Cynthia Dion: "You want me to undress in front of everyone and the guards? What would I say to Mr. Holt, please? Tell me, don't you think it's wrong for people to ogle my body?" My frustration grew, and I began to raise my voice.I couldn't believe this was the same Atticus who would get angry and jealous if anyone dared to look at me with ill intentions, considering how protective he used to be."Not when they're around. Only when they're not at home," he sounded defensive too, "But if you're not comfortable with it, it's okay. You asked about my desires, and I shared them. I never said you had to do it, or that I'd leave you if you didn't," he shook his head in disbelief, causing me to calm down and nervously bite my lower lip."I thought my mate would appreciate it with me. I'm such a fool for getting into arguments with everyone and pretending I didn't see your messages, which led to Mr. Holt hurting my sister. I'm the only one fighting for us while you're busy cozying up to him,
Cynthia Dion: "Sure, let me know what you need," every time Mr. Holt left me money, I had some stashed away. I could get him a nice gift."I want something unique," he muttered, the passion and possessiveness in his gaze apparent in his eyes."You!" He said it in a rather rough voice."I already belong to you," I hesitantly replied, turning my head away. Just thinking about him and echoing his words made my cheeks turn red.He said, drawing a charming smile on his lips to make my heart skip a beat, "So that means I will get my gift today?"It was becoming odd, so I nervously joked, "I’m not sure what you exactly want.""I want you to come to my room with a cake in your hand, completely naked with only chocolate covering your nipples and pussy," he suddenly said, and I gasped and stepped back.I thought my cheeks would swell with shyness.He paused when he saw I wasn’t responding, "We two will be the only ones in the mansion, so I gu--,"I said with a real sense of well-being, "I will
Cynthia Dion: "What do you say, huh?" he asked again."Atticus? What are you saying?" I asked. He took a step back and videotaped me from head to toe, as I was surprised by his statement."Stop!" I swiftly covered my body with my one free hand after slapping his hand away."Don’t be shy; just come on, show us your body," He said."I know it’s your kink," his comment was harsh, which really caught me off guard. What was he talking about? It was his kink."Ahh!" When he squeezed my wrist tightly enough to uncover it from covering my body, I yelled."Oh, look how pink these are." He was speaking in the camera, pointing at my nipples as he refused to let me cover myself.This was enough for me; how could he betray me in such a way?"Atticus!" I forced him to put his phone down by slapping his hand."What the fuck!" He was clearly upset, and before he could say another word, I smacked him hard enough to make him stop.He grabbed my arms and stepped back so that we were in his room. That’s
Cynthia Dion:"No! no amount of humiliation is less for this bitch," Mara insisted. "I can't forgive her for the way she treated you and your family."I couldn't believe I had known her before. She was my friend; she was supposed to support me. I had confided in her about all my worries, including the unhappiness I felt living at my father's house. I had expressed my deep feelings for Atticus many times. Yet, despite knowing so much about me, she chose to deceive me and paint me as a terrible person who only stole mates."I didn't play anyone!" When I felt the need to defend myself, I shouted. Despite everything, including baring myself in front of the two of them, I couldn't protect myself from her attack because I was too overwhelmed."Ahhh!" She slapped me again, and this time I even bumped my head against the wall before letting out a cry of pain."Mara!" Atticus grabbed her arm and snarled angrily at her, his voice now filled with rage. "I can handle my own issues. I really mean
Cynthia Dion:When Mr. Holt returned to the room with a meal tray, I started to settle into bed."The doctor said you're weak, and we need to run some tests," he mentioned. He placed the tray in front of me and sat on the bed. There were some mixed emotions on his face that I couldn't quite grasp at the moment."I'm okay; that won't be necessary," I replied quietly, shaking my head at the thought. I truly felt fine; it was just that stress had taken a toll on both my physical and emotional well-being."It's just a blood test," he reassured me, then watched as I started to eat my food."I don't have an appetite right now," I explained, my reluctance to eat stemming from the association of food with the chocolate I had foolishly used on my body."Cynthia!" He urged me to hold the tortilla in my hands, encouraging me to stop behaving childishly."I think the whole Maleeka incident is causing you a lot of stress," he said with a reassuring smile, "Don't worry about her; I've talked to her
Cynthia Dion:"I didn't expect you to be so jumpy," he remarked, his gaze fixed on my face in the mirror's reflection."Yeah, I've been like that lately. Will Flora be there when we arrive today?" I asked, steering the conversation away from my previous slip-up and focusing on something else."Let's go. They're waiting for us at the breakfast table," he instructed, without addressing my question.He turned and left the room, and I didn't say anything in response.I was cautious not to say or do anything that might upset him, as I felt incapable of challenging or arguing with him.My heart sank before I even made eye contact with anyone when we arrived in the garden, where they were waiting for us.I felt vulnerable among them as the memories from yesterday rushed through my mind. I sat down next to Mr. Holt and concentrated on my hands."Here!" Atticus laughed rather mockingly as Mr. Holt set a glass of juice in front of me and said, "Drink this."His message suddenly appearing on the
Cynthia Dion: "Cynthia! Calm down," Mr. Holt intervened, positioning himself between us to defuse the situation. She was shaking from our encounter, and Mr. Holt was restraining me and keeping me away from her."What the heck!" I heard Atticus approaching his sister to comfort her, hugging her tightly to his chest. His eyes displayed a level of anger I had never seen before as he glared at me."How dare you even lay a hand on my sister?" The moment he pointed his finger in my face and said that, something inside me snapped."And your sister is free to treat me poorly whenever she pleases? After wishing me misery, she poured the liquid on my face. She can abuse me, but I can't defend myself?" I yelled right back at him. I didn't hold back, feeling a surge of power as I stared directly into his eyes. He appeared taken aback."Enough!" Mr. Holt said, gripping my arm and attempting to calm me down. "She's unwell now and doesn't understand what she's doing.""No, not me. I'm just saying s
Cynthia Dion: My body began to feel light as I headed back to my room. I was simply gliding on my own, expending no energy whatsoever."What on earth is happening to me?" I pondered as I shut the door forcefully behind me and rushed to the bathroom to freshen up and compose myself before I landed in a predicament I couldn't escape from."Ugh!" When I raised my face to scrutinize my reflection in the mirror after splashing water on it, I was taken aback.""My eyes turned crimson-red.A sudden knock on the door jolted me from my vacant gaze, causing me to briefly avert my eyes from my reflection. When I returned my gaze to the mirror, the redness in my eyes had mysteriously disappeared."Cynthia! Don't waste your time," Mr. Holt exclaimed, relentlessly pounding on the restroom door from outside. "There are many preparations to attend to."I emerged from the restroom, shaking my head at him for banging on the door so insistently. "I wasn't having a leisurely time in there."Mr. Holt, ap