Even in Darkness She Chose to Rise (Tatiana and Jasper) novel Chapter 150

**TITLE: Even the Night Couldn’t Silence Her Light**
**Chapter 150: The Failed Escape**

“Miss, you haven’t touched a single bite all day,” the maid gently reminded her, concern etched across her face.

“I’m not hungry,” Tatiana replied, her voice firm but tinged with weariness.

“What would you like to eat? I can ask the chef to whip something up just for you,” the maid offered, her eyes hopeful.

Tatiana’s brow furrowed as the door swung open. “I told you, I’m not hungry! I don’t want to eat, and you don’t need to go through the trouble of cooking for me.”

The maid let out a soft sigh, a hint of submission in her tone. “But Miss, I am very hungry, and so is everyone else.”

Tatiana’s expression shifted to one of confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

“The boss has ordered that if you refuse to eat, then none of us are allowed even a drop of water,” she explained, her voice barely above a whisper.

It was only then that Tatiana noticed the maid’s cracked, dry lips, a silent testament to the harsh reality they were all facing.

A wave of intense fury surged through her, igniting a fire within. “How could he do that?”

Jasper had her trapped in a corner, fully aware of her compassionate nature. He knew she would never allow herself to be the reason for others’ suffering.

Her only form of protest—a hunger strike—had crumbled within the first day.

Reluctantly, she found herself consuming the delicious, nutritious meal, each bite feeling like a betrayal. It was as if the food, despite its quality, had lost all flavor in her mouth, yet she forced herself to finish it, knowing the others depended on her.

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she wiped them away with determination, refusing to let them fall as she swallowed the last bite.

“Miss, you really don’t have to push yourself like this. If you can’t finish it, please don’t,” the maid urged, her voice laced with genuine concern.

“I’ve finished. Can they eat now?” Tatiana asked, her voice steadier than she felt.

The maid hesitated, a flicker of emotion crossing her features. “Miss, we will eat shortly,” she whispered, her eyes reflecting a shared pain.

“Good,” Tatiana replied, feeling a strange mix of relief and guilt.

As she stood up and made her way upstairs, the weight of the situation pressed heavily on her heart.

Meanwhile, the maid reported back to Jasper, who remained silent for what felt like an eternity. “Continue to observe her. Ensure no harm comes to her,” he instructed, his voice devoid of warmth.

“Yes, sir,” the maid replied, but a hint of sympathy crept into her tone. “Sir, perhaps you could allow the young lady to take a walk in the woods. It might lift her spirits.”

Jasper’s response was immediate and cold. “She cannot leave the villa for even a moment.”

The maid fell silent, knowing better than to push her luck further.

That very night, Tatiana found herself tossing and turning, her stomach churning uncomfortably from the meal she had forced down earlier.

Restless and unable to lie still, she slipped out of bed and quietly made her way downstairs.

To her surprise, the house was eerily quiet. The maid, who usually shadowed her, was nowhere to be found.

Her heart raced, a spark of hope igniting within her. She cautiously approached the door, her hands trembling as she grasped the handle.

To her astonishment, the door swung open!

In that moment, adrenaline coursed through her veins like wildfire.

She peered outside, her eyes scanning the darkness. No one was in sight. The bodyguards were absent. Perhaps it was a fleeting moment of vulnerability during their shift change.

This was it—the perfect opportunity to escape!

Without a second thought, she dashed out, still clad in her pajamas and slippers, not daring to look back.

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