The moment those words had left Lucien’s mouth, and before he could react, Ivory had marched straight up to him, closing the distance that had previously existed between them, and in seconds, her palm connected with his cheek, a slap that echoed throughout the entire house.His head had snapped to the side, and his cheek had reddened almost immediately.Lucien was silent, and his gaze was cast to the floor.“If you fucking lay a finger on Gadreel again,” Ivory began, her voice laced with so much anger and frustration, that Lucien, who had been silent since her slap, raised his head and turned to look at her, a deep frown, marring his face.“I’ll make sure that I fucking kill you myself.” She threatened.However, she got the opposite result from what she had been hoping.“Now tell me, why I actually, shouldn’t kill him. You’ve given me another reason, V. You’ve only ever raised your hand at me, today and it’s all because of him.”His eyes remained on hers as he spoke, and Ivory, still
The broken plate had been cleaned up, a new food served and Lucien, locked away in his office, doing only God knows what, while Ivory paced the living room, her fingers interlocked behind her head.How the fuck was she going to get out of this one?She couldn't just stay here, trapped, waiting for who knows how long, and she definitely couldn't let Lucien do whatever the hell he wanted.But, she was stuck and she didn't have her phone, and there was no way in hell she'd be calling his name, asking him to let her out.So, what was she meant to do?Perhaps, she'd have to wait until he unlocked the doors himself? One of these days, he'd surely want to go out and get something, right?But the problem was, when would that happen? She had no plan of staying here for more than a day, so she'd have to try her best and think of something.A sigh escaped her lips and she stopped pacing, before flopping down on the couch and burying her face in her hands.God, her heart wouldn't calm down.Was i
At around 8PM, a text message had entered Ivory’s phone. The device, placed beside the papers on Lucien’s table, vibrated, drawing his attention from the pile of work he was attending to.At first, he ignored it, knowing it wasn’t anyone important, but then, the phone had buzzed yet again, indicating that the same person, had tried to call, but failed.The frown on his face had deepened, before, with a sigh, he pushed away from his desk, his chair rolling back a few inches, before he stood up and approached the desk.He grabbed the phone and unlocked it. Seeing as he considered himself so close to Ivory, that he could easily guess her password, he easily opened the text and read the message.[Is everything okay? I’ve been trying to reach you all afternoon. Getting awfully worried.]The simple text, was from none other than Gadreel.Lucien’s expression hardened, and the frown on his face intensified.He couldn’t believe this bastard.He was getting worried.Ha! Was this his way of tryi
Ivory woke up the following morning…to an awfully familiar remake of her bedroom back from when she still stayed with Doctor Elias.Witnessing it was so startling, that she shot up from the bed, a frown of confusion marring the space between her brows.What the hell was happening?!Last night, she had fallen asleep on the couch, but now, she was back in a room, her room, that was almost identical to her previous one, except the windows were barred, and there were no mirrors.And the fact that the entire room was a bit smaller than her original one, only added to her confusion.So, how did she end up here?Wasn’t she supposed to be on the couch, in the living room, trapped in Lucien’s house?“Ah, you’re awake.”The sound of Lucien’s voice, had caused her head to snap in his direction and she immediately frowned.He was leaning against the doorway, dressed in a pair of jeans and a white, long sleeved dress shirt. His arms were crossed, and the sleeves of his shirt had been rolled up, le
“The number you’re trying to call, is currently-“The automated voice hadn’t gotten the chance to finish it’s message, before Gadreel hung up the phone.Still switched off? He wondered, frowning down at his call history that showed the number of times he had called Ivory.25 calls and 13 messages.That was the amount, and none of them had been answered.Frown deepening, he ran his fingers through his hair, his brows furrowing further.Something didn’t feel right.He couldn’t pinpoint the reason, or explain it, but his intuition was telling him, that something was off.Ivory wouldn’t just stand him up, or ignore his calls and messages for two whole days. In the past, sure, he would have agreed that she was capable of doing it.But now, things had changed between them. He could tell she was no longer as cold as she previously was to him. And even though she hadn’t completely forgiven him for the things he did, she had at least, decided to try and put the past behind her.So, this, this
After spending two days in his house, Ivory had come to the realization that there was no way of getting that door open on her own.She had tried several things; banging, kicking, pushing, punching, setting a makeshift fire to trigger the fire setting and even trying to use items that Lucien had touched to recreate his finger print, but, nothing had worked.All of them were useless.Sighing, Ivory rested her forehead against the surface of the door, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.“This is hopeless,” She muttered.She was trapped here, wasn’t she?There was no way out.Her phone, was with Lucien.She had nothing.What should she do?“Ivory.”The sudden voice, had caused her heart to stop momentarily. Turning around, she saw him, leaning against the doorway.“What are you doing?”Ivory had to keep herself from frowning. He had asked her the same thing the previous day, and she had responded with the exact same words.“Trying to open the door.”“I can see that,” Lucien said,
“…you don’t need to tell me what I already know,” Lucien didn’t mean to sound rude, but with his mother being on the other side of the line, hounding down on him about how he needed to get Ivory to see things from their perspective as soon as next week, was making it hard for him not to snap. “You’ve told me this plenty of times, now.”“Don’t speak like that,” His mother reprimanded. “This is important. I believe I’ve given you enough time to do the needful and I’m beginning to run out of patience, my time is almost up. So, this is your last warning, get the girl on our side, or I’ll do it by myself.”Without waiting for an answer, she hung up the phone, leaving Lucien to sigh out loudly.What a wonderful way to ruin the start of his day, he thought, turning and exiting the balcony, only to find that Ivory was no longer where he had left her.He looked in the direction of the living room, her second most seen place, then in the kitchen, finding no trace of her.His brows furrowed and
Looking at his phone, Gadreel frowned. The call earlier, had it been a fluke?Was he meant to feel better now that she had called him?But, why did she call him and then hang up immediately? And the messages he sent, why hasn’t he responded to them?Sighing, Gadreel massaged his pained Temple. He could feel that migraine coming on, and if there was one thing he didn’t need right now, was a migraine.Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he walked towards his desk, his fingers typing in the password and logging into his laptop.Something really wasn’t adding up and he was going to get down to the bottom of it.~•~Four hours after the whole ordeal that had happened, Ivory stepped out of her room. She was in a new dress, but, despite that, her mind was still stuck on the previous incident.As a matter of fact, her entire being was.Even though he didn’t actually do anything, she was still shaken, and the fact that the door was locked and she was unable to leave, was making it
The quietness in the car settled quickly. Or perhaps, that was what Ivory thought it was. In reality, Gadreel had been saying words.His lips moved, he threw occasional glances at her, but Ivory far too deep in her own head to respond.“Ivory, did you hear me?”At the mention of her name, Ivory blinked, slowly and turned her head towards the source of the voice.Gadreel. She realized and slowly, she nodded her head. “Yes,” She replied, softly, almost weak. “You asked, if I’m okay.”“And, are you?” His voice was probing. There was a soft encouragement behind it, ensuring her that if she needed to speak or pour her heart out, he was here, willing and ready to listen.Ivory took a second longer to answer this time around. Was she okay? She really didn’t know how she felt. She had feelings roaming her chest, clashing against each other and the prominent urge to scream, was ever so present.Yet, all of those things made her feel numb. Like it was all too much, the betrayal, disgust, disapp
The dread- thick and crippling to its core, settled upon Ivory like a thick impenetrable veil, as she realized the error she had just committed.She had messed up.The reality, a cruel reminded that she had thrown away her final chance at get out of this whole ordeal, was like a hard pill to swallow.Breath hitching, her thoughts quickly spiraled down a self deprecating path, a path where she wondered if this was all part of some divine punishment.Had she angered the gods, the heavens, or maybe, the universe itself?Because no matter how much she wanted, she could never catch a break.The universe was hellbent on keeping her in a loop of never ending pain and sorrow. Otherwise, one couldn’t explain to her, after how, only just losing her father, she ends up in a situation like this and when freedom seems on the tip of her finger, she had easily thrown it away in a fit of fear and adrenaline fuel trembles.Fucking hell, she cursed internally, eyes darting towards Lucien’s still uncons
Ivory dashed for the door with her full speed, but, Lucien had predicted her moves. In no time, he was in front of her, and she was thrown onto the couch, her breath escaping her momentarily.“Ivory,” He called, but she quickly kicked him, aiming for his crotch, but he had seen it coming and easily avoided it, his hand grabbing her leg and throwing it away.“Don’t misbehave.” He warned, pinning her down to the couch, but she continued to struggle, kicking and thrashing until her finally grabbed her hands and pinned them down above her head, his face close to hers.“Behave, or I swear to God, I’ll really kill him.” This threat, unlike his previous ones, carried a lot of weight, and it had caused Ivory to freeze.Her eyes were wide and her breaths were harsh, as her heart continued to race. She had come to know, in the past few days, that Lucien was a crazy person, he had made a few threats, done things that shook her and ultimately said things that made her realize how stupid she was f
“Mr. Ødegaar?”Gadreel was in the middle of watching his tracking software load the last location of Ivory’s phone, something he particularly wouldn’t have done under normal circumstances, but with the way things were looking like and the sinking feeling in his stomach, he was more than ready to do something like this to make sure Ivory was okay.That was, until the sudden appearance of his assistant, broke through his thoughts and the insistent tapping of his index finger against the table.Followed by a knock, Ezekiel had walked into his office, carrying with him, a box that Gadreel dimmed ugly, the very second he laid his eyes on it.“What is it?” He asked and looked down at the box. “And what is that?”“I’m just as confused, Sir. A garbage man stopped by and insisted that this belonged to you. A letter was left for you, he said.” Ezekiel explained, placing the box on the table and carefully sliding it to his boss when he had gotten close enough.After a few seconds of staring at t
Looking at his phone, Gadreel frowned. The call earlier, had it been a fluke?Was he meant to feel better now that she had called him?But, why did she call him and then hang up immediately? And the messages he sent, why hasn’t he responded to them?Sighing, Gadreel massaged his pained Temple. He could feel that migraine coming on, and if there was one thing he didn’t need right now, was a migraine.Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he walked towards his desk, his fingers typing in the password and logging into his laptop.Something really wasn’t adding up and he was going to get down to the bottom of it.~•~Four hours after the whole ordeal that had happened, Ivory stepped out of her room. She was in a new dress, but, despite that, her mind was still stuck on the previous incident.As a matter of fact, her entire being was.Even though he didn’t actually do anything, she was still shaken, and the fact that the door was locked and she was unable to leave, was making it
“…you don’t need to tell me what I already know,” Lucien didn’t mean to sound rude, but with his mother being on the other side of the line, hounding down on him about how he needed to get Ivory to see things from their perspective as soon as next week, was making it hard for him not to snap. “You’ve told me this plenty of times, now.”“Don’t speak like that,” His mother reprimanded. “This is important. I believe I’ve given you enough time to do the needful and I’m beginning to run out of patience, my time is almost up. So, this is your last warning, get the girl on our side, or I’ll do it by myself.”Without waiting for an answer, she hung up the phone, leaving Lucien to sigh out loudly.What a wonderful way to ruin the start of his day, he thought, turning and exiting the balcony, only to find that Ivory was no longer where he had left her.He looked in the direction of the living room, her second most seen place, then in the kitchen, finding no trace of her.His brows furrowed and
After spending two days in his house, Ivory had come to the realization that there was no way of getting that door open on her own.She had tried several things; banging, kicking, pushing, punching, setting a makeshift fire to trigger the fire setting and even trying to use items that Lucien had touched to recreate his finger print, but, nothing had worked.All of them were useless.Sighing, Ivory rested her forehead against the surface of the door, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.“This is hopeless,” She muttered.She was trapped here, wasn’t she?There was no way out.Her phone, was with Lucien.She had nothing.What should she do?“Ivory.”The sudden voice, had caused her heart to stop momentarily. Turning around, she saw him, leaning against the doorway.“What are you doing?”Ivory had to keep herself from frowning. He had asked her the same thing the previous day, and she had responded with the exact same words.“Trying to open the door.”“I can see that,” Lucien said,
“The number you’re trying to call, is currently-“The automated voice hadn’t gotten the chance to finish it’s message, before Gadreel hung up the phone.Still switched off? He wondered, frowning down at his call history that showed the number of times he had called Ivory.25 calls and 13 messages.That was the amount, and none of them had been answered.Frown deepening, he ran his fingers through his hair, his brows furrowing further.Something didn’t feel right.He couldn’t pinpoint the reason, or explain it, but his intuition was telling him, that something was off.Ivory wouldn’t just stand him up, or ignore his calls and messages for two whole days. In the past, sure, he would have agreed that she was capable of doing it.But now, things had changed between them. He could tell she was no longer as cold as she previously was to him. And even though she hadn’t completely forgiven him for the things he did, she had at least, decided to try and put the past behind her.So, this, this
Ivory woke up the following morning…to an awfully familiar remake of her bedroom back from when she still stayed with Doctor Elias.Witnessing it was so startling, that she shot up from the bed, a frown of confusion marring the space between her brows.What the hell was happening?!Last night, she had fallen asleep on the couch, but now, she was back in a room, her room, that was almost identical to her previous one, except the windows were barred, and there were no mirrors.And the fact that the entire room was a bit smaller than her original one, only added to her confusion.So, how did she end up here?Wasn’t she supposed to be on the couch, in the living room, trapped in Lucien’s house?“Ah, you’re awake.”The sound of Lucien’s voice, had caused her head to snap in his direction and she immediately frowned.He was leaning against the doorway, dressed in a pair of jeans and a white, long sleeved dress shirt. His arms were crossed, and the sleeves of his shirt had been rolled up, le