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The tension in the room evaporated the moment Daniel answered his phone. His face, moments ago contorted with rage, smoothed into a mask of politeness. "Grandfather," he said, his voice suddenly warm. "How are you?" I lay there, heart still racing, as I listened to Daniel's side of the conversation. His brow furrowed, lips pressing into a thin line. "Tonight? But-" Daniel paused, clearly cut off. "Yes, of course. We'll be there." He hung up, turning to me with a scowl. "Get up. We're going to dinner at the old mansion." I blinked, struggling to process the sudden shift. "What?" "Grandfather wants to see you," Daniel spat, as if the words tasted foul. "He misses you, apparently." --- The leather seats of Daniel's luxury sedan creaked as he shifted gears, his cologne almost suffocating in the enclosed space. We'd been driving in tense silence for nearly twenty minutes, the city lights giving way to the manicured lawns of the suburbs. "Remember," Daniel said, his voice l
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The dining room was a study in opulence. A massive mahogany table dominated the space, its polished surface reflecting the warm glow of the chandelier overhead. Fine china and gleaming silverware awaited us at each place setting. As we took our seats, I couldn't help but feel like a fraud in this world of old money and more uncomfortable secrets. Grandfather sat at the head of the table, his presence commanding even in the act of unfolding his napkin. "Alex, my boy," he said, his voice warm. "It's been too long. Tell me, how was your time abroad?" Alex smiled, and I was struck again by how at ease he seemed in this setting. "Enlightening, Mr. Russo. The techniques I learned in Italy have been invaluable to my work." "Italy?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. All eyes turned to me, and I felt my cheeks warm. Grandfather chuckled. "Ah, I forget my manners. Maya, dear, Alex was a student of mine before he went abroad to study jewelry design. One of my most promising pupils
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I stood there, caught between Alex's piercing gaze and the echo of Daniel's words still ringing in my ears. The hallway suddenly felt too small, too confining. I needed air, space, anything to clear my head. "I didn't realize you were so concerned about other people's personal lives," I said, aiming for nonchalance but hearing the brittleness in my voice. Alex blinked, taken aback by my sudden sharpness. He recovered quickly, his expression softening. "I just came out for some air," he said lightly. "The atmosphere in there is... rather intense." I let out a humorless laugh. "You don't know the half of it." I glanced back towards the dining room. "I should go. Grandfather will be waiting." "Maya," Alex's voice stopped me. "A woman like you... you shouldn't be trapped in a broken marriage." The words hit me like a physical blow. Broken marriage. Such a simple phrase to describe the wreckage of my life. I felt a tidal wave of emotions crashing over me – anger, hurt, fear, and s
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Fiona’s POVThe door slammed behind us, the sound echoing through the empty house. Daniel's hands were on me instantly, rough and demanding. His mouth crashed mine, tasting of whiskey and barely contained rage. I knew this mood - he needed an outlet, and I was more than willing to provide it."Fuck, Fiona," he growled, pushing me against the wall. His hand sliding up my thigh, bunching my dress around my waist. "I need you. Now."I moaned as his fingers found my aching pussy, already wet and wanting. "Then take me," I challenged, nipping at his lower lip.Daniel didn't need to be told twice. In one fluid motion, he lifted me, as I grabbed his strong arms for support, my legs wrapping around his waist. I felt his cock, hard and ready, pressing against me. With a grunt, he thrust inside, filling me completely, and instant."God, yes," I screamed, my head falling back against the wall. Daniel set a punishing pace, each thrust driving me higher. The picture frames rattled fiercely with th
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Maya's POVThe days blurred together in my gilded prison. I spread my design sketches across the bed, red pen marking adjustments here and there. The competition deadline loomed, but at least being locked up gave me plenty of time to work.My phone buzzed. Olivia."The divorce papers are almost ready," she said without preamble. "We just need to figure out how to serve them to Daniel since he's keeping you isolated."I smiled, grateful I'd demanded my phone back after the dinner at Grandfather's. "He can't keep me locked up forever. We'll find a way.""Are you eating? Taking care of yourself?""Yes, mom," I teased. Though honestly, I had been feeling off lately. Probably from being cooped up all day.The house felt different with all the new staff. The old chef, Maria, who'd been with us for years - gone. The familiar maids - replaced. Daniel's watchdogs, all of them. But it meant I didn't have to see him and Fiona flaunting their relationship, so I counted it as a win.I returned to
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Maya's POVGrandfather's presence seemed to shrink the hospital room. He stood there, radiating cold fury, his eyes fixed on the marks around Fiona's neck with an almost clinical detachment. The silence stretched, broken only by the steady beep of my heart monitor."Thomas called me," he finally said, his voice deceptively calm. "Told me my grandson locked his wife in a room and left her to faint alone. And now I find you here, Daniel, berating a sick woman in her hospital bed?""Grandfather, you don't understand." Daniel's tone shifted, that familiar oily smoothness creeping in. "Maya attacked Fiona. Look at her neck—""Oh, yes." Fiona touched her throat delicately, batting tear-filled eyes at Daniel. "I was so scared..."Grandfather's laugh was sharp enough to cut. "Scared? Those barely-there marks that look suspiciously like makeup? Did you think I wouldn't notice?"I watched Fiona's face flush, her perfect mask slipping for just a moment."Probably bumped into something and saw an
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Maya's POVI sat in Olivia's pristine office, my fingers tracing the edge of her mahogany desk. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, catching on the fresh flowers she always kept. Everything about the space spoke of new beginnings – so different from the suffocating opulence of my prison."He locked you up and you fainted?" Olivia's voice was tight with controlled anger. Her normally perfect composure cracked as she paced behind her desk. "Maya, this is beyond divorce territory. We could press charges.""No charges," I said firmly, watching her heels click against the hardwood. "I just want out."She paused her pacing, pulled open her drawer, and withdrew a thick manila envelope. The weight of it felt significant as she placed it in my hands. "Final version. I've triple-checked everything."My fingers trembled slightly as I opened it. Fiona's smirking confession about the food flashed through my mind, followed by the metallic taste in my mouth, the world going black. Ever
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The mountain cabin felt empty as the last guests left, their voices fading away. I stood in the back corner, holding a warm champagne I hadn't touched, watching Maya from behind a display case. The lights were dimmer now, making shadows stretch across the floor. The air smelled of perfume, wine, and that metallic smell from the glass-working station.Maya stood near the central display, amber lights catching in her hair as she gathered a small portfolio of papers. Her shoulders rolled once, the only sign she was tired after hours of smiling at people. For the first time all day, she was momentarily alone—Alex had stepped outside with a group of investors, their voices floating through the open doorway. Her stylish friend who'd confronted me in the bathroom was across the room, telling staff where to put things. The lawyer friend who seemed glued to Maya's side was talking with the venue manager, both looking at a tablet.The sweat on my forehead felt cold. My last pill high had long f
