Kindly be aware that I do not endorse Stockholm syndrome, and this is precisely what Amelia is experiencing as she grapples with guilt. Stockholm syndrome serves as a coping mechanism within a scenario of captivity or abuse. Gradually, individuals begin to develop affirmative emotions towards those who have taken them captive or subjected them to harm. Don't forget to vote and comment. You can suggest to me some ideas, like if you want them to end up together or apart. I'll gladly consider them.đź’Ż
Gabriel's POVIt's been a month since I decided to confess the truth to her. I couldn't bear the thought of her seeing me solely as a villain. So, I chose to reveal a part of the truth, leaving out the darker details that could make her hate me even more. I'm well aware of the pain I've caused her, and while my obsession with her still lingers, I've learned to exercise restraint.Over the past month, I've remained by her side, offering support without crossing any boundaries. I wanted her to see that I can change, that I can be better for her. Progress was visible – her fear of me was gradually subsiding, and she was starting to open up. I've been careful not to touch her in ways that would make her uncomfortable, allowing her to trust me at her own pace.A positive development is that my father has finally transferred all of his business holdings to my name. I am now the proud owner of Hamilton Enterprises, and my underground ventures, which remain hidden from her, continue to thrive.
Amelia's POV The situation was incredibly embarrassing. How could I not have realized that this elegant and luxurious room would belong to him? "Um...sorry, I didn't know. Don't worry, I'll find another room," I stammered, feeling utterly flustered. "No, it's fine. You can stay here. I don't mind," he responded casually. I simply nodded, feeling a mix of awkwardness and gratitude for his understanding. Without lingering, I retreated into the room's walk-in closet, selecting a simple yet cute floral dress to wear. Once dressed, I left the closet and noticed the sound of running water from the adjoining washroom, indicating that he was in the midst of a shower. Fighting off my boredom, I decided to explore the mansion. I gently closed the door behind me as I stepped out of the room and turned left, my curiosity piqued by the sight of another staircase. It led further upstairs, and my intrigue prompted me to ascend and see what lay beyond. Continuing on, I soon reached another door. J
Amelia's POVI found myself lying on the bed in Gabriel's room, lost in deep thoughts. The room was a mix of unfamiliar elegance and comfort, reflecting his complex personality.As I pondered over my current circumstances, I realized that being around Gabriel stirred up emotions within me that I had never experienced before. Whenever he was near, I felt an odd sense of security and a hint of affection. But was it genuine love? It wasn't that my family didn't care for me, but the revelation of their betrayal had shattered my trust.Amidst my contemplation, I also couldn't help but think about Mark, my first love. I had pushed him to the back of my mind during this tumultuous ordeal. I needed to see him, talk to him. The bond we shared was something special, something different from what I was experiencing with Gabriel. While my feelings for Gabriel were growing, they were complicated by the circumstances of my captivity.Mark had to be hurting, wondering what had happened to me. My hear
After a short drive, we arrived at a restaurant. Gabriel got out of the car and swiftly made his way to my side. He opened the door and extended his hand, helping me step out of the car. What a gentleman he was being. His arm rested gently around my waist as we strolled towards the restaurant's entrance. The place exuded elegance, and I found myself captivated by its beauty.As we reached the entrance, Gabriel tossed the car key to the valet, and the doorman graciously held the door open for us. His confidence and demeanor spoke volumes—clearly, he felt right at home here. Well, he did own Hamilton Enterprise, so that wasn't a surprise. I couldn't help but think how fortunate he was to have such wealth and power.An elegantly attired woman, donning a professional uniform and high heels, greeted us with a warm smile. "Welcome, Mr. Hamilton and Miss Hutton. Please follow me; I'll show you to your table," she said in a polite and practiced manner. As we walked behind her, I couldn't help
Amelia's POVMature content ahead:Leaving the bathroom, my gaze remained fixated on the engagement ring adorning my finger. Lost in its glimmering beauty, I didn't notice the person in front of me until I bumped into them. I looked up, and a smile spread across my face as I realized it was Gabriel. The transformation in him had been remarkable; his newfound kindness was endearing. A sudden urge to hug him overwhelmed me, and I wrapped my arms around him, resting my head against his chest. Rising up on my toes, I could just barely reach his chest; he was so tall."You know what?" I asked, feeling a sense of comfort and contentment in his embrace."What, babygirl?" he responded, his fingers tracing soothing circles on my back as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck."I'm really starting to like this side of you. In the beginning, I couldn't stand you, but now I'm genuinely growing fond of you. It's as if the 'monster' Gabriel has transformed into a 'fallen angel'," I admitted with since
Amelia's POVI awoke to the sight of Gabriel, deep in slumber beside me. My face nestled against his chest, and his hand gently rested on my waist, the tangle of our limbs illustrating the intimacy of our connection. Reminiscing about the events of the previous night brought an involuntary smile to my lips. It had been a night of unexpected surprises - a date that transformed into a proposal, followed by an intensely passionate encounter. My hope was for Gabriel to remain the person I had grown fond of, without any alteration."I can sense your gaze upon me, my angel. I'm aware of my own handsomeness," Gabriel remarked, his morning voice infused with a seductive allure that I couldn't help but find appealing."I wasn't," I responded, feeling my cheeks flush with shyness. I could practically feel the heat radiating from them.Gabriel opened his eyes, a smile gracing his features as he gazed at me. Slowly, he drew closer and placed a soft kiss on my blushing cheek."I quite enjoy witness
Amelia's POVGabriel suggested that I go shopping with his sister, Angelica, primarily to find my wedding dress and other essentials. While I was certainly pleased, confusion lingered within me. I was still a young adult, only 18 years old, and now I was on the verge of marriage within a week. Undoubtedly, Gabriel loved me immensely, but I couldn't help but feel that things were moving at an incredibly swift pace."Hey, down-to-earth sister-in-law. What's on your mind?" Angelica inquired with a hint of amusement in her tone."Well, there's something I wanted to ask you," I began, my sincerity evident."Spill it. I'm all ears," she responded with evident enthusiasm."I'm feeling conflicted. I'm not sure what to do. I mean, getting married in a week, but I still feel so young," I confessed, baring my concerns."Did you talk to Gabby about this?" she queried, leaving me even more bewildered."Who's Gabby?" I responded, my forehead creasing in puzzlement."Oh, you didn't know? That's the n
A knock on the door jolted the couple out of their enchanting reverie. Amelia's cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson, while Gabriel emitted a soft chuckle at her reaction."Are you alright in there, miss? Do you need any assistance?" the salesgirl inquired.Amelia found herself flustered and taken aback. She realized that nobody had noticed Gabriel's entrance, and she also came to the sobering realization that when they eventually stepped out of the dressing room, they would likely attract curious stares. Furthermore, she was keenly aware that this golden opportunity for teasing wouldn't be missed by Angelica."I... um... no, it's fine...almost done," she stammered, her voice betraying her embarrassment. Gabriel's proud smirk only exacerbated her discomposure. Casting a shy, doe-eyed glance in his direction, she felt her face heat up with embarrassment."Listen, I'll step out first, and I'll create a diversion to ensure no one notices when you come out," she proposed, her anxiety palp
Time has passed, a relentless march of days that feel like an eternity. In the confines of our shared room, we coexist like strangers, our connection fragmented and lost. The chasm between us seems insurmountable. The depth of Gabriel's betrayal weighs heavily on my soul, etching scars upon my psyche, invisible but profound. Night after night, I lie in bed, my heart burdened by an unrelenting anguish. The injuries inflicted upon my mind, the torment that has left my spirit fractured and scarred, persist unabated. A gulf now separates us, a gaping void too vast to bridge. Though Gabriel makes attempts to mend our broken relationship, his apologies feel like whispers in a tempest of doubts and fears. My trust in him, once unwavering, lies shattered. His words are like fragile glass, beautiful yet painfully breakable
I found myself locked away in that dimly lit room, its oppressive atmosphere mirroring the despair that had taken residence within my chest. My tears flowed freely, cascading like a river of sorrow, each droplet carrying the weight of profound regret. How had I allowed myself to embrace Gabriel as my better half? It was a notion that had once held profound significance, a promise of love and unwavering trust, but now it felt like a cruel jest, a cruel mockery of the love I had once held sacred.Lies. It was the one transgression I could not abide, the one boundary I had firmly established. And Gabriel had shattered it, pulverizing my trust into a million splintered fragments. The fact that he could become engaged to Anna while maintaining an unrelenting grip on me was beyond reason, a sickening contradiction that left me reeling.
Gabriel's words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, like a dark cloud that threatened to unleash a torrential storm. His possessiveness, once hidden beneath the surface, had erupted into a raging tempest of obsession and control. The room felt like a pressure cooker, the tension so palpable it was almost suffocating.I stood there, my heart racing, my breaths shallow, trying to process the abrupt transformation of the man I had loved. Fear coiled around me, squeezing my chest like a vice, making it difficult to speak. This wasn't the Gabriel I had fallen for, the man who had swept me off my feet with his charm and tenderness. This was a stranger, a possessive shadow of the person I thought I knew."You're scaring me, Gabriel," I finally managed to whisper, my voice trembling like fragile glass on the verge of shatt
Amelia's POVThe words crashed into my ears like an avalanche of betrayal and deception, shattering the delicate balance of my world. The opulent foyer of the mansion, once a place of grandeur and celebration, had fallen into an eerie hush. All eyes turned to me, like predatory spotlights in the dark, as I stood there, clinging to my twin daughters, a lone figure in a sea of judgment.My three sisters-in-law, led by the treacherous Anna, and even my mother-in-law, bore sinister smirks that distorted their faces into grotesque masks of malice. But it was Gabriel's inscrutable expression that cut deepest, a facade of neutrality concealing a tempest of emotions beneath.Whispers swirled around me, like vultures circling their prey. Who was this woma
Amelia's POVI found myself reclined in the sterile confines of the hospital room, my gaze riveted upon the serene forms of my twin daughters. Their tiny, rhythmic breaths rose and fell in perfect synchrony, a symphony of innocence that tugged at the deepest corners of my heart. Holding them in my arms, I was entranced by the delicate curls of their fingers and the softness of their dream-filled slumber. They were perfection incarnate.It has been 5 days and I have learned to manage the persistent ache in my lower abdomen – a small tribute to the miracle of motherhood. The art of soothing, diaper-changing, and even breastfeeding had become a part of my daily routine, thanks to the patient guidance of the nurses. It was a heady blend of enchantment, exhaustion, and sheer overwhelm, but I wouldn't exchan
Amelia's POVImpatience gnawed at me, the minutes dragging on like hours in that hospital room. My heart fluttered with a blend of excitement and apprehension, the eager anticipation forming a persistent rhythm in my chest. But then, as if in response to my unspoken longing, the door swung open, and two nurses entered, cradling bundles wrapped in soft blankets.A gasp escaped my lips as I laid eyes on the two tiny miracles they carried. My babies. A surge of love so profound it felt like a tangible force washed over me. My trembling hands reached out, fingertips grazing against the delicate skin of these new lives. They were small, so fragile, and yet within them resided a world of potential and wonder.As the nurses tenderly placed each baby in
Amelia lay in the dimness of her room, the mansion's vastness seeming to engulf her in solitude. Tonight, Gabriel's absence was particularly acute – his prolonged hours at work served as a stark reminder of the challenges they faced as a couple. She had grown accustomed to his presence, his reassuring presence a soothing balm against the uncertainties of their lives. But tonight, the mansion's empty corridors amplified her aloneness.He had warned her that his return might not be until the early hours of the morning, the weight of responsibility heavy in his voice. Their lives were entwined with the complexities of the family business, a reality that demanded sacrifices and late-night endeavors.With a sigh, Amelia adjusted herself in bed, her belly a gentle mound beneath the covers. The m
Amelia's pregnancy had entered its eighth month, a time when the mansion seemed to hum with a quiet sense of anticipation. The storms that had once threatened to shatter her relationship with Gabriel had gradually abated, replaced by a renewed bond that grew stronger with each passing day. His vow to shield her from the shadows of his family, especially from the clutches of Anna, had evolved into a steadfast reality. Yet, beneath the veneer of calmness, Amelia couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there were still hidden truths lurking in the shadows.On this particular afternoon, the aroma of freshly brewed tea wafted through the kitchen, enveloping Amelia and Mother Grace as they sat at the table, their conversation a soothing backdrop to the sunlight that streamed in through the windows."It won't be long now," Mo
Gabriel's POVThe night air bore the weight of my seething rage as I stormed out of the mansion, my fury a consuming blaze that devoured all in its path. Adrian's audacity, the echoes of our heated confrontation, and the image of Amelia's tear-streaked countenance coiled together, compelling me to seek refuge in the solitude of my own residence. The very house where I had once brought Amelia, a place that was once synonymous with shared secrets and forbidden affection.My pacing steps reverberated through the dimly illuminated living room, the flickering shadows playing an accompaniment to my seething thoughts. The confrontation with Adrian replayed in my mind, his words akin to venom surging through my veins. How dare he approach my wife, stoke her emotions, and stake a claim t