“…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
“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
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
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
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
"...oh yes, harder Reel, please fuck me harder!"Ivory watching a Cell phone video, that shows her husband having sex with another woman, who shamelessly calls out her husband's name.The woman's wanton moans further fueled the man's masculine ambition as a man. He thrust into her more forcefully, the entire hall filled with the wet slapping of skin and shameless groans.Ivory bit her lip, her fingers trembling. She didn't expect this betrayal, at least not for the night of their fifth anniversary and her birthday.when Gadreel was in a vegetative state, she had fought so hard to take him back from Death, yet this was how he chose to repay her.Suddenly, a provocative text message popped up, like another slap to her face."Do you like the birthday gift I sent you, dear sis?" Ivory didn't need a second to recognize it was from her stepsister, Evangeline Remington. She could almost picture her smug expression."See? Just tick my finger and he'll run back to me. Don't think your cheap ca
Gadreel halted mid-step and turned around, eyes narrowing dangerously at her petite form.“Excuse me?” He said, his voice a dangerous low.But Ivory had no intention of backing down.“Let’s get a divorce,” she repeated, her eyes unflinching from his.At this, Gadreel stared at her for a few seconds before he scoffed lowly. “Is this your attempt to get back at me?”His eyes gravitated towards the ‘wasted’ food, then back to his wife.“Because what? I didn’t spend your birthday with you? Or is it the anniversary?"His voice held little- no, it held zero remorse and the sound of it caused Ivory’s heart to clench all the more, aching painfully in her chest and bringing tears to sting the back of her eyes.But she blinked them back, keeping herself composure. “Get back at you? I think it's setting you free, isn't it?”His eyes turned dark in a dangerous way. She swallowed and continued: “Evangeline has returned to Paris, hasn’t she? Now is there really any need to drag out this…farce any l
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