"I'm sorry, Em," Rose had whispered through her tears, her voice filled with remorse. "I shouldn't have come, I shouldn't have brought you into this mess." Her sobs were muffled, choked back to silence, as Emily gently placed her hand on Rose's trembling back. In that moment of vulnerability, Rose felt the weight of her decisions and the consequences the
As Rose entered the mansion, she swiftly made her way through the hallways, her footsteps echoing against the polished marble floors. Placing a hand on her abdomen, she felt a pang of sorrow wash over her. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she whispered softly to herself, "I miss you, my little angel."Observing the phone line downstairs for any signs of intrusion, Rose sighed in relief when she found no evidence of tampering. She continued toward her room, her heart heavy with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. Yet, before she could reach the solitude she sought, Prisca emerged from the shadows, her presence both unexpected and enigmatic.Turning to face Prisca, Rose's eyes widened in surprise. "Prisca, you startled me," she exclaimed, her voice laced with a hint of vulnerability. Prisca's lips curved into a disconcertingly knowing smile, and Rose couldn't help but feel a sense
What do you mean, Sebastian?" Rose questioned, her voice quivering with a mix of uncertainty and fear. She remained bent before him, her vulnerability exposed as he continued to caress her chin with his hands. The touch, juxtaposed with the intensity of the moment, sent shivers down her spine.Sebastian's gaze bore into hers, his eyes holding a peculiar glimmer that she struggled to decipher. His response came, oddly calm yet laced with an enigmatic undertone. "It's a simple question, Rose. Do you love me... yet?" His words hung in the air, pregnant with unspoken implications.Confusion coursed through Rose's veins. Why had he hesitated before uttering that single word—yet? It carried a weight of expectation, as if he anticipated a transformation within her, a shift in her emotions that would align with his desires. The implication unsettled her, a nagging voice warning her of the hidden agenda
Damon's eyes opened, greeted by a veil of darkness that enveloped his surroundings. His head throbbed with a relentless pain, as if a thousand hammers were pounding against his skull. Panic surged through his veins as he realized his hands were bound tightly behind his back, rendering him helpless. A tight gag prevented him from uttering a sound, his muffled attempts at communication swallowed by the stifling silence.As he strained to make sense of his predicament, his ears caught the faint sound of rustling. It reverberated through the room, distant yet hauntingly close. The echoes bounced off the walls, creating an eerie atmosphere that hinted at his confined space—a garage, perhaps.Damon's heart raced, each beat hammering against his chest in sync with the throbbing ache in his head. He wriggled his wrists, testing the strength of his restraints, but the ropes h
As Emily slowly regained consciousness, her surroundings came into focus. Blinking against the haze of confusion, she found herself lying on the floor of her own sitting room. The disorientation weighed upon her, leaving her grappling with fragmented memories and a lingering sense of unease.Struggling to piece together the events that led to her current state, Emily's mind raced in search of answers. The last thing she remembered was clearing the table, her phone ringing, and investigating strange sounds within the house. Beyond that, a hazy void filled her memory, leaving her with a profound sense of disconnection from reality.Beneath her palms, the coolness of the floor grounded Emily, offering a semblance of stability amidst the sea of her thoughts. With a deep breath, she attempted to rise, only to find her limbs weak and unsteady. The realization of he
As Rose spoke with Emily over the phone, her voice quivered with a mixture of fear and anxiety. Her hands trembled uncontrollably as her gaze remained fixed upon Sebastian, who stood tall, a wicked grin stretching across his face. The sight of him upright from his wheelchair only heightened Rose's unease, a visual manifestation of his growing power and dominance."Please, Sebastian," Rose pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just... I didn't know what to do."Sebastian's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with a sinister delight as he relished in Rose's vulnerability. He took a step closer, closing the distance between them, his presence engulfing the room. "Oh, Rose," he taunted, his voice dripping with calculated charm. "Begging suits you, my dear. It shows me just how much control I have over you."Fear pulsed throu
Sebastian sank onto the edge of his bed, his breaths coming in labored gasps. With a forceful tug, he tore off the bandage wrapped tightly around his arm, revealing a fresh wound that began to bleed anew. Yet, the physical pain paled in comparison to the turmoil raging within him.His hands trembled as he reached for his phone, fingers fumbling against the screen. The number that had called him moments ago remained unanswered, the call not even reaching voicemail. Frustration etched deep lines on his forehead as he pressed his temple, attempting to soothe the headache that threatened to consume him.The pain from his injury intensified, a reminder of the vulnerability he tried to conceal. Blood seeped through the fabric of his shirt, staining it with a chaotic pattern of small and large crimson dots. The visual reminder of his own mortality mingled with the storm of emotio
Gwen's hands trembled as she stared at the unconscious form of Damian, his helplessness tugging at her conscience. She had never intended for things to escalate to this point, but desperation had driven her into this dark path. With a heavy sigh, she reached for her phone, her fingers fumbling with the buttons as she dialed the number of the person who had sent her on this perilous mission.The call connected, and Gwen's voice quivered as she spoke into the receiver. "It's Gwen. I've got him, but things have taken an unexpected turn. He's unconscious, and I don't know what to do next."A deep, commanding voice responded on the other end of the line, its tone reflecting authority. "You were given clear instructions, Gwen. Ensure his compliance and gather the information we need. We can't afford any mistakes."Gwen swallowed hard, her fear mingling with
Rose stood in front of the exquisite, gilded mirror, her delicate reflection staring back at her. The opulent room, adorned with lavish decorations, seemed to pale in comparison to the turmoil within her heart. It had been an agonizing eternity of nearly two weeks since she had last set foot in the prestigious walls of the company.A faint smile graced Rose's lips as she gazed at her reflection, but it was swiftly replaced by a flicker of sorrow in her eyes. A single tear threatened to escape, betraying the strength she had mustered to maintain her composure. With swift elegance, she reached for a satin tissue, delicately blotting away the evidence of her inner turmoil, determined not to let a single smudge mar her impeccable makeup.Her thoughts drifted to Hilda, How was she faring in Rose's absence? The mere anticipation of their reunion filled Rose's heart with a mixture of excitemen