To my surprise, my phone starts ringing, making my pulse quickened. It's an unknown number. Picking up the call, I fly the phone to my ear, and say, “Hello!”“Sit inside the car,” the voice comes from the other side. “Who's that?” I ask, cocking my brows.“Your soon to be husband… Mr. Ethan Wilson,” he says. “What the fuck is that? Are you giving me an order?” “No. I'm kidnapping you. You're unofficially kidnapped Miss Dubois,” he declares, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “What! I'm kidnapped. Are you out of your mind? You can't kidnap me. I won't sit inside the car,” I shout at him. “Emily was there with you in the park. Right? I'm sure you haven't seen her for a long time,” he says. My temples tense in worry. Yes! I was here with Emily. In my heartache I completely forgot about her. I should look for her.“Don't need to look for her, Belle. She's safe for now, but won't be for a long time if you don't sit inside the car now,” he states. My eyes widen, and my jaw dro
When I step into Ethan's penthouse along with Alex, Colin, and Sam, I'm immediately struck by its size, luxury, and elegance. The large windows give a breathtaking view of New York City, with skyscrapers glittering in the evening light. The living room is spacious, everything in dark or black colors, a sleek—black leather couch along with a glass coffee table. As I walk further in, I see Ethan cooking, in a kitchen with black appliances and a marble countertop with dark veining. Ethan's friends settle themselves on the dining table's seats. “Bro…sister-in-law is here,” Alex screams aloud. Why are they calling me sister-in-law? What nonsense!Ethan glances up into my eyes and gives a reassuring smile, but I roll my eyes. I can't stand this person for a single second, and I'm here at his penthouse now. What misery!“Sit down, Belle,” Ethan says, stepping around the dining table, placing the dishes he has cooked.“You kidnapped me. Why don't you tie me now?” I mock him. His jaw tighte
Ethan's phone begins to ring, pulling us back to reality. Leaving my hand, he steps away, reaching out for his phone, and walks inside the penthouse’s balcony, saying, “Yes, John, I'm at the penthouse. You can come up with all the files and documents.”What is he that he's asking for files and documents? An entrepreneur or what! Calming my heartbeats, I see my phone on the dining table. Reaching for my phone, I take steps inside the nearby room quietly, to call Aiden, so that I can inform him Ethan has kidnapped me unofficially. As soon as I enter the room, I shut the door and turn to the front. I sigh in relief that at least now I have privacy and my phone to call my boyfriend, but as I glance up, my mouth drops open wide. My eyes widen in fear. Tears well up in my eyes as I see my pictures on the walls. There's every single day's picture of mine, the day I stepped in New York City, my bangs hairstyle pictures which I had in 9th grade, the more pictures followed by 10th grade, 11t
“So, what do you want now?” I ask, gritting my teeth. “You can't cage me here in your fucking penthouse for your whole life. And if you think you can rape me, then let me tell you Mr. Wilson, I will kill myself but will never let you touch my body.”“If I would have really wanted to rape you, then you think…why did I not do it till now? Am I not strong? Or am I not smart?” saying that, he leans to me. “I could rape you in the dorm, maybe in the elevator that day, or maybe in the library also,” he whispers in my ear.Leaning back, he stares into my eyes, saying, “It will only take me two minutes to tear your clothes, tie you up, and fuck your every single hole—only two minutes.”Tears well up in my eyes as soon as I hear all his blurb. Pushing Ethan away, I bury my face in my palm, sobbing like a child. Only by hearing about it—is haunting me, if he truly does it, then I will surely die. Neither dad is here nor Aiden! How will I protect myself? I can't do anything with Ethan, but I ca
Enough drama for today. Now I just need to lay in my bed. “I'm going,” saying that, I turn and walk further to the door. “Let me drop you,” he insists. “No need to. I can take a taxi,” saying that, I open the door and step outside the room. Just then, as I walk further in, he takes a grip on my arm and turns me gently, embracing me in a tight hug, as if he never wants to let me go. “You always put others first. This time I want you to put yourself first. I need you safe and sound, Belle,” saying that his grip tightens even more around my body. “Please, take care of yourself.”Tears well up in my eyes, feeling touched by his words. His touch is soothing me somehow. My heart is saying that he genuinely cares about me, but my mind is saying something else, that it's all a trap. Who should I listen to? The only male I trust with all my heart is just my father. I don't trust any other male. He'll also hurt me—like others. He's showing this fake concern just for the sake of one night w
After releasing a decent amount of tears, I think of going outside the washroom. Lest people will start perceiving that I attempted suicide inside the washroom. I'm feeling like dying but somehow I am not giving up. Wiping my tears away, I gasp and manage to smile. Yes, a fake smile. As soon as I turn and open the door, I see Ethan. This guy never leaves me alone. He has taken an oath to follow me everywhere I go. Such an irritating person!I think of walking away, but then, my blood boils in anger, recalling the things he has done till date: stalking, hacking, and unofficial kidnapping. I was delightful in my relationship with Aiden, even when I was not in love, even when I was trying to convince myself that I love Aiden. At least I wasn't aware of all these things at that time. But now, because of this person I am aware of the fact that I don't love Aiden.I hate him more now. Why did he enter my life? Everything was going fine. Everything was normal. Even when Aiden manipulated me
After days of inner conflict and deep thinking, I have decided to meet Aiden and tell him about my ambition. I can't run away from this. He's my boyfriend. I have to face this. I need to tell him. Nothing bad will happen. He loves me, and he'll understand everything. I know it's not a piece of cake to handle Aiden's anger, but let's do this challenging task. Before stepping outside the dorm room, I stare at my reflection in the mirror as I tuck my black V-neck ribbed knit cardigan inside white high waisted trousers, pairing it with white sandal heels, and Chanel belt and bag. My long wavy dark brunette hair is looking ravish, reaching up to my hips. I wear my silver diamond pendant. As I apply strawberry lip balm, I suddenly recall memories of those days when I was new in New York. I had a bangs haircut back then in 9th grade, and Emily had a bob haircut. We were sitting in the cafeteria; I was applying my strawberry lip balm as I always apply every other hour. All of a sudden she a
“If there was some other girl at your place, I swear, I would have killed her, Belle, for saying such things about my father,” he growls, tightening his grip on my throat, but then he shoves me back, as his tears roll down on his cheeks. “You have already killed her,” I sob, as more tears stream down my face, my lips trembling from constant sobs. “Congratulations, Mr. Allen, you have killed Belle.”“What nonsense are you saying?” he barks. I try to stand still, and lean against the glass walls of his living room. My knees feel weak. I fall down, my back is touching the glass window. Tears might be falling from my eyes. I don't know. I am not feeling anything anymore, not even pain. I am numb. “You killed her. You killed Belle,” I am just repeating these words like a lullaby. Panic surges through my body. My body is shivering badly. I am unable to catch a breath.He kneels down in front of me, holding my arms, trying to soothe me, but that doesn't seem to work. His touch is not comf