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JUDY’S POVJason and I were walking together under the warm glow of the setting sun when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out absent-mindedly, expecting a casual reminder from my mother or a message from a friend. But as my eyes scanned the screen, my breath caught in my throat."Don’t forget our agreement."The words were stark, as if etched in steel. My chest tightened, and the weight of the message pressed down on me like a physical burden. My hands grew clammy, and my steps faltered."What's wrong?" Jason asked, his voice cutting through my spiralling thoughts. I looked up to see him watching me with a mix of curiosity and concern, his brows knitting together.I swallowed hard, my mind scrambling for an explanation. How could I tell him the truth? How could I explain that Chris, the boy who used to feel like family, had turned into someone I barely recognised? Someone who held leverage over me, a leverage I was desperate to keep hidden.I forced a tight smile. “It’s my
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JUDY’S POV“Wait here until I call for you.”Chris opened the door and gestured for me to take a seat in the living room before vanishing from sight. Each of his footsteps echoed like a drumbeat against my racing heart.Was he serious? I stood still, feeling the weight of the situation sink into me. The luxurious surroundings did nothing to comfort me. If anything, the polished marble floors, the expensive paintings, and the grand chandelier only heightened the suffocating tension. Chris had deliberately made me wait, each passing minute an unspoken declaration of his dominance. He knew why I was here, and he wanted to ensure I felt the full gravity of approaching him for help.Time stretched agonizingly. The stillness of the room was broken only by the ticking of an ornate grandfather clock in the corner. My anxiety clawed at me, each tick reminding me of the stakes. My father’s career, his dignity, and the very stability of our family were at risk—all because of a petty vendetta.
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JUDY’S POV“I have to go home, Chris. My parents are waiting for me,” I said, my voice trembling, each word a fragile plea.Chris stepped nearer, his gaze as sharp as a predator’s. A slow, mocking smile curled across his lips. “Should I remind you,” he said, his voice dripping with cold amusement, “that you’ve just signed a contract that gives me full rights over you?”His words cut through me like a blade, and the air seemed to grow colder. My breath hitched, and my chest tightened as dread spread through me like poison. I felt trapped, as though invisible chains were tightening around me, and my legs weakened beneath the weight of his warning.The reality of what I had just done sank in, and I fretted, my mind spinning with regret and fear.“Follow me,” he commanded, his voice low and husky, carrying an edge that sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn’t a request—it was an order, and the weight of it hung heavy in the air, leaving no room for argument.Chris led me to a private room
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JUDY’S POVAs soon as I walked through the door, my mother’s sharp eyes fixed on me. Her voice carried both concern and curiosity as she asked, “Where have you been?”"Just stepped out for some fresh air, Mom," I replied, trying to keep my tone steady. But the slight tremor in my voice betrayed me.She tilted her head, studying me with that maternal instinct that always saw through my defences. “Are you alright?” she pressed, her brow furrowing slightly.I hesitated, unsure how much I could reveal. The weight of the evening hung heavily on my shoulders, but I forced a faint smile. “Yeah, just tired, that’s all. How is Dad?” I asked, forcing myself to sound casual, even as my stomach churned with unease.My mother sighed heavily, brushing a hand through her hair. “I dragged him to bed. He just couldn’t handle the shock,” she said, her voice heavy with worry.I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and tried to muster some optimism. “Everything will be fine,” I said, though I wasn
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CHRIS’ POVThe news of Judy being sick had reached me in the late afternoon. Though I had maintained a calm, detached demeanour, I couldn’t shake the gnawing guilt in the pit of my stomach. Deep down, I knew this might be my fault. The stress she had been enduring lately—her constant worry about her father’s job, the unspoken tension between us—it had all been weighing on her.I had retreated to my room, closing the door behind me, and sat on the edge of my bed. A pang of guilt had tightened my chest. As much as I had tried to rationalise my actions in the past, convincing myself they were justified, I couldn’t deny the consequences they had on her. Judy—fragile yet fierce, and so much stronger than I had ever given her credit for—was now sick, and I felt responsible.Without over-thinking it, I had grabbed a blanket from my closet. It was one I rarely used, made from soft, quilted fabric, the kind that brought warmth and comfort on the coldest nights. I had set it on my desk and r
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JUDY’S POVI was feeling better and looking forward to the big event at school. I could not understand Chris’ behaviour that day when he had come to my room with a blanket and medicines.Perhaps he was not feeling guilty at all. He just needed me on my feet so that he could continue torturing me the worst possible way. I could never trust him now after what he had done to me.Today, I needed a distraction and that was why I attended the event. I had worked hard the whole year, not to skip the programmes, but to relax and enjoy myself as the good student I was.The anniversary event had been building up for weeks. The grand hall was decorated with towering flower arrangements, glittering chandeliers, and strings of delicate lights that twinkled like stars overhead. The atmosphere was full of excitement, the air thick with eager chatter as students and faculty gathered, dressed in their finest clothes. Music pulsed through the speakers, a modern beat that added to the sense of anticip
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JUDY’S POVAfter Chris made his public statement, I stood there, frozen in disbelief. His words struck me like a thunderbolt, leaving me unable to process what had just happened. My heart churned with a storm of emotions—shock, anger, confusion, and an overwhelming sense of betrayal. I couldn’t understand why he would so casually announce something so personal, so intimate, in front of everyone without my consent.Yet, as much as I wanted to lash out, to call him out for twisting the truth, I found myself rooted in place. The weight of hundreds of eyes on me felt unbearable. A part of me screamed that Chris had his own motives for doing this, that he was using the moment to his advantage, but another part of me hesitated. If I refuted him now, it could spiral out of control and turn into a public spectacle, something I wanted to avoid at all costs. The thought of becoming fodder for gossip or a target for judgement paralysed me further.So, I bit my tongue and forced myself to stay
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CHRIS’ POVAfter I finally calmed down, the tempest of emotions within me began to settle. My chest no longer heaved with anger, and the storm that had raged in my mind gave way to an eerie silence. I found myself staring at the horizon, its endless expanse mirroring the chaos I was trying to make sense of. Judy’s sharp words and defiant actions played on repeat in my thoughts, each loop stinging me with fresh waves of confusion and resentment.Judy was so mad at me that she just walked away and it seemed that she was no longer afraid of me. As much as her anger frustrated me, a small, unwelcome voice of doubt crept in. Had I crossed a line? Maybe my actions, driven by the heat of the moment, had been too impulsive, too domineering to see her side of things—if, that is, there was a side beyond my own arrogance to consider.But Judy didn’t understand. She couldn’t grasp why I had taken such a drastic step. I had done it to shield her, to make sure no one dared to speak ill of her ever
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JUDY’S POV“I am happy,” I said again, slowly and clearly. “With you.”He let out a breath, some of the tension finally melting from his shoulders. “You mean that?”I nodded. “Completely.”Chris stared at me for a long moment before giving me a small, almost relieved smile. “You always know how to say the right things, don’t you?”I grinned.“Because I know you, Chris. And I know what we have is real.”His eyes softened. “Yeah… Yeah, it is.”For the first time since the call started, I saw the weight lifting off his shoulders. I knew, without a doubt, that no matter what doubts crept into his mind, I would always be there to chase them away.The past week had been frustrating beyond words. Chris had been sending me packages, but he forbade me from opening them. Every time I asked about them, he would simply say, “Not yet.” His teasing only grew worse during our video calls—he would guide me, push me to the edge, only to stop, leaving me aching and unsatisfied.At first, I thought
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CHRIS’ POVThat evening, I made a point of calling Judy before bedtime in the United States, as I had promised earlier in the day, while I was in the washroom of our campus. Her familiar face lit up the screen, her shy smile warming my heart. She looked tired but content, her hair messy and her cheeks faintly pink.“Hey, kitten,” I said, my voice soft.“Hey,” she replied, her voice light but carrying a hint of sleepiness. “I missed you.”“I missed you too,” I said, the words laced with genuine emotion. “How was your day?”We chatted for a while, her voice gradually growing softer as the conversation drifted. I couldn’t resist teasing her slightly, guiding her thoughts towards something more intimate.“You look so cute right now,” I said, my tone dropping. “I bet you’d look even cuter if you listened to me.”Judy’s cheeks flushed a deep red, but she nodded hesitantly. “What do you want me to do?”“Relax,” I said, my voice calming but firm. “Lie back.”What followed was a slow, careful
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JUDY’S POVWhen Chris finally landed, my phone buzzed with a video call. Seeing his name on the screen brought a wave of relief and irritation in equal measure. I accepted the call, and there he was, his familiar face slightly pixelated but still so very Chris.“Hey, Judy,” he said with that boyish smile that always managed to weaken my resolve.“Hey,” I replied, my tone sharper than I intended. “Why didn’t you call as soon as you landed? I was worried!”Chris blinked, clearly taken aback. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just trying to get my baggage and—”“Chris, you know how much I hate waiting like that,” I interrupted, my voice cracking slightly. “You could have just texted me, even something short. Do you not care about how I feel?”The moment the words left my mouth, I felt guilt taking over me. It wasn’t fair to lash out, but the hours of waiting, combined with the sadness of him leaving, had been overwhelming.“Judy, of course I care,” he said, his tone soft, hi
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JUDY’S POVEnough of reminiscing about last night. I was time I finished showering.The morning was bittersweet. The sun cast a soft glow across the room, but my heart felt heavy knowing this would be the last morning Chris and I would share for a while. Once I was back from the bathroom, I found Chris already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at his half-packed luggage. His usually confident expression was replaced by something softer, more like unguarded.“I guess this is it,” he murmured, glancing over at me with a small, rueful smile.I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Let me help you finish packing,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.Together, we folded clothes and organised his stuffs in the suitcase. The small, everyday act felt like a grounding ritual, a way to hold onto normalcy even as the weight of the impending goodbye loomed over us. I carefully placed one of his favourite hoodies on top of the pile.“Take this,” I said, smoothing the fabric
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JUDY’S POVLast night was one of the best since it was the last moment Chris and I would spend together before he would leave for Italy. Although I was exhausted from the lovemaking, my mind refused to rest. It wandered back to earlier that evening when Chris had handed me a neatly wrapped box, a mischievous twinkle in his mesmerizing blue eyes. I had no idea what to expect, but the moment I tore through the wrapping paper and saw the contents inside, my breath hitched.“Wow! A kitten set!” I exclaimed, my voice a mixture of surprise and excitement.Inside the box was everything for a pet play costume—a pair of fluffy black-and-pink cat ears, a matching tail butt plug, and a sleek leather collar adorned with a small silver bell. It was bold and playful, and I couldn’t help but smile at how well Chris seemed to know me.“I thought you might like it,” he said, his tone teasing but affectionate. “You’ve mentioned this kind of thing before, and I figured… why not make the fantasy a reali
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JUDY’S POVThe start of school was approaching, and Chris had accepted his mother’s arrangement to study abroad. It was a fantastic opportunity for him, but the reality of it weighed heavily on my heart. “Oh, Judy, I’m going to miss you so badly, but what can I do?”“I can totally understand, Chris. It’s for your future, Chris.”The thought of not seeing him for such a long time was unbearable. We had shared so much, and now, with this looming distance, it felt like everything was slipping through my fingers.I wanted to be supportive—I knew this was important for Chris—but it was still heartbreaking. Knowing that our time together was limited made every moment feel precious. We had to make the most of it, and I was determined to savour every second.That morning, Chris had gone out for some work. I tried to distract myself by spending time with my family, but even as I laughed and talked with them, my mind kept drifting back to him. “So, Chris is going for further studies?” My mom
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CHRIS’ POVWhen we had gone downstairs for breakfast, George and Jane were there. While Jane was very welcoming and happy, George was sulking. “Good morning, you two! I made pancakes, and there’s fresh coffee on the counter,” Jane said, her voice as inviting as ever.George sat rigidly, hunched over his newspaper, with the faintest furrow of disapproval etched into his brow. He didn’t so much as glance at me, his focus fixed on his paper as though it held the secrets to the universe.I couldn’t help but wonder if their demeanor had anything to do with last night. While I didn’t recall being particularly loud, Judy’s uninhibited moaning might have carried through the walls. A part of me cringed at the thought, but another part dismissed it just as quickly. If anything, they should be glad that I was keeping Judy happy! I saw how Judy tensed up when she noticed her father ignoring me, whereas Jane was doing her utmost best to ease the tension that had suddenly invaded the whole place
