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Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. "Danielle Dawson is nothing more than a business venture to me." Adrian's voice echoed in my head. "You don't have to worry about anything happening between the both of us." His statement kept on replaying in my head like a broken record, the memory bothering me, and fueling the fire of my anger the more that I recalled it. What the actual fuck? I was speechless, baffled, gobsmacked- At that moment, I was feeling every synonym of the emotion 'surprise'. I was utterly astounded by the demeaning statement that I had heard Adrian Valentino say. What the hell? Just who exactly, did he think he was? I, Danielle Dawson, was merely a business venture to him? So, marrying me benefited the Valentinos? But how? How did my marriage to Adrian benefit the Valentino empire? I had no idea that they, the most powerful conglomerate in New York City, would be positively affected or impacted by a marriage alliance with my less prominent family. I
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER FIFTY.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. It is said that when we, as humans, mind wander, we take all the attention away from the atmosphere we are in and emphasize that attention entirely on our own inner thoughts. While we mind wander, we shift all our attention from one particular task to internal, personally relevant thoughts. It is also said that our minds do not wander randomly to what doesn't worry us. On the contrary, it usually wanders due to having numerous concerns and these concerns, in turn, distract us from our activities at hand, and instead force our minds to think about those concerns in any instant. Mind wandering occurs when thoughts unrelated to the task at hand and at a particular moment in time, are brought to the forefront of our attention. This stimuli induced phenomena can hinder what information is comprehended at a moment in time, and often we are not even aware that we have let our minds wander until we catch ourselves. Mind wandering also occurs with and in every in
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE.
CHAPTER FIFTY ONE. DANIELLE'S P.O.V. There are moments when time just stops. In those moments, it halts abruptly, and then, it lulls and slows down. It becomes a void in which one's emotions and senses are heightened while things and activities are diminished. For a short moment, as Doris Covington, the Dean of Students, invited him up to the podium in front of the hall in which I was sited with roughly two hundred other intending MBA students, time stilled. At least for me, it did. As I watched him walk into the room, my breath caught in my throat and my stomach started to clench painfully. I had no idea why my body was reacting the way it did, and I was terrified that I would forget how to breathe and die a sad death caused by the anxiety at seeing my husband. Even my wandering mind had stilled on my seeing Adrian step on to the podium, his strides proud and sure. Soon, the wheels in my brain started to unclog and roll. How was he here, in that hall? How
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The reception was held on a yacht named Illusion. It was a 290 footed ship with impressive exterior areas that included two Jacuzzi pools, a touch and go helipad, and incredible social areas. From the main deck, the stunning double height atrium gave off the feeling of space on board. This feeling was further enhanced by the fifteen metre long plaque of its name 'Illusion' written in bold letters that beamed brightly. Azra and I, upon our arrival on the deck, collected flutes of champagne from neatly dressed waiters who carried trays in their hands and moved about the yacht's deck in search of empty handed guests. The aim of the reception, according to the Dean of Students, was to socialize with the various notable guests and impress them in hopes of getting connections with them for future purposes, however, impressing socialites was the last thing on my mind. So, when Azra excitedly requested I followed her on a tour of the luxurious boat, I followed withou
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. One, Two, Three minutes. The seconds of the black metal clock ticked into minutes, stretching the silence until it was long, uncomfortable, and stifling. My breath hitched in my throat, my hands trembled lightly, and my heart beat irregularly and fastly- so fast, that I thought it would go into overdrive and make me go into a cardiac arrest, or maybe that it would jump out of my chest. I had no idea why I was so scared, so terrified of Azra finding out about my relationship with Adrian Valentino. After all, I had committed no crime by being married to Adrian. The only crime I could agree that I was guilty of committing was keeping the truth about my identity a secret from my one and only friend in school. The fact that I had kept it a secret could be justified because I had not meant to keep it from her, it had just happened the way it did and I hadn't exactly had any chance to tell her about it. Although my brain had justified my keeping my identity a secre
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. Adrian's blue eyes sparkled as a mischievous glint flashed across them. His lips were, once more, pulled at the corners into a smirk, causing a wave of anxiety to wash over me. "Whatever would I do with you?" he asked, shaking his head slowly. "What is that supposed to mean?" I asked in confusion. "Is that why you've been so angry with me? Because you listened in on my conversation?" he asked. "Do not get me wrong. I didn't listen in, I only just happened to over hear. It is not my fault you were loud enough for me to hear from outside the office." I scoffed. "If you really didn't want to hear my conversation, you would have just pressed the bell or let me know you were outside through the intercom." he argued. "How in the world would I have even known you were having such a conversation about me? You think anyone would knowingly want to hear their husbands demean them and place a price tag on their worth?" "You think I demeaned you and placed
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. Waking up with an hangover was probably the worst thing to happen to anyone in the world. What kind of spirits exactly do they use in the production of alcohol? Why in the world could something so sweet and bubbly be just as deadly? I let out a sharp breath and groaned loudly as I woke up. My head felt like someone was playing on it- like it was a conga drum, my forehead felt just about ready to split open, and my tongue tasted like I had washed and rinsed it with soapy water. What if I actually did wash my mouth with soapy water? I pried my eyes open but I regretted doing so, closing my eyes almost immediately as the bright rays of sun light, that escaped the curtain's shield in torrents, pierced my already hurting eyes, causing my eyes to burn further, blurring my vision. As I lay in my bed, my eyes still closed, I tried to rack my brain to recall last night's activities, but nothing was coming forth. I say in my bed with my eyes closed for
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. "If I am getting what you said correctly, you're saying that you can not recall anything else about the party after you called for a waiter?" Janelle asked. "Yes. My brain is as blank as a wall right now." I sighed, picking up a French fry and putting it into my mouth. "I still can't believe that Chase fucking Sinclair was at your school's reception. What in the world was he doing there? You don't think he is following you, do you?" Sofia asked. "He probably was there with Madelyn as her plus one. She is his sister after all- it wouldn't be odd for him to follow his only sibling to a party dedicated to welcoming her and her colleagues to a new school." I shrugged. "Aren't you creeped out by the recurrent coincidences?" Layla asked. "What do you mean?" I asked in confusion. "Don't you think it's odd that you both keep running into each other every where. First he came to the Bachelorette party, then he gate crashed your wedding reception, then he
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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
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Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX..
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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
