The sharp sting in my wrist reverberated as I clutched it to my chest, glaring up at Nicolai. His smirk was infuriating, and his dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. But I wasn't going to let him see my fear—not again."You’re wrong," I spat, my voice steady despite the tremor threatening to break through. "I’m not yours. Not anymore."He leaned in, so close I could feel his breath against my face. "You’ll realize soon enough, Amethyst. You belong to me. Always have. Always will." His tone was low, almost a whisper, but the venom in his words was unmistakable.The car jolted as it turned sharply, and I used the momentary imbalance to push against him with all my strength. Nicolai stumbled back slightly, his grip loosening just enough for me to lunge for the door handle. My heart raced as I yanked at it, desperate for an escape, but it didn’t budge. Child locks. Of course."You didn’t think I’d make it that easy, did you?" Nicolai taunted, his voice calm despite the chaos in the confi
Nicolai’s smirk returned, but it was tinged with something cruel, something that made the air in the room feel heavier. He moved closer, his presence suffocating, until he stood mere inches from me. “You still think this is a negotiation, don’t you?” he said, his voice low and mocking. “That you have some kind of choice. But let me show you just how wrong you are.”Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward the center of the room. I stumbled, barely catching myself as he dragged me to a small table I hadn’t noticed before. On it sat a sleek black device—unassuming at first glance, but the red light blinking steadily on its surface told me it was anything but ordinary.My blood ran cold.“What... what is that?” I asked, my voice faltering for the first time.Nicolai’s smile widened, predatory and triumphant. “This,” he said, gesturing to the device, “is the key to your compliance.”He pressed a button on the side, and a small screen lit up, displaying a digital map
Nicolai's words echoed in my mind like a constant drumbeat, each syllable reminding me of the precarious position I was in. The bomb, the ring, the wedding—everything felt like a twisted game he was playing with me, and I was caught in the middle. But beneath it all, a fire still burned in me, refusing to be extinguished.As Nicolai went on, detailing every intricate aspect of the wedding plans, I forced myself to focus. His voice became a hum in the background as my thoughts began to shift inward. I couldn't let him think he'd won. Not yet.He paused, waiting for me to respond to something he had said. I snapped back to reality. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked, feigning distraction.He frowned, his sharp gaze assessing me. "Are you even listening, Amethyst?" His tone was suddenly colder, suspicion creeping into his voice."Of course," I replied, offering a strained smile. "I just... I'm trying to imagine everything. It sounds perfect." The words felt like acid on my tongue, but I forced t
Sitting in the lavish living room, I felt a deep sense of unease. The high ceilings, elegant chandeliers, and pristine white sofas were supposed to be a testament to my perfect life with Gideon. But today, they felt like a hollow shell—a gilded cage trapping me inside a life I no longer recognized.Across from me, my stepsister, Alexa, sipped her tea, oblivious to the storm brewing in my mind. She had come over earlier, asking for financial support for our parents, something I’d always provided without question.“Amy, are you okay?” Alexa’s voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. “It’s Gideon.” I replied.“What do you mean?” Alexa asked, her brow furrowing.I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. “He’s been different lately. He’s coming home late, always with some excuse. Business trips that last longer than they should, meetings that run late into the night. And when he’s home, it’s like he’s not really here. We barely talk anymore.”Alexa listened intent
"You are under arrest for a case of qualified theft," the police officer said as he pulled my hands behind my back.As the cold metal of the handcuffs clicked shut around my wrists, I felt as though the entire world was crashing down around me. My heart raced, and my mind spun in disbelief. The officers’ voices were muffled, drowned out by the roaring in my ears as I struggled to comprehend what was happening.“What? Qualified theft? This is a mistake!” I protested, panic lacing my words. I turned to Gideon, desperately searching for some sign of support, some indication that this was all a horrible misunderstanding.But Gideon’s expression remained impassive, almost bored. Alexa stood beside him, her arms crossed and a smirk still tugging at the corners of her lips. She was enjoying this—relishing every second of my downfall.“This is absurd!” I shouted, trying to pull away from the officers, but their grip was firm. “I haven’t stolen anything! This is all wrong!”One of the officers
Alexa’s lips curved into a sneer as she stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over me with an air of condescension. “Oh, I saw plenty,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery.“I saw you destroy everything you had—your marriage, your reputation. And now, look at you. Just a pathetic shell of what you used to be.”The sheer contempt in her voice was a knife to my heart. I could barely contain my rage.“You think you’re so much better, don’t you?” I spat, my fists clenching at my sides.“You’ve been having an affair with my husband. You’re the one who should be behind bars, not me!”Alexa’s laughter was cold and unfeeling.“Gideon and I are quite happy, thank you very much. But don’t worry, Amy. The world doesn’t care about your side of the story. It only cares about what they see.”My frustration bubbled over, and I took a step toward her, my hands trembling with anger.“You think this is a joke? You’re ruining my life!”Before I could reach her, the police officers stepped in, restrai
I was led into the room, my heart racing with a mix of anger and confusion. The sight of Gideon, so composed and unaffected, made me clench my fists, the pain from the previous night's altercation still fresh. The officers left, closing the door behind them, leaving Gideon and me alone.“Gideon,” I said, my voice trembling with a mix of rage and desperation.“Why are you here? After everything, you have the nerve to show up?”Gideon’s gaze remained steady, his eyes cold and unfeeling.“I’m here to finalize a few things, Amy,” he said, his tone flat and devoid of any empathy. He placed a folder on the table between us, sliding it toward me with deliberate precision.I looked at the folder, my breath catching as I saw the word “Divorce” emblazoned across the top of the document.“Is this some kind of joke?” I asked, my voice cracking. “You’re here to divorce me while I’m locked up?”“It’s no joke,” Gideon said, his expression unwavering. “You’ve made your choices, Amy. This is just a fo
The woman’s eyes, a sharp contrast to the tired lines of her face, shone with a deep, penetrating sadness.“You must be... I mean, I have waited a long time to finally meet you.”I felt a shiver run down my spine. Her words were too loaded with meaning, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was about to uncover a truth that would shatter my already fractured world.“My name is Eleanor,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m your grandmother.”The air seemed to grow thicker, heavier, as she reached into a worn, leather bag and pulled out several photographs. She laid them carefully on the small table between us. The first was a picture of me as a baby, cradled in the arms of a woman I did not recognize. Beside it was a photograph of my father, younger but unmistakably familiar.I stared at the pictures, my mind struggling to piece together the fragments of the story Eleanor was about to reveal. The confusion and fear must have been visible on my face because Eleanor’s eyes sof
Nicolai's words echoed in my mind like a constant drumbeat, each syllable reminding me of the precarious position I was in. The bomb, the ring, the wedding—everything felt like a twisted game he was playing with me, and I was caught in the middle. But beneath it all, a fire still burned in me, refusing to be extinguished.As Nicolai went on, detailing every intricate aspect of the wedding plans, I forced myself to focus. His voice became a hum in the background as my thoughts began to shift inward. I couldn't let him think he'd won. Not yet.He paused, waiting for me to respond to something he had said. I snapped back to reality. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked, feigning distraction.He frowned, his sharp gaze assessing me. "Are you even listening, Amethyst?" His tone was suddenly colder, suspicion creeping into his voice."Of course," I replied, offering a strained smile. "I just... I'm trying to imagine everything. It sounds perfect." The words felt like acid on my tongue, but I forced t
Nicolai’s smirk returned, but it was tinged with something cruel, something that made the air in the room feel heavier. He moved closer, his presence suffocating, until he stood mere inches from me. “You still think this is a negotiation, don’t you?” he said, his voice low and mocking. “That you have some kind of choice. But let me show you just how wrong you are.”Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward the center of the room. I stumbled, barely catching myself as he dragged me to a small table I hadn’t noticed before. On it sat a sleek black device—unassuming at first glance, but the red light blinking steadily on its surface told me it was anything but ordinary.My blood ran cold.“What... what is that?” I asked, my voice faltering for the first time.Nicolai’s smile widened, predatory and triumphant. “This,” he said, gesturing to the device, “is the key to your compliance.”He pressed a button on the side, and a small screen lit up, displaying a digital map
The sharp sting in my wrist reverberated as I clutched it to my chest, glaring up at Nicolai. His smirk was infuriating, and his dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. But I wasn't going to let him see my fear—not again."You’re wrong," I spat, my voice steady despite the tremor threatening to break through. "I’m not yours. Not anymore."He leaned in, so close I could feel his breath against my face. "You’ll realize soon enough, Amethyst. You belong to me. Always have. Always will." His tone was low, almost a whisper, but the venom in his words was unmistakable.The car jolted as it turned sharply, and I used the momentary imbalance to push against him with all my strength. Nicolai stumbled back slightly, his grip loosening just enough for me to lunge for the door handle. My heart raced as I yanked at it, desperate for an escape, but it didn’t budge. Child locks. Of course."You didn’t think I’d make it that easy, did you?" Nicolai taunted, his voice calm despite the chaos in the confi
The sharp pressure of Nicolai's hand around my waist was suffocating, as though his grip was the only thing holding me to the world. I felt the panic clawing at my chest, but I forced myself to breathe steadily. There had to be a way out. I couldn’t let him drag me back into his hell.As we stood there in the middle of my office, the sound of footsteps echoed faintly outside, but no one seemed to notice the tension thickening the air. Nicolai’s eyes locked onto mine with that same unsettling intensity, the familiar mixture of possessiveness and danger swirling in his gaze."You’re not going anywhere," he growled, his voice dangerously soft. "I’ve already taken care of the people outside. No one will know you’re missing. Not until I’m ready for them to."A cold shiver ran down my spine. How did he do this? How did he always manage to control every situation, every person around him? I could feel the anger and helplessness bubbling within me, but I needed to think. I couldn’t just let h
I gripped the phone tighter, my pulse racing as Nicolai's words echoed in my ears. "You think you can walk away from me? From us? You think you can just erase everything we've been through? No, Amethyst, you're not done until I say you are."I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "I don't owe you anything anymore, Nicolai. You had your chance, and you lost me. This is over."There was a long silence on the other end of the line, and for a moment, I thought the call had ended. But then Nicolai's voice returned, low and dangerous."You don't get to decide that, Amethyst. You're mine. And I'll remind you just how much you're mine."The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, as though he was already close, watching, waiting. I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination, but I could have sworn I heard the faintest rustle on the other side of the phone, like the sound of a door opening.Before I could respond, the call a
Days passed, each one slipping by in a blur of activity and emotions I couldn’t seem to shake. It was as though the weight of the past hung over me, suffocating at times, but the presence of Gideon beside me provided a semblance of stability.Yet even his reassuring presence couldn’t erase the constant unease gnawing at the edges of my thoughts. Nicolai’s shadow still loomed large in my life, and I knew that my decision to walk away from him hadn’t gone unnoticed. I spent those days trying to ignore the anxiety that tugged at my heart, trying to convince myself that everything was fine, that the past was behind me. But the reality of what I’d left behind was too real to ignore. Nicolai wasn’t the kind of man who let people walk away from him without consequences.I was standing on the balcony one evening, the cool breeze brushing my face, when Victoria—my ever-vigilant assistant and best friend—came to join me. Her face was etched with concern, and she didn’t need to ask to know what
The following days felt like a delicate dance—one where I was constantly aware of the fragile balance between what I wanted to believe and the lingering doubts that gnawed at the edges of my thoughts. Each moment with Gideon felt like a small victory, but the weight of Nicolai’s threat still loomed over us, unspoken yet present in the quiet spaces between our words.Gideon’s presence grounded me, and I found myself leaning on him more than I thought I ever would. But beneath the comfort, I couldn’t shake the nagging fear that Nicolai was still out there, a shadow hanging over everything, threatening to destroy it all. Nicolai wasn’t a man who took kindly to betrayal or failure. The moment I’d left him, the moment I’d walked away, I knew he wouldn’t just let it go. I wasn’t sure how, but I knew that he would find a way to make me pay.On one particularly cold evening, as the sun dipped low and the sky bled into hues of purple and gold, I found myself once again on the balcony, wrapped
The days that followed were a delicate balance of old habits and new emotions, a quiet dance between familiarity and the tentative trust that had begun to grow between us. Gideon’s presence was steady, unassuming, yet it grounded me in ways I hadn’t expected. It wasn’t just the words he’d spoken or the kiss we’d shared—it was the way he existed in my space without demanding anything more than what I could give.Still, my mind raced when I was alone, questions swirling in the silence of the night. Could I really let my guard down? Could I trust someone again, after everything that had happened? The answers weren’t clear, but I found myself drawn to him in ways that scared and soothed me all at once.On a brisk evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in shades of amber and violet, I found myself on the balcony, wrapped in a blanket. The cool air nipped at my skin, but it was refreshing, a reminder that the world kept moving forward no matter how tangled my thoug
The days following Marta’s departure had a certain stillness to them. The absence of her steady presence was more noticeable than I expected, leaving the house quieter, the air a bit heavier. But Gideon remained, a constant in a sea of change. He didn’t press me for details or expect me to open up more than I was ready to. He just... was, and that was more than I ever thought I needed.One evening, a week after Marta had left, we sat together by the fire in the living room, the flames flickering lazily against the stone hearth. The crackling sounds of the fire seemed to fill the space between us, a comfortable background to the quiet that had settled over us. Gideon was seated beside me, our knees brushing slightly, though neither of us acknowledged it.I had been reading a book, but my thoughts kept wandering. Something about the way Gideon had looked at me that morning, after Marta’s departure, had been different. There was a warmth in his gaze, a soft patience, as if he was letting