LILIANA My entire body thrums with bone deep weakness as I struggle to open my eyes. So far, I've only managed to pop an eyelid open while the other remains closed in laziness. I'm alone in the room. A different room actually and it's not the dungeon. Thank God. A sharp exhale then I try to raise myself up on my elbows. The warmth of the sunlightās rays streaming through the balcony says its past noon. āYou're awake.ā I freeze at the sound of the voice. It's not Alice's, neither is it that big buffoonās. Awfully familiar it sounds yet I cannot for the life of me, place a face to it. I turn my head in that direction, shivering lightly as my eyes come to rest on that creepy little girl. My eyes fly open and all the weariness vanishes. āWhat the ā why are you looking at me like that?ā She is seated at the bottom of the bed, her brown eyes trained on me, unblinking. āAlice said to keep an eye on you. I have two.ā She says with a dead ass face. I push away a shudder
LILIANA āWhat the hell just happened?ā I muse, still in wonder. I'm blinking at the door that has been left ajar. Gone is the heat of his rage and in its wake is the lingering scent of his cologne intertwined with his masculine scent. I admit to pushing him to anger in the past with words that would cause even the strongest of men to cower and crumble. It cannot be the words I said. No, I doubt they caused as much as a dent on him. As usual, he takes the crown for reckless display of savagery. āLaura?ā A voice gasps in the doorway. Recognition strikes me as I take in the image of auburn hair and wide hazel eyes. āRachel?ā I'm dumbstruck at first, however when I recall their betrayal, a scowl takes over. āWhat are you doing here? Have you come to finish me off like your father did?ā āI work here. What are you doing here?ā āShit Sherlock, I'm harvesting ripe grapes.ā I grouse with my eyes rolled far back into my head so far I fear they'll drop into my stomach. āTha
LILIANAI place my hands on his broad chest with intent to shove, and against my will, they remain planted to the spot.Why am I letting him kiss me? Better still, whyā¦does it feel so dang good?His tongue invades my mouth with a savage intensity that leave me breathless and before long, I fist the front of his shirt as an anchor. āSoā¦divine.ā He whispers hotly against my lips.His hold on my neck pulses in tandem with the clench of my pussy pressed onto his strong thigh. I feel his erection resting against the outside of my other thigh while he drives me to the brink.What starts out as slow movements, graduates into a steady rhythm that picks up in every passing second.This is wrong⦠This is repulsive⦠Yet, I find myself responding to the urgent demands of his thigh by grinding feverishly against him like my very existence depends on it.His kisses hold me ransom and I'm paying back with one of mine, matching every hot lash of his tongue with one of mine.It is like a battle for d
LILIANAAlice rambles about so many things at once as we head out of my room, chirping excitedly about the clothes we could try on and how long it had been since she played dress up. She doesn't strike me as one who takes part in such frivolities.I, on the other hand, am too unbothered to listen and too distressed about my recent deed to ask her to stop. I hadn't noticed a smaller building, well technically small next to Damian's mansion. Although it looks quite garish, I can't shake off the feeling that there might be more to it. Made men don't invest or build without reason. Anyway, the place is bigger than my newly assigned bedroom with racks of clothes lining up every corner.If I wasn't in a precarious situation, I would swear the place is a woman's wet dream.Robotically, I let Alice toss me this way and that, using me to satisfy her childhood fantasies and to be honest, it doesn't bother me as much. Somehow, it takes my mind away from my worries.She pulls away from the r
LILIANAThe next few days pass by in a blur, the possibility of my escape becoming bleaker than a candle's flame in a hurricane force wind. Andros is stuck with me every passing day because of his shoulder injury, like a stubborn tick on the side of a shaggy dog. At least his presence is sufferable. He makes little jokes and is a little friendly. When Alice kept sending food to my room, he suggested she get a mini fridge for chocolates and the likes so I can help myself to it, and she doesn't have to come all the way up.It was surprising because we just barely finished speaking about it. I figured if I am to be held without explanation, then I deserve humane treatment at least. I'm not having anything less. Still, it won't cancel out the burning hatred I have for every soul in the house.Wellā¦except for Alice and Andros. I can't help but indulge myself in their lovable personalities.āWhat are you looking at the door and thinking about?ā A gruff voice cuts through my train of thou
LILIANA I'm leaning over the balcony feeling the warm breeze as it carries the scent of blooming flowers and the distant hint of water. The sun dips behind the clouds tinted with shades of coral which streaks across the sky like wispy brush strokes on a canvas but I'm too anxious to appreciate their beauty. Why does his absence bother me? I should be using my relationship with Alice and Andros as a leverage for an escape. Andros stepped out and it has been thirty minutes since. He usually doesn't stay out longer than this. I should make active moves to flee but I don't. Instead, I'm haunted by the memory of Damian's mismatched eyes, his smile, his presence and it's as if his absence has created a void within me that I'm desperate to fill. I scoff, āThis isn't the plan, Liliana.ā I grip the balcony railing tightly until my knuckles whiten with tension. The scenery is a perfect model that I want to bring to life through colors, however, I can't shake off the feeling
DAMIAN'You're lying in filth,' is the first thing my brain registers when I open my eyes to behold the harsh streaks of morning light filtering in. I do a quick scan of my surroundings, startled to find the entire place strewn in an absolute mess. Then it all comes crashing down upon me, the memories of last night. I'd paid a visit to Stellƫza's grave and drank myself to a blinding stupor on the drive home, thrashed her room in a rage and the rest is history.The giant portrait of her which is usually covered, is laid bare, the cover lying discarded on the bed. I should cover it up. I don't want anyone else beholding the treasure that used to be mine and is now death's.As I try to stand, a terrible headache threatens to split my skull in half. I groan, reaching for something solid to hoist myself up. My body sways this way and that despite efforts to keep still and clear my head.I weave my way in, out and around the furnitures littered about and try to open the door but it is s
DAMIANFor the next few hours, I bury myself in the confines of my office with the door shut against everyone else. Even Alice knows better than to come knocking at a time like this.Today, six months ago. A memory that shakes me to my very core, one I have forced shut in the recesses of my brain, now bursting forth like a barely contained explosion.Images keep pouring into my headā¦all drenched in red, red spilling onto my hands and soaking the rug, seeping into the lines on the tiles. The maid's mortified expression when she ran into the scene with Alice. A lot of the household staff had resigned the next morning. A chuckle slips out.I lift my head to stare drunkenly at the almost empty vodka bottle on my desk. The third one. I'm reaching for it when a knock sounds on the door.āGo away!ā I slur. Pouring myself a half glass, I spin around to study the thick drapes on the window.āIt's Mel, baby.ā Another rap. āOpen up.āI only see more red. āI said go away!ā Without remorse, I g
DAMIANHer eyes widen in caution as I approach her. Like sheās scared of me, or maybe scared Iād hurt her even when Iām certain she knows I canāt. She doesnāt really know the power she holds over me, does she?I should say I am disappointed but how can I when I canāt even tell her how I really feel about her? Thatās just hypocrisy. Behind her is Stellezaās wardrobe full of her things which I stowed away in her memory. āI couldnāt throw her things out, neither could I burn them.ā I remember the exact angle where I kept the journal hidden. Since this is her blood sister weāre talking about, then perhaps she has a right to know what it entails and the truth about how she died.Reaching further into the back, my fingertips graze a hard leather. Bringing it out, I flip the leather-bound journal and hand it to her. She gazes down at the book, not taking it yet. āWhat is this?āāShe wrote this,ā I murmur, recalling the dark words that birthed my rage. āShe wrote every word on every page b
LILIANAItās supposed to be Stellezaā¦but this woman bearing such a dazzling smileā¦My heart stutters but I canāt bring myself to drag my eyes away from the horrifying revelation staring back at me. Itās been thirteen years since the last time I saw her. Thirteen whole years of fumbling in the dark, left alone to navigate the maze that is life. She shielded it from me for so long until she couldnāt handle it anymore.āLālajlaā¦Lajlaā¦ā I whisper unable to believe the sight before me. She looks the sameā¦except for her forest green eyes, now dulled from being immortalized in a photo frame. Itās an understatement to the real sparkle when you look at her in real life. And her smile, now frozen in time, is just like I remember it. But brighter. Better.āForgive me, Lajla.ā The first drops slide down my cheeks. āI failed you over and over.ā I sniffle, trying my best to hold back the dam from bursting forth. āI did what you asked and went an extra mile pleasing the wrong people.āI crumble fr
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LILIANAThe words strike right in the middle of my chest like lightning hitting a spot twice. It just doubles the ache Iāve been feeling since I woke up. Could it be any worse?Iām certain Iāve heard this from the man himself. As though fate is playing a cruel joke on me, his words echo in my ears again.āI killed her.ā āI pulled the trigger that killed her.āIs that why he wanted me to stay away from him? Oh, Liliana, how much of an idiot can you be? The signs have been staring at me naked. I ignored the way I did Kyleās red flags until he landed me in worse trouble. Is this just the universeās way of teaching people like me lessons?āYou look pale. Maybe you should just go back and waitā¦?āāNo. No, Iām fine.ā I donāt know if Iām ready to hear more of what she has to say, yet I tell herā āGo on.āShe nods, casts a nervous glance around and then looks at the door. āI donāt know what he hides in there that heās refused to let anyone in. The only person who managed to see in here by m
LILIANARachel is waiting by the door by the time the car pulls up inside the fancy prison I familiarized myself with as home. Not anymore. Maybe soon, this nightmare would be over and Iāll get over him. āYouāre back early?āI manage a fake smile that doesnāt quite reach my eyes. āDonāt tell me you miss me. Iāve barely been gone for a week.āShe reaches to take my bags and I pull away before she can touch it. Thereās no need to fool anyone with exaltations when we are both alike in more ways than we think. Sheās a slave here even though sheās willing. Iām the captive. Still sounds the same to me. Yet, why do I need all of this special attention? Itās just bullshit around here.Speaking of captives, I stop and turn to Rachel. āDid Melanie stop by at the house today?āShe pauses to think, then shakes her head. āThat was last night. I told her you were on a trip and she made me spill the location. I donāt know why she needed that information anyway.ā After another long pause, she gasps
Buckle up people, this is going to be a long ass read but I guess we've seen this coming.LILIANAMelanie?I look at Damian for help, wondering why in the hell she is standing on the property of his private island. Waitāhow does she know where we are? Damian looks as shocked as I am as well. So weāre going to say heās not aware of her arrival? I donāt believe whatever facade heās wearing on his face now. Itās hard to believe he doesnāt know about this and something within me breaks. Iām not sure what that is.āWell, well, well,ā she starts in a demeaning tone reeking of spite, āif itās not the captive and her captor enjoying a week out of town so they can spend time alone. How romantic!āDamian looks like heās fed up of her nonsense. āWhat are you doing here, Mel?āāThatās not such a nice thing to say to someone who you once called better suited for your cock. Now thatās not very nice, is it? I should be the one asking the questions here, not you baby boy. What are you doing here?ā Sh
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LILIANAThe water ripples as he sinks in behind me, large body settling under the surface with practised ease. His legs open and he guides me between them, pulling me back against his chest. His arms come around me.I melt right into him with a greedy inhale of him.We sit like that for a while with the water lapping around us and his fingers massaging my scalp. Then, they stop and disappear into the water. Before I get the chance to protest, his fingers lightly begin tracing patterns on my stomach. His chin rests on my shoulder, and for a moment, everything stills. Until his hands drift lower. And lower.āYouāre insatiable,ā I whisper, smiling. I already know how this is going to end.āAnd you,ā he says as he grazes my ear with his mouth, āare impossible to resist.āHe shifts me, wrapping his hands around my waist to turn me so I can straddle his lap. The second our eyes lock, the air becomes charged with sexual tension. His hands are hot on my thighs. I rest my hands on his should
LILIANAI wake up wrapped in the warmth of body heat and cedar. Damian.His arm is draped across my waist, his chest pressed firmly against my back and one leg tangled over mine like heās scared Iāll disappear while heās asleep. His breath is warm against my neck, blowing in steady and soft.For a man like him, sleep turns him into something else. Heās in a vulnerable calm.I need to move now, but I donāt want to. I just lie there, breathing his scent in and watching, enthralled by the way his fingers twitch slightly against my stomach like heās still chasing me in whatever dream heās in. what he doesnāt know is that I donāt need to be chased anymore. Iām his as much as heās mine. His confessions and the way he loved me last night, deep and hardā¦it wasnāt perfect. Heās not perfect either. Heās justāhim and Iām content with that.Eventually, I shift to face him. Heās still asleep. Thereās still a faint crease between his brows. Even in rest, his mind doesnāt fully shut off. But itās