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Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER NINETEEN.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. It was a bright and sunny aftemoon. I had pulled aside the curtains that covered the floor-to-ceiling window which encompassed the entire length of a wall in the living room. The sun rays showered the living room with their bright light, reflecting on the marble floors, and illuminating the room with their natural light; this gave the room a warm ambience and I smiled in satisfaction at the beauty of the afternoon. My morning had been quite uneventful, having spent the early hours staying locked up in my room in an attempt to avoid Adrian, yesterday's stomach stirring moment still burning in my memory; and the later hours laughing my heart out to Andre and Rainbow 'Bow' Johnson's dealings with their crazy and dramatic family, work, and everyday life in Blackish, one of my favorite comedy TV series. After binge watching three seasons, I had gotten bored and decided to invite my friends over to the house. It would be their first time in the penthouse, so I fus
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER TWENTY.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. "You're going to business school?" Layla asked, incredulously."As Alfredo would have it, yes." I said, nodding my head. "Your father-in-law is scary." Sofia said, shivering at the thought. "He is." I agreed. "Why don't you just do an online course instead. I mean they did give you a choice." said Layla. "I choose to go to business school because it would benefit me more. I hate staying in this house the whole day, being unproductive while everyone I know is busy making money and making a name for themselves." I said. "You don't have to do any work though. You are Danielle Valentino nee Dawson. You were born into wealth and now, you're married into more wealth. You don't need to work a day in your life. You already have a name for yourself." Janelle said, shrugging. "You guys are from wealthy families too, but yet you work." I stated. "We do what we love. It's different from what you'll have to do. I like interior designing, Sofia likes being an a
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. Adrian crashed his lips onto mine with an aggression that made me breathless, and my mind went blank for a few seconds. I couldn't think or process what was happening; my eyes were as wide as saucer pans. I felt the shock ripple through my body as a result of being extremely startled by his action. His lips were demanding against mine and I had no choice but to reciprocate as I had no will power or strength to stop him or pull away. My lips started to respond to his and I closed my eyes, giving in to his kiss. It felt like explosions were going on in my tummy and my heart felt like it was going to explode from the exhilaration of Adrian's kiss. I felt his hands snake around my waist and I let myself go, falling limp like putty in his arms. I then wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my right hand in his hair. Adrian groaned huskily as I pulled on his soft locks of hair. He grabbed my hips, hoisted me up into the air, and planted my behind on the k
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The first rays of the morning sunlight shined through the windows. I pulled away my blankets and rubbed at my eyes, removing the sleep from them. I stretched as I planted my feet into my bathroom slippers and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. After clearing away the bitter taste on my tongue, I stepped out of my bed room and made for the kitchen to get a glass of water. On getting to the building, my steps were haltered by the image that I saw. Adrian stood in the kitchen, naked from the head to waist, and the only item of clothing that kept him from being completely nude was the white towel which hung around his waist. Water dripped down his back, making it obvious that he had just taken a bath. His blond locks, hung limply on his scalp from the water and glistened in the light. His muscles were taut and flexed as he reached for a glass in the cabinet above him. A swell of desire pulsed through my entire body, and as much as I hated it, I deligh
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The rest of my lunch outing with Alvida was very eventful; I thoroughly enjoyed my time with my mother-in-law which was filled with gisting, eating, and laughing. Unlike Alfredo, who looked and acted like a strick disciplinarian, Alvida looked like a sweetheart and very much acted like one. Her personality was both cheerful and down-to-earth, and she had such an aura that told people there would never be a dull moment while with her; this made it sometimes hard to believe that she was the mistress of the Valentino empire. She reassured and comforted me with her warm smile, and made me forget my worries with her playful jokes. I realized, after spending time with her, that there was no reason to fear or fret about being her daughter-in-law. She treated me like a mother would her child, and I appreciated her efforts at trying to make me feel welcome to the family. On my return from lunch, I spent the rest of my evening lazing around the house, alternating
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. Adrian stared at me like I had suddenly grown horns. "What are you talking about?" he asked, suspicion heavily lacing his tone. "This." I said while pulling out the brown paper bag from my purse. "I need answers to these." Adrian stood from his office chair and walked over to one of the couches. I sat on a sofa across from him and crossed my legs, ensuring that the skirt of my dress rode up my knees, exposing a sufficient amount of skin. I saw Adrian's eyes dart towards my exposed laps for a brief second and look away. He cleared his throat and adjusted his neck tie. "What do you want?" he asked. I gently poured out the contents of the bag onto the centre table. "I don't really understand any of this." I said. "What's there not to understand?" he asked. "Look, Adrian. I would not be seated here, listening to and watching you act like crap if I could make sense of it by myself." He stared at me for a few seconds, saying nothing. Then he
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. Adrian's eyes glazed over with an emotion that I recognized and knew all too well; lust. He stared at me, his light blue orbs burning with an intense fire that made my insides squeeze and burn. After sending Mr Gates away, Adrian had pushed back his office chair and pulled me towards him, expelling me from the confines of his large mahogany office table and exposing me to the gentle glare of the office light bulbs. He held my chin roughly in his fingers, "You naughty girl." he drawled, his Italian accent enunciating and causing the feiry pit that had being ignited in my belly to burn further. "You're bolder than I've ever given you credit for, principessa" he said, smirking. "It's great to see your eyes of enlightenment have been opened. You know now not to underestimate me." I retorted with a smirk of my own. "Now ,where were we?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave lower, making my heart beat faster from the sensuality of it. "I was in the p
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. My legs hung in the air with my knees bent, my thighs were spread far apart from each other to reveal the treasure that lay in between them; a wet and soft cocoa, ripe and ready for the plucking; and my hands rested on my breasts. I looked up at Adrian, daring him, with my eyes, to take up the challenge I was throwing at him. Adrian's eyes narrowed impossibly further into slits at my action. His hand, which had been gripping his hair tightly a while ago, dropped limply to his side; possibly from the surprise that watching me had given him. "Punish me, Mr Valentino." I said invitingly, "I did a very bad thing this morning. I deserve to be severely punished." Adrian stood at the threshold of the living room, staring down at my figure on the couch. He looked hesitant, like he was suspicious that my ready submission to capital sexual punishment from him was a trap of sorts. I decided that if I was going to get any of the action I desperately needed th
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Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-NINE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V I stirred from my slumber, my eyes blinking open reluctantly. The room was bathed in the soft glow of dawn and a lingering sense of unease clung to me. As consciousness found its way back to me, I felt the sting in my eyes which were heavy from a restless night. My eyes stung as I tried to focus on the familiar surroundings. A few remnants of the nightmares that had plagued my sleep replayed in my mind, their vivid images taunting me. A groan escaped my lips as I tried to sit up, the dryness and ache in my throat were evidence of the tumultuous night I had. The taste of fear lingered in my mouth, leaving me parched and exhausted. When I finally sat up, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I could still hear the faint echoes of my own screams and I took a quick glance around, half expecting to find shadows lurking in the corners of the room. The sheets clung to my skin- further evidence of my night which had been filled with restlessness. The room, usually a pe
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT.
ADRIAN'S P.O.V. It had been a month since the storm called Chase Sinclair, had hit our lives, leaving destruction and doubts in his wake. The air hung heavy, in my office, with the weight of unspoken words as Omar Zayn, my lifelong confidante and best friend, sat across from me. His eyes, filled with understanding, met mine, as if searching for the turmoil that had etched its mark onto my soul over the past month. The weight of the past month lingered heavily on my shoulders, and I couldn't shake the guilt that gripped my conscience. "Omar, I messed up big time," I sighed, rubbing my temples. Omar leaned in, concern etched on his face. "What happened with you two, Adrian? Last time I knew, you guys were solid. Tell me everything. Maybe there's a way to fix this." Omar said, his expression empathic. In a flash, I recalled the doubts that had plagued me and the message that had led to my questioning Danielle's fidelity " I doubted Dannie's loyalty, questioned her commitment
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVEN.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V I woke up with a splitting headache. The piercing pain that seared through my head dragged me out of the depths of unconsciousness. As my eyes fluttered open, I groaned, clutching my throbbing temple. The room spun and my vision blurred as I blinked. "Where in the world am I?" I muttered while trying to make sense of my surroundings. As I tried to sit up, the sharp pain in my head intensified, sending shockwaves through my body. It felt like a sledgehammer had collided with my skull and I could hear the faint echoes of my own pained groans. With my muddled senses, I struggled to make sense of my situation. I continued to blink rapidly to clear off the dizzy spell until the dimly lit room slowly came into focus. Suddenly, I felt restraints on my wrists and ankles. "What the hell...?" I muttered pulling at the ropes that bound me and restricted my movement. On seeing that they would not budge, undiluted panic started to creep into my bod
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX..
DANIELLE'S P.O.V The weeks following my traumatic ordeal at the hands of Chase were a blur of hospital rooms and tests. I had also been offered therapy sessions, but I rejected them as the very last thing I wanted to do was revisit the torture I had gone through. However, I could not seem to run away from those days of captivity as even after I had long been discharged from the hospital, my mind was still trapped in the nightmares that had plagued me ever since that fateful day- the day Chase Sinclair had kidnapped me. It felt like I was trapped in a unending nightmare, unable to escape the memories of what had happened to me- memories of how my baby had almost been taken away from me. I was back in the safety of the mansion Adrian and I had gotten but the house which used to bring me so much peace now seemed as oppressive as it was comforting. I sat on the plush couch in the living room of our grand mansion, surrounded by my friends and family. Adrian was on a busi
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The hospital corridors stretched before me, a maze of sterile white walls, distant echoes of life, and busked whispers. Their white walls were an unsettling reminder of the captivity I had endured for far too long at the hands of Chase Sinclair. Determination surged through my veins as I made my way towards the women's restroom, a small glimmer of hope guiding me towards the next step in my escape. I walked with purpose and my steps were fueled by a desperate determination to reclaim my life from the clutches of the darkness that Chase had surrounded me with. My footsteps faltered as both anticipation and apprehension coursed through my veins and each footfall echoed in my ears as I made my way to the restroom. Every step that I took felt heavy with anticipation and my heart pounding in my chest as I neared the restroom. It was a moment that held the key to my freedom; the key to reuniting with my family and escaping the clutches of Chase once and for all. As
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOUR.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. Chase’s eyes bore into mine, and I could see the rage simmering beneath them. His gaze moved around the room, scanning for any signs of betrayal and then, suddenly, his eyes locked onto my shaking figure. A cruel smile pulled at his lips as he lunged towards me and on reaching me, he grabbed my hand with his grip tightening around my wrist. Panic engulfed me as he wrenched the phone from its hiding place under the pillow and he held it up, triumph gleaming in his eyes. “You really thought you could get away, didn’t you?” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice I stood there, transfixed to the spot by the fear that caused my heart to pound in my chest, my hands trembling. The stolen phone rested securely in Chase’s grip; a small but strong weapon that I had used against the man who had held me captive for far too long. Chase loomed over me, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and desperation. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" His voic
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE.
ADRIAN'S P.O.V The walls of my office seemed to close in on me as I sat there, utterly drained from the dual onslaught of my demanding position and the storm raging inside of me. The dim lights seemed to intensify the shadows that had taken a place in my life recently and the air felt heavy as the weight of my tumultuous life burdened me. The office room felt like a prison of polished wood and cold steel and the distant hum of the city just outside of the office walls did nothing to ease the feeling of being trapped. The room that was usually a place of productivity and creativity, had. now become a battlefield between my professional obligations to the company and my personal emotions. Rubbing my temples gently, I tried to erase the persistent ache that clawed at my skull, but I couldn't seem to find relief from it. Weariness weighed heavily on my shoulders, and burden on my heart as I could not seem to get away from the shattered pieces of my broken life. The weight of my r
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWO.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The days, weeks, or perhaps months, following my abduction felt like an eternity; I had lost track of time as those moments that I spent while being trapped in this desolate room passed in a hazy blur of fear and despair. Each passing moment was filled with fear, uncertainty, and a desperate longing for my freedom, every second spent in Chase’s clutches was a reminder of the very fragile line that separated both my life and death, every waking moment that I spent in that godforsaken room was tainted by the knowledge that I was at the mercy of a man I once called a friend; a man whom I had thought to forgive and let go of the hurtful things that he had done to me in the past; a man that had now turned into an obsessed captor; a man that had snatched me away from my peaceful existence. The room was always dark and even with the air conditioner, who’s hum served as the only other source of sound in the dreary space, it always felt suffocating as the only other me
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. I did not know how long I slept for, or how many days had passed by while I was in a state of unconsciousness; all I could remember when I slowly opened my eyes, the heaviness of sleep still lingering in my limbs, was that I had been taken against my will and the culprit of my kidnapping was none other than my former childhood friend and recently reconciled nemesis. As my vision started to clear, I found myself in a dimly lit room; it was not as small as the one I had previously woken up in, but it felt the same to me as I felt the sterile walls closing in on me. Panic coursed through my veins as the memories of the events leading up to my kidnapping flooded my mind. My heart raced and thumped loudly in my chest as the realization of my situation settled in once more. I would give anything to exact as much pain on the culprit of my predicament and source of my pain at that moment. Chase Sinclair! A name that I had once associated with friendship; a name that
