swirl of desire and dread.
As I lay there, caught in the throes of conflicting emotions, I understood that the only way forward would be to confront this darkness together. The love we had ignited was still flickering, but it needed nurturing, a gentle hand to guide it back from the brink. I resolved to fight for our bond, to reclaim the trust that had been overshadowed by fear. If we were to break free from the chains of fate that threatened to bind us, we would need to navigate the tumultuous waters of our hearts, emerging stronger and more united on the other side. The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges, but I was determined to face them, not just for myself, but for the child we were bringing into this world—a testament to our love, however complicated it might be.
Conclusion
In the aftermath of that harrowing encounter, I found myself grappling with a tumult of emotions. The man I had once viewed as a protector, a partner in this unconventional arrangement, had transformed into something unrecognizable. The fear that had gripped me was intermingled with a desperate longing for the connection we had shared before the storm of jealousy and rage had shattered our fragile peace. I realized that beneath his overwhelming intensity lay a vulnerability, a fear of losing me and the life we had begun to build together. Yet, the line between passion and possession had blurred, leaving me questioning not only his love but my own feelings in this chaotic swirl of desire and dread.
As I lay there, caught in the throes of conflicting emotions, I understood that the only way forward would be to confront this darkness together. The love we had ignited was still flickering, but it needed nurturing, a gentle hand to guide it back from the brink. I resolved to fight for our bond, to reclaim the trust that had been overshadowed by fear. If we were to break free from the chains of fate that threatened to bind us, we would need to navigate the tumultuous waters of our hearts, emerging stronger and more united on the other side. The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges, but I was determined to face them, not just for myself, but for the child we were bringing into this world—a testament to our love, however complicated it might be.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As the tension between Elle and Brad reaches a boiling point, readers can anticipate a dramatic unraveling of their complex relationship in the upcoming chapter. With Brad’s volatile emotions threatening to overshadow their bond, the stakes have never been higher. Will Elle find a way to break through the walls of anger and jealousy that have ensnared Brad, or will the darkness consume them both? The intricate layers of their connection will be tested as they navigate the turbulent waters of love, fear, and the impending arrival of their child.
Moreover, the looming presence of outside influences—like Raymond Carter—will surely complicate matters further. How will Elle confront the shadows of her past while trying to mend the fractures in her present? As the couple grapples with their feelings, the chapter promises to delve deeper into their psyches, revealing vulnerabilities and hidden truths that could either heal or fracture their fragile bond. Expect heart-wrenching choices and pivotal moments that will leave readers breathless, as Elle must decide how far she’s willing to go to reclaim the love she once cherished and protect the future they are both fighting for. The next chapter is poised to be a whirlwind of emotion, a testament to the strength of love in the face of chaos.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
