Accidentally Yours, My Super Rich Second Husband-Chapter 183: No One

The sun hung high in the sky, casting long streaks of gold across the garden. Lush greenery stretched out, swaying gently with the summer breeze. Birds chirped from the branches above, filling the air with their carefree songs. The soft scent of blooming jasmine lingered in the warmth.

Delphinia’s laughter rang out, bright and innocent, as she ran across the garden path with Lyvia trailing behind her. Their small feet crunched on the gravel, kicking up flecks of dust. Delphinia glanced back over her shoulder, a wide grin on her face.

"Come on, Lyvia! You have to catch me!"

Lyvia’s giggle echoed, her golden curls bouncing with each step. But her little legs struggled to keep up, her face flushed with effort. The uneven ground caught her foot, and with a startled yelp, she tumbled forward, falling onto the grass with a soft thud.

Delphinia’s heart leapt. She spun around, rushing to her sister’s side.

"Lyvia! Are you okay?" she asked, her voice gentle.

Tears welled up in Lyvia’s wide blue eyes. Her lower lip trembled before she burst into loud sobs. Delphinia knelt beside her, reaching out to brush the dirt from her sister’s dress.

"Shh... Don’t cry. It was just a little fall. You’ll be fine, Lyvia."

But Lyvia only wailed louder, hiccupping between her cries. Panic flickered through Delphinia’s chest. She glanced around, unsure of what to do. The sound of hurried footsteps broke through the garden’s calm.

Helena appeared at the edge of the garden, her face twisted with alarm. Her sharp gaze locked onto the two girls, her breath catching.

"Lyvia!" she cried out, rushing forward.

Delphinia’s stomach clenched. She watched as Helena knelt down, scooping Lyvia into her arms without sparing her a glance.

"My poor darling... What happened? Who did this to you?" Helena’s voice was thick with worry as she cradled Lyvia against her chest.

Delphinia stood frozen, clutching her hands together tightly. "She fell... We were just playing—"

Helena’s head snapped up, her eyes narrowing with sharp suspicion. "You." Her voice dripped with accusation. "What did you do to her? Did you push her?"

Delphinia’s heart pounded in her chest. She shook her head quickly, her small hands trembling. "No! I didn’t... I would never—"

"Liar!" Helena spat, her eyes burning with fury. "You’re always causing trouble! Always jealous of Lyvia!"

Delphinia’s throat tightened. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she bit them back. "I didn’t do anything... I swear."

But Helena wasn’t listening. She turned her attention back to Lyvia, stroking her hair soothingly. "Hush now, darling. Mama’s here. Don’t you worry... I won’t let anyone hurt you."

Delphinia stood in silence, her heart sinking as Helena carried Lyvia toward the house. The garden fell quiet again, save for the rustle of leaves in the breeze. She remained rooted in place, her small figure cast in the lengthening shadows.

Minutes passed—maybe longer—before the sharp sound of footsteps echoed behind her. Delphinia flinched as a rough hand suddenly yanked her arm.

"You need to be punished."

Helena’s voice was low and seething, her nails digging into Delphinia’s delicate skin. The woman’s face was a mask of barely restrained anger. Her eyes, once warm and kind, now blazed with contempt.

"No... Please! I didn’t do anything!" Delphinia pleaded, stumbling to keep up as Helena dragged her along the garden path. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Don’t lie to me, you wretched little girl!" Helena snapped, her grip tightening. "Always playing the innocent... You think I don’t see through you? Jealous, spiteful... just like your mother."

Delphinia’s heart clenched at the cruel words. Tears blurred her vision, but she blinked them away. "I’m not jealous... I didn’t hurt Lyvia... Please, Mama—"

"Don’t call me that!" Helena hissed, her lips curling with disdain. "I’m not your mother. I never have been. I only took you in out of pity, but you’re nothing more than a burden."

Delphinia’s chest ached, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. The world around her blurred as Helena hauled her across the yard. The old storage room loomed ahead—small, weathered, and forgotten at the far edge of the property.

Helena flung the door open with a creak. The stale scent of dust and damp wood wafted out. Without warning, she shoved Delphinia inside. The girl stumbled, falling to her knees on the cold stone floor.

"No... Please don’t lock me in here!" Delphinia begged, scrambling to her feet.

No. No, no, no.

Her fingers curled into fists, nails digging into her palms. She didn’t want to be here. She hated this place.

The room was small, barely big enough for her to stretch out her arms without touching the damp, crumbling walls. The air was thick with the scent of mildew, stale and suffocating. Dust hung in the air, disturbed by her frantic movements.

Helena’s shadow filled the doorway, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "This is where you belong. Alone. Unwanted. Maybe you’ll learn your place. No one is coming to save you, Delphinia... not even your father."

Delphinia’s breath caught in her throat, the weight of those words crushing her fragile heart. Her small fingers curled around the edge of the doorframe.

"Please... I didn’t do anything... I swear..." Her voice cracked, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.

Helena’s cold smile flickered. "If you’re so innocent, then why is Lyvia the only one anyone cares about?"

With that final, cruel remark, the door slammed shut. The heavy lock clicked into place, sealing Delphinia inside.

Darkness swallowed her whole.

"No!" she cried, banging her fists against the door. "Let me out! Please!"

The silence stretched on, broken only by the sound of her own desperate sobs. Her tiny fists pounded against the rough wood until her knuckles ached, but the door remained locked. The room smelled of dust and mildew, the air thick and suffocating.

After what felt like hours, her strength gave out. She sank to the cold floor, wrapping her arms around her knees. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, the ache of loneliness pressing down on her small frame.

No one was coming.

No one ever did.

Tears streaked her dirty cheeks as she buried her face against her knees, her frail body trembling.

She was alone.

Just as Helena had said.