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Chapter 13
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The clinking of my fork against the porcelain plate was the only sound in the room. I couldn’t even taste the food anymore, not with the tension choking the air. Declan’s words hung between us, and the suffocating feeling caused me indigestion.“Next week?” I asked, staring at Declan like he’d lost his mind, because he has. “I know it’s sudden,” Declan said, his tone trying to sound casual but that trick isn't going to work on me.“But it’s necessary. The situation changed.” “Changed how?” I demanded. “We agreed on three months, not one. I just moved in, few hours ago, without even being told about it in advance! Now you want me to marry you next week? That’s insane!” Ramona sighed loudly, giving me that look like I was a spoiled brat throwing a tantrum. “Lyla, do stop being so dramatic. This is hardly unreasonable.” “Hardly unreasonable?” I repeated, my voice rising. “I don’t even know him well enough to up and agree to this! You can’t just….” “That's enough.” Her
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CEDRIC POV The Abernathy estate we called home was a fortress. Built to keep the family close and everyone else out. If you weren’t blood, you had no business being here. Only a trusted few, like Dominic and a handful of loyal family bodyguards, were allowed inside. Even with them, we didn’t take chances. They were watched closely, every move monitored, every belongings checked, because trust in our world was fragile thing and hard to obtain when broken. The estate stretched over acres, a sprawling maze of cobblestone roads, perfectly trimmed hedges, and houses that looked like they came straight out of some rich man’s fantasy. At the center of it all stood the main house, a massive, gray stone structure that loomed like a fortress. It was there that the real decisions were made, the kind that kept the Abernathy name respected, feared and protected. Every condo surrounding it belonged to each member of the family. Mia, my older sister, lived closest to the main house with her two
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Lyla POV It's the wedding day. A day I never thought or even dreamed that my very own wedding would be so……empty. Romona and Declan decided we should have a courtroom wedding. Whatever that was, I was really thankful that I wasn't excited to actually know what it was. Or else I would be grieving at my own disappointment. There were no decorations, no flowers, no tearful speeches from family members. Just me and a few strangers who I could barely call family. Declan wasn’t anywhere in sight, and neither was my stepmother. I don’t know if that made me feel any better or worse. The only people I could focus on were the ones who’d come along for the ride. Declan’s family. And to be honest, none of them looked particularly thrilled to be there. His mom sat five benches behind me, arms crossed, with this look on her face like she’d rather be anywhere else but here. Her hair, this perfect ash-black bun, was neatly glued to each other it didn’t even look real. She had on this fancy
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I stood outside the judge’s hall, feeling like a complete and utter idiot. I was ditched on my very own wedding day, stuck here alone in a wedding dress that felt like it was a prank. How did I end up like this? This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to be getting married, getting my debts paid and fulfilling my own part of the contract. Not standing here looking like a fool. I bit back my tears, swallowing it whole. I wasn’t going to let anyone see me fall apart, especially not in public. People walked past me, some barely sparing a glance, while others openly stared with questions written all over their faces. A bride with no groom. A girl in a wedding dress, alone, abandoned, standing there like she was waiting for someone to come back for her. But no one would. There were never plans for anyone to begin with, I was just too dumb to know it. I had nothing—no money, no phone, no way to get home. The irony made my stomach twist, and the anxiety made my head spin. Bu
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I wasn’t sure what I was looking at, and I didn’t dare turn around and walk away. My breath hitched in my throat, body frozen, mind barely registering what the hell was happening right in front of me. The room stank of sweat, alcohol, and betrayal. Thick moans filled the air, bouncing off the walls like some twisted symphony of sin. Romona and Declan twisted in tangled sheets, their bodies pressed together in a disgusting, feverish display of lust. Her nails scraped down his back, his fingers digging into her thighs, their voices a mess of panting and desperate whimpers. The sheer audacity of it all upsets my stomach. Scattered across the floor, empty bottles of champagne and red wine lay discarded. Their clothes lay in a crumpled heap, completely useless. A half-empty glass of red wine sat still on the nightstand, the deep red liquid inside looking like blood. A slow drip of melted ice pooled beneath it, soaking into the expensive wood, much like my sanity soaking into the floor
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I stood there, frozen, as Romona swirled the champagne in her glass, and Declan leaned against the wall with that smug, bored look on his face. I couldn’t breathe. My stomach twisted painfully, my heart thudding in my chest. I wanted to scream, wanted to throw something, anything, at them, but my body refused to cooperate. This was it. This was my life now. A lie. “What do you mean?”My voice came out hoarse, like I’d been screaming for hours. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking from the amount of rage bottled up.“What do you mean the contract is worthless?”Declan rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by my lack of comprehension. “Oh, for God’s sake, Lyla. Haven’t you been listening?”I shook my head so hard I probably looked possessed. "No. I have." I stopped, sucking in a shaky breath, mentally begging myself not to lose my shit. "I’m just surprised by the amount of bullshit you can spat all at once." Declan let out a cold, amused chuckle. Yeah, laugh it up, asshole but I wasn’t
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CEDRIC’S POV“One… two… three…Four…” A burst of giggles echoed through the condo as two sets of tiny feet scampered away against the hardwood floors. I kept my hands over my eyes, counting slow, dragging it out just to make them sweat a little. “Five…Six…Seven…Eight” A thump. A muffled whisper. More giggles. I smirked. “Nine…Ten…” I dropped my hands and turned, scanning the room. “Alright, little troublemakers,” I said, stepping forward. “Let’s see where you think you can hide from me.” Silence. Lexi and Aria were good at this game. Too good. If I didn’t know better, I’d think Dominic had been secretly training them in stealth like tiny assassins. I moved through the living room area, eyes sweeping across the room. The couch was a decent hiding spot, but these two weren’t amateurs. No tiny feet sticking out, no shifting cushions. The curtains were another possibility. They pooled slightly at the bottom, just enough to hide two small figures if they scrunched up t
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We slipped inside one after the other, making sure the door clicked shut quietly behind us. The inside was… not what I expected. The Alvadores were all about flaunting their wealth—big houses, flashy cars, everything screaming, Look at me, I’m rich. I figured this place would be the same—over-the-top, too much. But it wasn’t. It looked expensive, I had to admit, but in a way that spoke of quality rather than excess. The living room was bathed in soft beige, the dark wood floors polished to a gleam, like they’d been buffed just yesterday. The lighting cast a warm glow, making the space feel inviting, almost as if the room itself was wrapping around you. Real Persian rugs. Handcrafted wood beams stretching across the ceiling. Oversized leather furniture arranged just right, like a designer had orchestrated the setup. A crackling fireplace in the corner, adding to the coziness. Our target wasn’t like the rest of the Alvadores—at least not in how they spent their wealth. But ju
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HIS BROKEN PLAYTHING Chapter 30
LYLA POV Sharp whispers pulled me from my deep sleep. My eyelids felt heavy, and a migraine started to kick in. But I could still make out the sound of two girls bickering back and forth. "I'm telling you, we should leave! Mama said not to bother her," one of them whispered urgently. Her voice was softer, nervous. "And I'm telling you, if we leave now and she wakes up alone, we'll be in bigger trouble!" the other shot back, stubbornly, I managed to pry my eyes open, squinting against the pale light seeping through the curtains. At the foot of the bed sat two little girls. They looked exactly the same from head to toe—round faces, messy brown hair falling to their shoulders, and expressions that mirrored each other in a strangely cute way. The only differences were the colors of their dresses and their eyes. One had bright amber eyes, almost like Cathy's, and wore a green sundress with tiny white flowers. The other had light blue eyes that reminded me of clear skies, dre
HIS BROKEN PLAYTHING Chapter 29
CEDRIC POV The meeting with Alec dragged on way longer than it should have. Cathy got back to finding me and Alec still arguing about how to handle the illegal organ buyers. It wasn’t something new between me and Alec. We never did see eye to eye. I was the blunt, straightforward type, the kind who dealt with problems quickly and left no room for loose ends. Alec, though? She liked mind games, dragging things out, playing the diplomatic route to gain control. It was exhausting to say the least.We were the opposite of eachother but worked so well non the less.Business with Alec never wrapped up smoothly. She had a knack for stretching out what should’ve been quick discussions, pissing the shit out of me. Cathy took the initiative to handle the list of organ buyers we got from Rafael. I didn’t have to worry—she always got answers in the most terrifying way possible. By the time someone thought to lie, she’d already torn them apart. Meanwhile, Alec kept ranting about the shipment
HIS BROKEN PLAYTHING Chapter 28
The evening passed in a blur, the silence of my new reality stretching uncomfortably. I spent most of it sitting on the bed, staring at the walls, half-expecting to wake up and realize this was all just a nightmare. My mind spun, grasping at any possible way out, but every thought led to the same dead end—I was trapped. I had no idea how long I sat there before a knock stopped my train thoughts. The door creaked open, and Bella stepped inside. "It's time for your bath," she said, her voice polite but firm. "And we need to change your head bandage." I stood up slowly, my muscles stiff from being motionless for so long. "Where’s the bathroom? I can handle it," I muttered, already walking toward the door. Bella tilted her head slightly, as if she had expected my response. "I'm here to attend to all your needs, so I'll be doing the cleaning and changing." I blinked at her. Did I hear that right? "I can bathe myself," I said, sharper this time. "I know. But it's my jo
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Lyla’s POVThe door shut softly behind me, and I stood there for a second, trying to catch my breath. I had no idea where to go, no idea what to do next. All I could feel was the cold air in the hallway, the same coldness that had been in his office.Cathy walked ahead of me, her steps quick and steady. I struggled to keep up, my feet aching with every step. It felt like she was miles ahead, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t catch up. Finally, Cathy stopped and turned around, noticing how much I was struggling. She waited for me to get closer before starting to walk again, this time slower, matching my pace.Every step down the long hallway echoed in my ears. My arms were still wrapped around myself, my fingers gripping the fabric of my sleeves so tightly that my knuckles ached. I didn’t know how I was still standing. I should have collapsed back there. I should have screamed, fought, or maybe faked something. But all I did was nod and obey. Because I was scared. Because he w
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Lyla’s POV I swallowed, but my throat felt dry, and the lump wouldn’t go away. My whole body went stiff, frozen in place by his touch. Cedric's hand on my chin wasn’t rough—firm, but not rough. His thumb rested just under my jaw, forcing me to tilt my head up, making me look at him. I didn’t want to. I wanted to look at the floor, at the walls—anywhere but him. But I couldn’t. His gray eyes were locked onto mine, unreadable, cold, terrifying. But at the same time… mesmerizing. Like something from a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from, but you couldn’t look away either. My intrusive thoughts screamed at me— ‘don’t move’. They blared louder than my heartbeat, warning me that this man was as dangerous as his gaze. If I moved even a little, he could break my neck as easily as snapping a twig. One small twist and that would be it. The thought made it hard to breathe, tightening around me until it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. “Am I clear, little doll?” H
HIS BROKEN PLAYTHING Chapter 25
Cedric’s POV Long before I ever set foot in Philadelphia, long before my siblings and I managed to escape our father’s control, there was my mother. She had this obsession with porcelain dolls—beautiful, delicate little things to the point she became a hoarder. Having a specific room to keep all her collection. My mother wasn’t strong. After giving birth to Catherine, she lost the ability to walk. My father, as usual, didn’t care, always left her locked away in her room. With nothing else to focus on, she started making these dolls. I remember the way she smiled every time she finished painting one. She would show them to me every time I visited, and no matter how tired she looked, she’d beam like she had just done something amazing. Alec used to think they were creepy, and Mia didn’t really think much of them. But to me, they were beautiful, fragile little things. And oddly, there was this strange excitement that built inside me every time I touched them, the urge to want to
HIS BROKEN PLAYTHING Chapter 24
I’m frozen in place, staring up at the woman who’s holding my face. Her touch is soft, almost gentle, but there’s something in her amber eyes that makes my stomach twist. She’s studying me, like she’s trying to figure me out, and that unsettling feeling grows stronger by the second. She wipes away the tears still clinging to my cheek with her rough finger but her grip never loosens. I need to run. I need to get the hell out of here. But my body won’t listen. My legs feel like jelly, my hands won’t stop shaking, and my chest is so tight I can barely breathe. The weight of everything held me petrified on the spot.The woman tilts her head slightly, her gaze locked onto mine. “You’re trembling,” she murmurs, her voice soft but focused as she looks me over. She tilts my head slightly, her fingers brushing over my temple.“Your head injury looks okay,” she says, checking for any swelling. Her hands move down, gently pressing along my shoulders, then my arms, as if making sure nothin
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LYLA’S POVSomething’s off. I feel it before I even open my eyes.The air around me carried the scent of leather, faint cologne, and something smoky—like an expensive cigar had burned out hours ago. This isn’t my vanilla butterscotch bedroom. That thought alone is enough to shake me fully awake. My eyelids felt heavy, my head pulsing with a persistent ache and my body seems to have a mind of its own.But I force my blurry eyes to focus. The first thing I see is the ceiling. High, vaulted, with intricate gold trim running along its edges. A chandelier hangs above me, its crystals catching what little light coming from the opened window. Not mine. I shift, and the softest whisper of fabric reaches my ears. Silk sheets covering the bed underneath me. It’s massive. The mattress plushed enough to swallow me whole. Then covered in blankets that feel like they belong in a five-star hotel. Not mine either.The room itself has dark toned walls, heavy velvet curtains, and furnit
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Rafael broke the silence first. His voice was steady. He didn’t look rattled, just assessing the situation. "How do you know who I am?" His eyes flickered slightly out of share curiosity. "And what the hell do you want?" I leaned back, arms crossed, watching the cracks form in his calm facade. The fact that he was asking questions meant one thing—I had his attention. "Not the right questions, Rafael, but I’ll bite.” I said, smirking. “I’m the guy you owe a lot of money to." Rafael didn’t flinch. "Which one?" That made me chuckle. Now he had my attention. "There’s more of us?" "A couple. It’s hard rebuilding after staging a coup d'etat against your own brother." He stood up, walked to the bar in the far corner of the living room, grabbed two glasses and a bottle of Royal Vintage wine. Setting them on the table, he poured me a glass and slid it forward. I eyed him, then the drink. "Poison isn’t my specialty," he said. I took a sip. Rich and Smooth for somethi
