BRIELLE’S POV A Dream~ ‘Please get me out of here!' Brielle screamed, her hands grabbing the metal cage doors as she cried.He was standing before her—the old man she detested, the man she referred to as her father. He had a smug look on his face, and even as she cursed and screamed, shouting so loudly that her raw, thirsty voice resonated throughout the entire room, he didn't appear to flinch or care.Instead, he stood stiffly before her, jingling the keys and staring like a maniac.'Let me out of here right now!' Brielle yelled once again, her voice raspy and hoarse. She was tired of shouting. She just wanted to get out of the cell.'Hahaha. You thought you could escape me, right?' He laughed snidely again. ‘Now that I have you, you're not going anywhere. Not now, not never. Foolish girl.’Brielle clacked her tongue bitterly, and still screaming with tears running down her bare cheeks, she told him. ‘You will undoubtedly regret this. You will, I assure you. When Lord Darius arri
MADELINE’S POV “Do you think I would be successful tonight?" Madeline inquired for the hundredth time, staring down at the proof Sam, the guard, and her accomplice had gathered.Printed photographs of a man the guard claimed was Brielle's father were scattered on her small bedside table, along with other material gathered in a file. She had also crept into Brielle's room some time ago, carrying the stone engraved pendant she intended to show Lord Darius.She had practiced her speech all day, and she was more than ready to deliver her evidence before Lord, convincing him of Brielle's ills and revealing all the secrets she was allegedly holding from him. Madeline envisioned how he would feel when she finished speaking and how he would react most importantly. She didn't care whether he would feel sad or heartbroken. No. All Madeline cared about was bringing Brielle down and ruining her stay in the castle. The bitch was a thief, a liar, and a traitor lurking beneath an innocent mask s
BRIELLE’S POV Brielle's hearty grin deepened as she looked at the mirror.She was in a terrific mood tonight. She didn’t know why. Even though she disagreed briefly with Madeline earlier, she was now better off and happier in ways she couldn't articulate.Maybe it was because of this date with Lord Darius, and the fact that she hadn't seen him all day added to the tension. She missed him terribly, and if she saw him tonight, she would not hesitate to tell him so. "Damn!" She whispered again, glancing at her lovely self. She was dressed in a dark green gown with a slit up the thighs, and the cloth hugged all her curves nicely, emphasizing her figure.She couldn’t wait to hear Darius's endearing words, and knowing how she would blush excessively, her cheeks going pink and melting under his intense gaze, she let out a gentle smile. However, Brielle adored it. She adored the way he gazed at her—dreamily and full of so much love. She adored how he treated her as if she were an egg, w
BRIELLE’S POV Brielle couldn't move an inch as Darius exited the room, banging the door hard behind him.She was trembling violently, her lips shaky, and the tears flowing down her face wouldn't stop.She would occasionally cast a glimpse at the folders on the floor, and her heart would compress slightly in excruciating misery.The photographs of her father were too good to be true, and she kept pinching herself, hurting her skin, hoping to wake up from this dream, if it was one, but nothing happened.She crawled carefully towards the necklace Darius had tossed on the floor, her fingertips caressing the diamond stone adorned pendant. It was the only important thing she possessed, and as she tried to think, her mind swelled. Where did he get this necklace?She had stopped wearing it after discovering the connection between her father and Lord Darius.So, how did he get it? She hadn't seen him all day, and as for the necklace, it’d been in her drawer. She'd seen it before going to bed
BRIELLE’S POV Brielle paused, her left hand lifted, as she considered knocking on Madeline's door.She had vowed to confront Madeline about the missing necklace before weeping herself to sleep last night, and now she was here. Her eyes were still sore from sobbing all day, and even though she was shaking violently with rage, Brielle knew she had to talk to Madeline or she wouldn't be herself at all.She needed answers, and Lord knows she'd battle for them if she had to.Brielle brought her hands down as a whimper crossed her lips. Steadying herself, she twisted the doorknob instead of knocking and entered the open room."Who the hell is…" Madeline was already saying something, but the moment she saw Brielle, she stopped talking.With a tiny smirk, she swiftly jumped up from her chair and folded her arms."And what brings you here, miss?" Madeline asked, her eyes darting all over Brielle's body. Her disdain was visible, but Brielle didn't flinch. And raising her shoulders, she wiped
BRIELLE’S POV Brielle could hear their conversation and see their scorn as she strolled by the maids and guards, but she didn't care.Her hands grasped the tray of food she was holding, and her shaky feet continued to walk straight.She didn't want to waste her time replying to them, and no one would back her up if she got into a fight now, so it was all pointless.Her life in the castle seemed to have fallen apart since the fallout with Darius, and the fact that she hadn't seen him in a week further emphasized that. The women who served her every morning, midday, and night had vanished, leaving her to handle everything in the mansion alone.Not that she was complaining, but a part of her wished she could go back in time and relive the wonderful times she had and how blissful those days had been. She didn't realize how important those days were until she realized how much she missed them.Not just them, but Darius also. She missed more than anything else, and it hurt. Every morning,
BRIELLE’S POV "No, no, no…" Brielle whispered to herself as she shook fiercely on the bed.She was huddled, her blanket wrapped around her, and she wasn't even chilly, yet she was shaking terribly. She hadn't been able to get Madeline's mocking words out of her thoughts since she went to her room, and every time she closed her eyes to sleep, she was instantly reminded that Darius would most likely be sleeping with Madeline and the other submissives.She was in pain when he fucked them, and her stomach hurt so much that she had to grasp her waist as if she were fighting for her life.Darius hadn't yet rejected her, so whenever he slept with another woman, she felt terrible, and it hurt.The discomfort, however, paled in comparison to how she was feeling emotionally. Her entire world had collapsed, and she couldn't keep it together.Brielle let out a quiet moan as another sharp agony raced through her abdomen, and she began to sob again.Her face was bloated from crying, her eyes were
BRIELLE’S POV "Come in." Brielle was terrified as she turned the knob and pulled the door open upon hearing Darius's voice.She was trembling all over, and her facial expression revealed her terror despite her best efforts to contain herself.As she entered the room, her gaze wandered throughout the enormous expanse, and when she spotted him, a shiver ran down her thighs.Even though their connection was dissolved, Brielle couldn't deny that he still had immense power over her.He had his back to her, and the moment he turned, their eyes locked, his smirk transformed to a sneer, and his eyes darkened with rage.Brielle staggered backward owing to the intensity of his gaze, and she held the wall behind her for support while she held his look."What in the world are you doing here? Who the hell let you in? What happened to not displaying your face in front of me ever again?" Tears welled up in the back of Brielle’s eyes as he thundered.He was staring at her with disgust and hatred. Sh