"Son of a bitch!" Arla spat, her irritation at Liam's actions evident in her voice. "Ugh! What the hell is this?" she screamed, yanking at the cuffs that bound her. The metal shackles banged against each other, bruising her hands in the process. "I'll never give you what you want!" she declared, glaring at the closed door with defiance in her eyes.Liam, having left Arla in the locked room, stepped back into his study to find Vivian waiting for him. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his gaze sweeping over her from head to toe. Her hair was still wet from the water she'd doused on herself, and a towel hung around her shoulders. Liam remained silent, his eyes locked on her.Vivian, feeling uncomfortable under his scrutiny, stood up and approached him. "Why are you staring at me that way?" she asked, her brow furrowed."What way?" Liam replied, evading her question.Vivian's gaze flickered towards the door Liam had just emerged from, then back to him. "Where is she?" she inquired,
Arla stared into Liam's lust-filled eyes, her voice filled with uncertainty. "What are you doing? You can't mean now? I'm hungry. I haven't eaten yet, and I'm exhausted," she protested.Liam moved closer, retrieving a neatly washed and cut apple from a freezer in the room. He approached her once more. "Open your mouth," he commanded."But this won't feed me. Why can't we do this tomorrow?" Arla questioned, her tone pleading.Liam's grip tightened on her face. "I warned you not to disobey or question me. It seems you enjoy being disobedient," he said, a hint of danger in his voice. "And you will be punished.""Wait," Arla said quickly. "I... I will be obedient." She opened her mouth reluctantly, allowing Liam to feed her the apple slices while she remained cuffed to the bars.Once she finished, Liam placed his hands on her neck and kissed her passionately. His kiss felt as if he was going to consume her. When he finally pulled away, Arla stared into his eyes. "Can I make a request?" sh
As the morning sun cast a warm glow through the window, Arla slowly opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings. She realized she was in Liam's room, but he was nowhere to be found. Sitting up in bed, she ran her fingers through her hair and let out a deep sigh, leaning her back against the bed frame.Her mind drifted to the events of the previous day, an involuntary smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Arla emerged from Liam's bed, shedding the cozy covers and gently setting her feet on the cool marble floor. A sharp pain suddenly shot through her abdomen, causing her to wince and gasp softly. "He wasn't joking when he said I might have trouble walking," she mused, rubbing the tender spot as she recalled his passionate intensity from the night before.She wrapped her body in a plush robe, the soft fabric offering a comforting embrace as she stepped out of Liam's bedroom. Just as she entered the hallway, she collided with Vivian, who appeared to be heading in the direction of Lia
Arla strode towards the estate's main gate, meeting the security detail."Miss Arla," a guard spoke up. "We've been instructed by Mr. Liam to ensure your safety. Where are you going?"Arla scoffed. "I'm just going for a walk. It's boring inside."The guard persisted. "We must insist you tell Liam before leaving."Frustrated, Arla rolled her eyes. "Is everyone here this rude? Just open the gate and let me out!"The guards remained still. Realizing they wouldn't change their minds, Arla sighed and turned back. She noticed another gate, unguarded and unlocked. Glancing around, she took off her heels, held them in her hands, and quickly made her way to the gate.She hid behind a bush, watching people moving boxes inside. After a while, she stepped out and walked along the path, continuing for nearly an hour until she reached the main road.Tired and thirsty, she waved for a taxi and sat down, trying to catch her breath.Arla's pulse quickened as she settled into the taxi, the driver eyein
Arla couldn't help but notice Henry's attractive appearance. His sharp features and well-toned muscles, visible under his t-shirt, made him undeniably handsome. She knew that a man like him would surely catch the eye of many women.As she found herself lost in thought, Henry caught her gaze and asked, "Is something wrong?"Arla quickly shook her head.He continued, "You didn't tell me your name last time and just left in a hurry."Realizing her previous behavior might have seemed rude, she apologized, "Oh, I'm so sorry! I was rushing home to take care of something."As their eyes met, Henry gently said, "I'm truly grateful we crossed paths today, Arla." Her face lit up with a warm smile, and she expressed her gratitude once more."What's your name?" Henry inquired, his voice filled with genuine interest."I'm Arla," she replied softly, gracefully tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.A captivating smile spread across Henry's face as he asked, "What does Arla mean?""It means early in
Arla stepped into the house, her eyes falling upon Laurette and Vivian, standing with their arms folded. She sighed, exhaustion weighing heavily on her from the long walk. Suddenly, Liam pulled her indoors. Arla assumed he wanted to have sex again, and she protested, "I'm too tired, not today please." Liam glared at her, his voice harsh, "It seems I've been too lenient with you."Arla stared at him, trying to explain, "I didn't mean to disobey you, but..." Liam cut her off abruptly, "I don't need an explanation. Save me the stories."Just then, Laurette walked in, her voice cold and authoritative, "I think you should leave her with me now. I'll make sure she behaves. She won't dare defile you after today." Laurette's glare burned into Arla, who returned the glare and then turned to Liam."I'm not some sort of toy you can hand over to someone to control," Arla said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I own me, and I get to decide what I want. What's wrong with you?" She glared at Laure
Arla found herself roused from the relentless grasp of a fitful sleep. Wearily rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she reached out to her trusted phone only to find a message from Henry: "Good morning, Sunshine! I hope you got home safe yesterday. Sorry, I couldn't drop you; something came up." A faint smile danced on her lips as she typed back, "Thank you. I made it home safe, and thank you for yesterday."Rising from the bed, she stretched her tired limbs and focused on her appearance. As she freshened up and looked into the mirror, she chose to wear her favorite pair of blue jeans that hugged her curves like a glove. A vibrant red crop top and a simple yet elegant ponytail perfectly complemented her fresh look.The faintest scent of lip gloss filled the air as she gently applied it to her lips, and suddenly, Liam's warning from the previous day echoed through her mind. Realizing she didn't have her husband's number to reach out to him, she left her room to search for Liam. But fate ha
Arla's heart pounded as she stormed into her father's office. She found him sitting at his desk, completely unaware of the emotional turmoil he had caused. The sight of him only fueled her anger and pain."How could you do this to Mia?" Arla demanded, her voice trembling with emotion. "How could you sell her off like some object to a man who will never love her?"Her father looked up, his eyes cold and calculating. "Arla, you know this is a strategic alliance," he replied calmly. "It will strengthen our family's position in society.""She's your daughter!" Arla shouted, "Not some pawn in your business games!"As her father's dismissive response hung in the air, Arla couldn't hold back the years of hurt and neglect any longer. "You were never there for me after Mom died," she said, her voice cracking with pain. "I needed my father, but you were too busy building your empire to care."Her father's eyes narrowed, but Arla continued, her voice rising with each word. "And now you've done t
Henry glared at Mia, his voice dripping with disdain. "I have no use for you. You're useless to me very useless. Why don't you die with your father?"Mia screamed, her eyes filled with anguish. "Haven't you done enough? What did we do to deserve this? Leave us alone!"In a split second, Henry cocked the gun, his finger hovering over the trigger. Realizing his intention, Jason leapt in front of Mia, shielding her from the imminent danger. The gunshot rang out, and the bullet grazed Jason's arm, eliciting a pained grunt.Henry chuckled, his cold laughter echoing through the hall. "Good, you can have her. I don't care about that bitch." With those words, he gripped Arla's arm tightly and dragged her towards the waiting car before speeding away.Liam, his heart pounding with fear and desperation, knew he couldn't risk following them. Henry was an unpredictable and volatile man who wouldn't hesitate to harm Arla. The realization of his own feelings for Arla hit him like a tidal wave, and
The morning sunlight filtered through the lush greenery of the garden as Donna was wheeled out of her room by her maids. Seeking solace in the serene environment, she instructed them to leave her alone, relishing the temporary peace that nature provided. Just as she began to relax, the sound of clapping interrupted her reverie, and she turned to find Vivian standing before her, an unreadable expression on her face."It's nice of you to grace us with your presence," Donna remarked sarcastically, leaning back in her wheelchair and adjusting the blanket on her lap. "Aren't you tired of being Liam's shadow?"Vivian chuckled, her eyes fixed on Donna with a steely gaze. "Aren't you tired of acting?"Donna's brow furrowed in confusion, her body tensing up at Vivian's words. "What do you mean, 'acting'?"In a sudden, swift motion, Vivian pulled Donna off the wheelchair, causing her to shriek as she fell to the ground. Vivian glared down at her, her voice filled with accusation. "I know you ca
Liam growled, his voice rough with passion. He captured her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. Arla opened to him willingly, their tongues tangling in a dance of desire. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the softness of her thighs through the thin fabric of her nightgown.Arla moaned into his mouth, her hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, inviting him to explore her further. Liam's hands found the hem of her nightgown and with a swift motion, he pulled it over her head, leaving her completely bare before him.Her body was a vision of perfection. Her skin, smooth and flawless, glowed in the dim light. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples puckered and begging for attention. Liam's mouth watered at the sight, and he lowered his head, taking a taut peak into his mouth. He suckled and teased, his tongue flicking and swirling, eliciting a series of moans
Liam's laughter was tinged with disbelief as he questioned Arla. "Are you trying to tell me that you didn't know him at all? Is that what you want me to believe?"Arla's face twisted with frustration, her words pleading for understanding. "I knew Henry, but we weren't close, Liam. I can't give you the answers you want, but I swear I've never lied to you."Liam's eyes hardened, the pain of betrayal still fresh in his heart. "I can't just forget what happened, Arla. I'm surrounded by people who have manipulated me, and it's hard to trust anyone."Arla's voice rose, her patience wearing thin as she defended herself. "I'm not asking you to forget, but don't paint me as the villain here. There are others who have played a role in all of this Vivian, Donna, and Laurette. Investigate them instead of constantly blaming me."Liam shook his head, his disbelief palpable as he scoffed. "Donna has been in a coma for two years, Arla. How can I confront her when she's only just awakened? And her fa
Arla stood trembling, her arms wrapped tightly around her body in a desperate attempt to preserve her dignity. As the maids stepped away, her mind was suddenly flooded with flashes of her past, memories long forgotten now resurfacing with a force that sent a shockwave through her system. Her head throbbed with an intense pain, the fierceness of her past and present colliding in a tuneless confusion and fear.Without warning, Liam lifted a hose connected to the tap, his actions fueled by a wave of cold, detached anger that seemed to have consumed him. As the icy water sprayed over Arla's vulnerable form, she was assaulted by the shock of the cold and the relentless pressure of the water, her body convulsing in response to the brutal onslaught.The weight of the memories, the stinging pain in her head, and the humiliation of Liam's actions overwhelmed her senses, her consciousness slipping away as she let out a desperate scream. Her body went limp, collapsing to the floor as she gasped
Liam sat in his office, his brow furrowed in concentration as he pored over the details of Donna's recovery plan. He knew that her return to Carponi would allow him to refocus on his affairs, which had suffered in the wake of the chaos that had engulfed the safe house. A sense of frustration filled him, the weight of the recent events bearing down on his shoulders as he struggled to regain control over his life.His thoughts drifted to Donna, and he felt a surge of anger at the role she had played in orchestrating Arla's kidnapping. He had discovered her involvement while she was in a coma and couldn't help but feel that she had contributed to the problems that now plagued him. Despite this, he was determined to see her walking and independent once more, not only for her sake but also to alleviate the burden that had fallen upon him.Liam understood that Donna must never learn of Arla's presence within the safehouse, knowing full well the turmoil that would ensue should their paths cr
As Donna was wheeled into the safehouse, her arrival was met with a mixture of relief and apprehension by its occupants. Vivian, observing from the shadows, felt her blood boil at the sight of her rival returning to the fold. In the privacy of her room, she unleashed her rage, the weight of her fury pressing down upon her like a suffocating blanket."Why is she waking up now?" Vivian seethed, her voice trembling with bitterness. "Today was supposed to be my special night with Liam." She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to control the tempest of emotions that threatened to consume her."Liam, why do you attract all these wild women?" she cried out, her despair mingling with the fury that coursed through her veins. Vivian's anger was all-consuming, her desire for Liam's undivided attention transforming into a dangerous obsession that blinded her to all reason.As she paced the confines of her room, her gaze fell upon a silver pen, its sharp edge glintin
Arla left Liam's room in the safe house, only to be met by a venomous Vivian, her hand raised and ready to strike. However, Arla was prepared this time. She caught Vivian's wrist, halting the slap before it could land. "I'm not ready for your mind games today," Arla declared, her voice hard and unyielding.Vivian's eyes widened in surprise as she took a step back, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features. She studied Arla's face, noting a change in her demeanor that hadn't been there before. Had Arla regained her memories? The thought sent a shiver of fear down Vivian's spine, her carefully laid plans suddenly unbalanced on the brink of collapse.Biting her nails anxiously, Vivian watched as Arla walked away, her confident stride a stark contrast to the frightened girl she had once been. Vivian's anger, still simmering from the previous night when Liam had taken Arla away from her grasp, bubbled to the surface once more.Back in her room, Vivian's rage had reached its boiling po
As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Arla's eyes fluttered open, a wave of fear washing over her as she found Liam sitting beside her, his gaze locked upon her face. Her heart racing, she instinctively recoiled from him, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, don't hurt me."Liam remained still, his eyes never leaving hers as he wrestled with the storm of emotions that raged within him. "I won't," he said finally, his voice raw and husky.Arla's brow furrowed in confusion, her hand moving to her throat, wincing as she felt the tender skin beneath her fingertips. "You tried to kill me," she accused, her voice shaking as she searched Liam's face for answers.Liam looked away, his jaw clenching as he struggled to come to terms with his actions. "I was angry," he admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "I lost control."As Arla watched him, a mixture of fear and disbelief warring within her, she realized that there was still so much she didn't understand. "Why?" she aske