Natalie felt like she couldn't breathe as she entered the sitting room to give Ace her final response. Her family had gathered, their looks expressing the gravity of the situation. Ace stood in front of the fireplace, his back to her, as she entered. As she neared, he slowly turned, his face a mask. "Well?" he asked frankly. "What is your decision?" Natalie's mouth felt as dry as the desert. She looked at her parents and saw desperate hope mixed with worry in their eyes. Then came Lycan, whose features were set in a defiant look at Ace. She inhaled a shuddering breath. For a tiny moment, she pictured herself as Ace's wife, dressed in finery and wanting nothing more than what material wealth might bring. But something inside her recoiled at the thought of that gilded cage. "I...I can't accept your proposal," she finally muttered, dreading Ace's reaction while feeling a strange sort of satisfaction for following her heart. "Please know that I am honored, but I cannot marry you. It would
Natalie felt as if the floor had dropped out from beneath her feet. Sell her soul, her freedom, and her entire life to Ace. The notion was so perverse, so utterly devoid of humanity, that she could scarcely process it. "You're...you're insane," she stammered, unable to fully mask the tremor in her voice. "You can't be serious." Ace's features remained coldly impassive. "I can assure you, I've never been more lucid." He rose from his seat and began slowly circling her like a predator evaluating its prey. "Think of it more as...an extremely specialized form of indentured service. One where the length and terms are indefinite." "This is madness!" Natalie knew her voice had taken on a shrill, desperate edge, but she was powerless to temper it. "You're talking about enslaving me!" Ace tsked softly. "Such an unrefined term. I prefer to think of it as bringing your potential into my dedicated service." He stopped, holding her with an intense stare that seemed to burn straight through her. "Yo
Natalie felt her body tingle with energy and bravado in response to Ace's disguised threat. Some primal part of her seemed to relish the opportunity to fight back against his cruelty. "Is that so?" she said, striving to keep her voice steady. "Well, I think it's about time you got a taste of having your control challenged for once." She leaned further over the desk, revealing Ace's flared nostrils as her defiance struck a chord. "Do you want to attempt breaking me, Hawthorne? Have at it. But I can assure you that you will not appreciate the process. His jaw tightened almost subtly. "We'll see about that." Then, before Natalie could understand the movement, Ace's palm darted out and clamped vice-like around her wrist. She let out a shocked gasp as he yanked her forward, her torso smashing into the desk edge with bone-rattling power. "Get one thing through that pretty little head of yours," he growled, his face mere inches from hers. Natalie could feel the fire in his words and smell th
The days after Ace's terrible treatment of Natalie at dinner were a tumultuous, bizarre game of cat-and-mouse around the huge manor grounds. He seemed to take pleasure in tormenting her at every turn, his presence a foreshadowing of further degradation. But Natalie refused to be the frightened captive he had clearly intended. She shadowed his movements with a barely contained ferocity, like a cat pursuing its unwary prey through the underbrush. Every calculated smile and offhanded remark he sent her way just fueled the banked fires of her hatred. Natalie finally took advantage of an opening during one of these predatory circuits. Ace had led a pair of suspicious business associates on a tour of Hawthorne's immaculately manicured gardens and residential wings. Natalie followed them between shaded archways and groomed hedgerows, watching and waiting. Her moment arrived when the group arrived on the south patio. Natalie struck while Ace leaned against the stone balustrade, telling his gu
Natalie's days after her dramatic meltdown on the terrace were like a fever dream that she couldn't quite remember. Her next conscious memory was of waking up in a dimly lit room with her arms firmly wrapped and the cloying aroma of antiseptics in the air. A whispered voice brought her attention to the figure seated beside the bed: a slim, serious-looking man with wire-rimmed glasses and thinning gray hair. He looked at her with clinical detachment, which sent a shiver down her spine. "Ah, welcome back to the land of the coherent, Miss Dennison," he murmured in a smooth, sinisterly detached tone. "You had us quite concerned there for a spell." Natalie blinked slowly, images of the wrecked patio and searing pain returning in fragmented spurts. A wild giggle crept up her throat before she could control it. "How courteous of you to be concerned for my well-being, sir," she rasped in a terrible imitation of a refined tone. "Although I imagine keeping the master's playthings functional is
Natalie's spiral into lunacy accelerated in the days that followed, culminating in a nearly frenzied insanity. The murmurs that had originally taken root in her thoughts had become a cacophonous chorus, their siren melody drowning out any notion of reason or restraint. Her self-mutilations became increasingly intricate and violent as she attempted to communicate with the dark creatures that had trapped her psyche. Bloody sigils and incantations covered her entire body, practically vibrating with an awful vitality. Ace watched these frightening alterations from a distance, his typical composure gradually giving way to a gleam of begrudging fascination. This was no longer the rebellious yet vulnerable woman he had aimed to break and subjugate. Natalie had abandoned her mortal coil, revealing a darker and more unpredictable side. Ace, for all his calculating malice, was terrified by the idea of what she could become. Natalie's screams of passionate anguish rang through the moonlit hallwa
The Accidental Rescue:The frigid winds blasted over the rushing river as Arnold waited on the shore, watching the woman struggle against the powerful currents. His lips pinched into a narrow line. He turned to his soldiers and said, "Do not save her. Let her be. But as the woman's head vanished beneath the churning waters, Arnold felt something stirring inside him. Without hesitation, he sprang into the river, his powerful figure slashing through the frigid waters. Pushing against the inexorable tide, he grabbed the woman and dragged her limp body to the land. Coughing and gasping, the woman opened her eyes to see Arnold's icy glare. "What do you want from me?" she inquired, her voice shaking. Arnold maintained an indifferent expression as he hauled her to her feet. "You, my dear, will be the mother of my heir," he asserted emphatically. The woman's eyes widened in shock. "Through intercourse?" she inquired, her tone just above a whisper. Arnold shakes his head. "No, not during inter
A twisted bargain:Alice's days dragged on, each more excruciating than the last. Arnold's frequent visits had turned into a living nightmare, as he insulted and abused her, attempting to crush her spirit. The seclusion, uncertainty, and looming menace of his plans for her weighed hard on her mind, and she gradually gave in to his demands. One day, while she sat in her dimly lit chamber, the door swung open and Arnold stepped in, his expression unreadable. Alice tensedopen, prepared herself for another round of agony, but to her astonishment, his remarks were devoid of venom. "My dear," he began, his tone unexpectedly soft, "I have an offer for you." Alice looked at him suspiciously, her heart beating in her chest. "What kind of an offer?" she inquired, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you agree to bear my children," Arnold went on to say, "I will cease the daily torment and grant you certain privileges." Alice could feel her breath seize in her throat. The idea of carrying his c
Alice’s Promotion:Meanwhile, Arnold's father, impressed with Alice's dedication and competence, names her as the new CEO of the Hawthorne corporate empire. This chapter emphasizes Arnold's father's trust and affection for Alice and lays the groundwork for her new role as the company's CEO. In the aftermath of the chaos that had befallen the Hawthorne business empire, a ray of hope emerged from the gloom. Alice, a persistent and diligent employee, had piqued the interest of Arnold's father, Charles Hawthorne. He was impressed by her unwavering passion and skill and identified in her the attributes required to drive the company forward. Charles had seen Alice's unshakable commitment personally. Following Lily's sad death and Samuel's subsequent imprisonment, Alice remained a pillar of strength, guaranteeing the steady operation of the firm. Her tireless efforts and superb leadership abilities had not gone unnoticed by Charles's keen eyes. One afternoon, when Alice was working at her de
Father's Fury:Lily's father, driven by grief and anger over his daughter's sad death, pursues justice and vengeance. Fueled by his emotions, he takes matters into his own hands, determined to hold those guilty accountable. However, his intentions for vengeance are derailed when he is charged and imprisoned for fraud. This chapter looks into the father's desperate quest for justice as well as the ramifications that result. Samuel, Lily's father, was hit hard by the news of her sudden demise. With grief and rage intertwining within him, Samuel became seized by an intense desire for justice. He refused to accept her awful destiny as an accident and was determined to discover the truth about the events that led to his daughter's death. In the days that followed, Samuel dove into a world he never imagined he'd visit. He worked diligently to gather evidence, examine witnesses, and piece together a seemingly never-ending jigsaw. Sleepless hours were spent poring over records, photographs, an
Lily's Downfall:The discovery of Lily's relationship with Arnold's cousin upends her luxurious existence as a supermodel. The media frenzy and public scrutiny have ruined her reputation and career. Lily becomes insane as a result of her inability to cope with the unexpected setback. The chapter delves into her inner anguish and how it leads to a fatal vehicle accident that ends in her untimely death. Lily had always been a symbol of beauty and achievement. Her face appeared on magazine covers, her runway walks captivated audiences, and her every move was watched by loving followers. However, the discovery of her relationship to Arnold's cousin broke her seemingly ideal existence, throwing her into a dark abyss of depression. As the media frenzy grew, headlines screamed allegations, and cameras followed her every move. Lily's world disintegrated under the weight of public scrutiny, and the once-glamorous supermodel became a target for criticism and derision. The walls of her magnificen
Arnold's Cousin:Exposure Arnold had always thought his family was normal, with no skeletons in their closet. But on that terrible day, his life crumbled into a thousand pieces. It began like any other day: Arnold awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside his window. Little did he realize that his cousin's dark secret was about to be revealed, tearing the fabric of their seemingly idyllic existence. As Arnold walked downstairs to the kitchen, he noticed the tension in the air. His parents were crowded together, their faces filled with worry. Arnold approached them with caution, sensing something was amiss. "What is going on?" "Why do you both appear so troubled?" Arnold inquired, his tone tinted with apprehension. His mother looked at his father, her eyes heavy with despair. "Arnold, we have something to tell you. "It is about your cousin, Mark." Arnold felt his heart skip a beat. Mark, his cousin and childhood playmate, was always mischievous but never malicious. He couldn't compr
A New Beginning:The thundering thunder of gunshots rang across the courtyard, and the pungent scent of cordite stung Arnold's nostrils. He clutched Alice against him, ready for the inevitable shower of bullets that would rip through their bodies and end their lives. But the onslaught never arrived. Bewildered, Arnold opened his eyes to see the mercenary firing line swaying in bewilderment. Their raised weapons' barrels were aimed skyward, sending columns of smoke harmlessly into the night air. Alice awoke in his arms, her eyes wide with the same bewildered apprehension as they gradually untangled themselves from their protective hold. The remaining henchmen in the courtyard were in chaos, their attitudes ranging from combat-ready to completely disoriented. A low, rumbling cadence of rotor blades reached Arnold's ears, quickly increasing in loudness. A big black helicopter banked over the estate, its running lights strobing crimson against the clouds of bitter smoke that remained in t
The Final Showdown:The sleek black automobile raced through the night at breakneck speed, its tires screeching as Alice blasted around bends with reckless accuracy. Arnold's knuckles were white on the door handle, his body tight like a bowstring in gloomy expectation of the upcoming struggle. Finally, the formidable gates to Harris' huge estate appeared ahead, flanked by armed soldiers in defensive positions. Alice grimaced as she pressed the pedal, sending the automobile rushing toward the entryway like a bullet. "Get down!" Arnold yelled, grabbing her by the shoulders and yanking them both into a defensive huddle as bullets exploded. Bullets ricocheted off the strengthened chassis as they smashed through the gates, scattering shattered metal and splintered wood. The car fishtailed wildly before Alice regained control, the tires wailing in protest as she slid across the courtyard in a spray of debris. More armed guards approached them from all sides, raising their firearms and aimin
Arnold's Awakening:The heart monitor's steady beep was the only sound in the dimly lit hospital room. Arnold's unmoving figure appeared pallid and emaciated against the stark white blankets. Tubes emerged from his body, carrying vital fluids and medications. Alice kept a single watch at his bedside, her eyes swollen from sleepless nights and a constant stream of tears. "You have to wake up," she said softly, grasping his limp hand. "The kids need you. "I need you." As if responding, Arnold's fingers trembled almost slightly on her hand. Alice's head jolted up, and new tears welled up as she examined his face, looking for any additional indications of consciousness. Arnold's eyelids flickered open gradually and painfully. He blinked owlishly, his brow furrowing in puzzlement as he took in the sterile surroundings. "A...Alice?" His voice was barely more than a croak. "Arnold!" She leaned closer and cradled his face in her quivering hands. "You are awake! Oh, thank God, you are awake!"
Risky Confrontation:The information I had gathered against Damian and Lily felt like a lead weight in my hands as I walked into the heart of their operations—a generic office building that served as the facade for their massive criminal empire. My instincts told me to turn back and wait for the authorities to handle this sensitive case. But a deeper, more basic drive pulled me forward: a burning desire to look into the eyes of the monsters who had attempted to destroy my family and demand answers. My stomach churned with a horrible sense of anticipation as I walked through the magnificent lobby, my heels tapping on the polished marble with each determined stride. I could feel the weight of interested eyes on me, wondering what business a hugely pregnant lady had in this den of dishonesty and deception. If only they knew the truth: the unassuming figure in front of them was a lady forged in the fires of adversity, a force of nature propelled by unbreakable love and an unflinching sens
Unveiling the conspiracy:The farther I went into Lily and Damian's convoluted web, the more I felt like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, with each new revelation more weird and unnerving than the last. Financial data, once a jumble of numbers and figures, began to take on frightening new significance as patterns formed, portraying a picture of systemic fraud and embezzlement on a scale I couldn't fathom. Damian's deceit appeared limitless. He'd spent years painstakingly siphoning money from the Hawthorne empire, using a large network of shell businesses and offshore accounts to hide his activities. And Lily, that nasty snake, had been his willing accomplice, her beauty and guile providing the ideal distraction as Damian worked diligently to undermine Arnold's authority from within. As the scheme unfolded before me, layer by layer, I felt a surge of righteous rage rise in my chest. How could these horrible, soulless animals attempt to destroy what Arnold and I had built? How could