I've wanted to know where it all started for a long time. Where did we first meet, and what have I done to make him obsess over me like this.I never remember him at all, I never felt that I had ever seen him in my life. I didn't even know he was alive when I met him at the cafe. And since then I never thought there was a man like this. So madly in love with stalking me and painting me with all his wild thoughts. And all that..Until now I still can't believe that there is a man who is obsessed with me. I mean, I don't have anything special apart from being born in a well-respected family and falling into the 'old money' category. I'm not sure if anyone looks at me more than Rhysand, and Jordan looks at me. I'm not pretty either, and not smart. I've never stood out, and rafaella who has it all : famous, beautiful, charming, and smart. I was always behind her, being her shadow.And a little fear overtook me. What if it wasn't me all along? What if it wasn't me that Rhysand found years
"You're so amazing with your bob, and bangs that almost reach your eyebrows. Such a great cut, and adorable." he chuckles into my stomach, his voice so jolly and distinct. Like he really likes it and lives with it.I'm completely different. I growled in annoyance at that. It was such a crazy haircut, Rafaella cut it while I was crying, and told me everything that happened to me and Kevin. How I hated that man, and never wanted to see him again. I'm a little stressed and traumatized because of what Kevin has done to me, and I'm always doing something to just lighten my shoulders. I cut my hair. A little or a lot. It didn't do much, but it helped me release the pressure that was on my head.The hair on my ends is like a vessel for all the negative energy and I always feel relieved when it is removed. Unfortunately, Rafaella is too excited, and perfunctory. That was the first and the last time she helped me cut my hair because she traumatized me, and made me into an embarrassing high sch
Things happened after that. I asked for nothing more than to accept whatever Rhysand was doing to me, letting myself sink once more into his touch, until my stomach screamed to be filled, and then he stop and let me enjoying my time alone.I ate the two large chicken sandwiches that were in front of me slowly. I chose to eat this on the side terrace, this beautiful spot is my favorite. This food wasn't Rhysand's cooking, to be sure, he couldn't make anything other than milk and cereal at all, so it was probably Elisabeth who made this. Thinking about it makes me a little relieved that at least I have friends here.Rhysand was doing his thing in his office, and I wasn't tempted just to annoy him. I already have a lot of things bothering my skin. All about what he just told me. It's all weird, and doesn't make any sense, but even so I'm not denying that it's a lie. I met him when I was in high school. And if only I could predict the future, I would kick him even harder, ask for stronger
I wanted to find peace, but that seemed impossible because a few minutes after I came out the door of the courtyard wall and part of the forest. I had quite entered the pine tree forest when he called out to me. I was still enjoying the scene in front of me that felt like a fairy tale world, so I just stood there, and stayed still, not wanting to take a step towards it.I just turned around, and looked at him who was walking towards me with long strides but not running. The hem of the mantle he was wearing fluttered against the gentle winter wind."What are you doing?" he asked, when he came to me, his face hard and otherwise calm. His tone also came out calm, and low."Escape from here, or jump off the cliff I'll find later." I replied, sarcasm."You can't.""I know." I heaved a tired sigh. "I just want to get some air, and come home when I'm hungry. You don't have to worry. I'm not stupid enough to run away from here. Or you." I explained to him, with passionate feelings, of course.
Silence greeted for a few seconds after the words left him.I couldn't take my eyes off whatever was on his face. His expression was so deep and made something inside me vibrate in an unnatural way. There was something in his eyes that wasn't gentleness or something that should be taken from a man who had just confessed his feelings. It's so wild, and consuming. Like he was telling me that he wanted me to be tied to his bed all day, if I could, and would burn everything that stood between me and him. His eyes were full of possessiveness, full of territoriality, full of evil things, and something naughty and sexy.I squirmed, and was distracted as the vibrations in my heart intensified. I don't know how I can still stand when my knees are so weak, and I don't know how I can forget everything. The terrible things he's done to take me, and his obsession.It was disturbing, and terrifying, it should have been, but instead I found myself shaking with desire, and my heart burning. I really
"But she won't worry, will she? Don't you want that? For everyone worrying about you out there to know you're okay in here." Xavier's voice came while my head was busy cursing him, and his friend.I snorted. "Yes, of course. Thanks for your help."Xavier laughed. "So what exactly do you want Amanda? Ask her for help? I'm not sure she can do that for you."She can't help me alone, but she can tell my family where I am, and then they will find me. But, well, contacting Gabriella through Xavier is something I can't go through. He's just playing with me. Somewhere he's going to tell Rhysand what I did. Rhysand wouldn't like it, and he might just lock me in here forever."I want you to go. Leave me alone." I said, throwing the napkin with a bit of a bang on the table. He didn't bother to hide his amused expression. Irritating. Maxel is better than him."Fine, if that's what you want, Princess. I'm sure you'd prefer your prince to accompany you now."I looked away, and did nothing as he lef
"What have you done to men who want to approach me?" I asked, my head resting on his bare chest, hearing his heart beating loudly but still in a calm rhythm. My fingers tracing the traces of tattoos on his chest, and hands. One of his hands hugs my waist, his fingers stroking my naked back with a caress so soft and calming me while sending obscene vibrations.We were still in the theater making love while the fucking rom-com was playing, and then stopped when it was over. Now Star Wars films that grace the screen, his favorite film."Who's telling you?" his voice was filled with astonishment, and I could tell that his brow was furrowed at this moment."Your friend.""Maxel.""Well, who else? Looks like your other friends are jerks enough to just talk to me."His chest shook as he chuckled. "Well, Xavier sure sucks."I was instantly smitten about Xavier de Luca. The second mysterious man besides Rhysand. "Is he really that billionaire descendant of Italy? De Luca?"Rhysand muttered in
"Rhys." I started to lift my face again, but Rhysand held me by the nape of my neck and made me lean back on his chest."Fine, fine, just.. there were some difficulties.""And you didn't tell me anything?" I said with a little annoyance and anger that controlled my chest.God, I did all of this—to be in his arms, and to be in his cage—for Renne. Investigating everything, and then freeing Renne from the possibility of the hunt that would come back to her, but instead I was spinning in my thoughts and my own suffering without thinking about what would happen to Renne, whatever process followed Renne's investigation and protection against her.I should have thought of Renne instead of myself. And when what happened to her is over, I can only save myself. I was so selfish, and it made my chest hot from the pressure that enveloped me."I didn't say anything to you because I didn't want to make you even more depressed or sad. I didn't want to make you more stressed and frustrated, Princess.
Rhysand. I caressed her face, amazed at how soft her skin was, and how it would still be beautiful even when she fell asleep with her mouth open and her hair messy.I planted a kiss on his forehead, stroking the enlarged belly, containing our two children. Something lit up inside me. Happiness and many more thrilling feelings that make me always kneel in front of her.I kissed her again, kissing her face with light kisses, and biting her cheek which were more chubby than before.Cute.She writhes under me, grunting when her sleep is disturbed. Her hand pushed my face away, I chuckled."Stay away from me, Rhys. I still want to sleep." Her scolding comes back, and butterflies fly in my chest when I feel that this is real. That she was already in my arms and no one would be able to take her away from me. Even her my famlily, and my family.I put my face on her neck, sipping on the skin of her neck, inhaling the scent that will never bore me. "I love you." The words just came out.She sh
Rafaella isn't much different from our dad, I spent the afternoon listening to her talk about how I should divorce him, raise my two kids with them instead of Rhysand, saying that Rhysand was a bad influence on our kids.I never paid any attention to her. Never bothered about her, I never even filled it into my mind. All I did was hear her, and make a face that I didn't care about what she said. She left when she got tired of lecturing me.Rafaella can be a supportive sibling, and so can I, but she can be a bitch sometimes and always brings something up, whatever she does is keep me wrong, and makes me the coward of all. I know that it's in her nature, but now I can't take it anymore. I was just trying to put my real face on, and tell her that I never heard any of the lectures she gave.I never got any support from her, all she did was blame me and say that everything happened because of me. I did feel it was a mistake, that I should have stayed away from Rhysand. But I have never reg
Rhodes, Greece, Two Months Later.Silence.Quiet.Silent.Empty.Empty.I leaned myself on the small green sofa bed on the balcony. Staring at the beautiful scenery in front of me. Beautiful Lindos beach, and some small kayaks that reach almost the middle of the beach. I put my pregnancy book on top of my stomach which was protruding more than it should. I know that because I'm carrying two babies, and Rafaella often looks at my belly in horror. I don't feel bad about it. Pride and happiness seep into my chest. Realizing that I will be a mother soon.On the other hand the emptiness and silence still surrounds my heart. Shadows and hopes for someone to be by my side to be with me, and face this together. I knew that I was too naive, too hopeful that he would come to me, and take me home. That he would do everything for us. But I'm sure he will. I can't deny how crazy he is and how he could do anything for me. I've been in that position before, and I underestimate his love if I dare to
Seven years later.I leaned back in my chair after finishing chatting with business colleagues who happened to stop me and engage me in conversation with so much nonsense.I took a sip of wine, putting my hands in the pockets of my formal trousers, looking at a woman sitting with her family. There were two women with the same face, and I didn't have to bother to tell which was the other and which was the woman I had been obsessed with for the past seven years.Amanda Dimitriou.Yeah, I've fallen that deep for her. There wasn't a day I spent without watching her from afar until I could even recognize her from a hundred meters away. If she only knew what I've done—how many people's blood I've spilled just because of that about her .. would she have run away?Well, of course yes. Do i care? No. The thing Amanda should know is that she can't run away from me when I come to claim her later.I've already made a plan. Did something to her : got her wasted tonight, stole her, and then brought
It's all fun, and feels so fast.Feels hazy, and so satisfying until I wake up in the morning. Sitting myself on the bed of a two hundred thousand dollar hotel room, staring at the messy bed room. Someone messed up this room last night, and I know it was me. Well, I was drunk, which I never do anymore. I have a high tolerance for alcohol, and I never want to make myself vulnerable in a crowd. I would choose to get drunk in my own room, and then face a headache the next day.Exception for tonight. It's like I'm back in my early puberty : high on alcohol, and then finding a different woman every weekend sleeping in the same bed as me. Naked, of course. I've rarely done that, at least I've never done it in a high state and then forgot the safeguard I always use. I wouldn't take such a risk while I was having conscientious sex, and relief washed over me to see the ripped condom packaging on the floor.I believe my hangover came from exhaustion after having fun and exploring five countries
I realized that I was twenty-two years old, and I had graduated from a business school in New York.It's really an extraordinary thing, and on the other hand it's so annoying.I wanted to grow up, to be able to do something wild, to have more power for it, to be free and then to die with satisfaction. On the other hand I realized that I would never be free from anything. There is a great responsibility that is tightly tied around my neck, and there are many hopes that rest on my shoulders.My grandfather from my father side, and my grandfather from my mother side—they all expected me to become the successor to the business empire they had worked so hard to build themselves.I always thought that if I deserved it all, I had enough self-confidence to make it. More than that, I love them, cherish them. Well, even though I hate their children, I love the parents who gave birth to them. Those two middle-aged couples replaced the love that Bellva and I should have received from two selfish
I don't trust other people.They are fickle, prone to errors, and don't know what they are doing often.They are useless, tasteless, and should not pollute the air with their breath. The disdain I have for these people has been ingrained in me ever since I grew up from the small child phase and gradually discovered what the world is all about.I don't believe in the chance system either. People don't get two or three chances with me. One mistake and they're out.Forever.Anyone who crossed the line once would do it again if given the chance. It's the forbidden fruit, the gratification deferred, and the glorification sought. If they get one taste, they will be compelled to taste another.Then another. And one more.Until they are reduced to animals pursuing their basic needs.Giving them the chance to get close to the line, let alone cross it, is the personification of stupidity.My zero-tolerance policy might describe me as cold-blooded and heartless, but it was better than being labe
My blood rushed under my skin when I saw him.And those same green eyes as mine are adrift with me.His expression hardened, and he started walking towards me. I froze, not knowing what to do with his sudden presence."Are you all right, Amanda?"I shook my head.My heartbeat slowed down when my older brother had stopped right in front of me. That familiar musk scent came to my nose. His face hardened, and underneath it was the longing he had for me."Maven.""Amanda..." he said harshly. "You have no idea how much we flustered looking for you? How long we waited to meet you.""I'm fine." I said. I looked at Jade who was looking at us in confusion. "We'll talk for a bit. You don't need to worry, he's my brother."I know Jade already knows, but I just wanted to let her know that so there's no understanding at all. Jade nodded, and then left us.Maven catches the eye, and leads me to the other end of the room. Close to the exit."I'm fine. You don't need to worry, Maven." I gulped. "I'm
Husband and wife.I never thought that I would experience it so quickly. I didn't expect that my status had changed in two days. So short, and fast.A mother and a wife.My heart expands with happiness as I pull off this elaborate dress with Jade's help.He walked into the bedroom, and that was it.. it felt different and not different. He sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at me, with heat in his eyes, and a bright light in them. I drew closer to him. Stop, and stand between his legs. He hugged my waist, kissing my stomach that was under his shirt that I was wearing. I love wearing his t-shirt, I love his signature scent that never goes away, and it always makes me feel comfortable."I should take off your dress, Wife." he said.His other calls made me smile. Happiness exploded in my heart. "The dress is quite beautiful, and expensive. I will not let you mess it, husband."He looked up, his smile bright."Are you happy?" I stroked his face.He nodded. "Very happy."I sat astride hi