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Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE. DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The night unfurled herself as she roused from the temporary slumber that she had been forced to take by the bright sun, and announced her arrival by casting her dull glow upon and wrapping the earth in the embrace of her dark folds. Two days and nights, very much like the present one, had passed since the incident that had taken place at the Valentino mansion, and like the earth had been subjected to by the night, I had been left in the dark about the details of the incident by my husband and the entirety of his family. The events of that fateful day were still, very clearly, ingrained into my memories and whenever I recalled what had happened, it caused me to burn with curiosity to find out why the things that had happened that day had gone down the way that they had done. More than anything, I wanted to find out who the strange woman who I had seen was, and why she'd had such an effect on the Valentino family. I wished th
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. After nearly a year of being married to Adrian Valentino, I had come to realize that he loved to do things that left me both surprised and breathless; whether it was from him saying something, so ridiculous, that I was tempted to throw him out of the room, or from him exhibiting his level of expertise and experience in all things coitus related; whichever of the two ways that it was, Adrian Valentino always managed to leave me winded up and shocked. When Adrian had asked me, in a deep and husky voice laced with an emotion that I did not know, the question; "Can I kiss you?"; I had not expected it. So when he pressed his lips onto mine, I had been rooted to my spot on the couch, with my eyes wide open like saucers, because definitely not expected it either. His lips were soft and gentle as they moved against mine; they moved slowly and lightly on my own lips, much unlike the fervid and aggressive claiming of my lips by his own that usually came alongside our
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The sight of Adrian's fist buried nearly halfway through the wall, where cracks had begun to form, was extremely disturbing. Alarmed by what I saw on returning to the living room, I rushed over to my husband's side to find out why he'd had a sudden change in mood, and with worry heavily lacing my tone, I asked; "Adrian! What is wrong?"When he turned to look at me, his light blue orbs flashing angrily with an intensity that I had never seen before, I knew that something huge had happened; and that which had thrown him into such a state of absolute fury was, obviously, not something good. With his nostrils flaring, his eyebrows creased and tightly knitted on his forehead, and his lips slightly open with heavy breaths, which heaved his chest up and down, escaping them, Adrian continued to stare at me with that intense wrath in his eyes."What is wrong, Adrian?" I had to repeat my question as Adrian continued to stare at me with such fury that it scared me.After heavi
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The days passed in a blur, rolling into weeks which, in turn, rolled into months and I spent my time alternating between Adrian and I's house, school, and the Valentino estate. After my tete-a-tete with my husband, Adrian, we had brain stormed ways to get rid of his irresponsible birth mother who had only returned to their lives to upheaval their stability, cause problems for the blooming family, and get herself some cash, free of charge, through blackmail. Although I was still reeling with all of Adrian's confessions and revelations to me, I kept my swirling mind under control, long enough to run up the stairs to the bathroom in search of the first aid box; run back down the stairs which I took two at a time, with the first aid box gripped in my hand; clean, disinfect, and bandage the bruises that were scattered across Adrian's fists in small, red, and angry looking cuts; and then brainstorming with him for ideas to get rid of his irresponsible biological moth
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. That night; the night of the date; Adrian and I slept in each other's arms after a very long time of abstaining from one another; we slept in each other's arms after being drained from the exhilarating and passionate activities that we involved ourselves in. That night would forever be a memorable one for me as it marked the start of something fresh, sweet, intimate, and passionate between my husband and I. The night had easily slid its way up to the top of my list, taking the crown for the best night that I'd ever had in all of my twenty four years of living. The date, although unexpected, would be forever ingrained in my heart as it had been such a wonderful and romantic event. Once more, Adrian had managed to shock me and this time, whether he meant to or not, he had won me over. As the days after our fervid activities stretched into weeks, Adrian and I could scarcely keep our hands off of one another. After spending the day time apart from each other, wi
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIX.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The early morning sun light licked its way, mutely, through the closed cream colored curtains that covered the length of the windows in my new bed room, and fell on to my face. I felt a smile pull across my lips from the feeling of the sun rays that kissed my face, while letting a sigh of contentment escape from my lips. It was finally the D-day; the day that I was to finish my last exam for the semester and now more than ever before, I was closer to achieving my dreams; or more so, the dreams that my father-in-law, Alfredo had designed for the company at the expense of his one and only daughter in-law. Gently prying my eyes open, I threw away the blankets and comforter that I had tucked myself into the previous night, and buried my feet into my bathroom slippers. With my slippers slapping gently against the floors of my bed room, I made my way to the windows and threw the curtains wide open. I felt a surge of happiness swell in my chest as I watched
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. For, very possibly, the fifteenth time on that day, I declined another incoming call from an unsaved and unknown phone number on my mobile phone. The caller had been blowing up my mobile phone with calls since very early that morning and I had also been declining all of the calls ever since then, but instead of said caller reading between the lines by realizing that I was not interested in picking up the call and giving up on disturb me with calls, he or she, instead, only became even more of a disturbance as the calls only became more persistent. Almost immediately after I had declined the previous call, my ringtone blared from my phone's speakers and the same unsaved and unknown number flashed on the phone's screen. At the sight of the unknown caller ID, I let out a hiss through my teeth and groaned in frustration. On my reaction, my friends who had been busy contemplating what food and drinks to get from the school cafeteria for lunch, looked up from their
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. As soon as I had dropped my pen for the last paper of the examination for the duration of the semester, I practically flew out of the lecture room, only having just enough time to bid my friends a quick farewell before I made my way to the school's parking lot where I had parked my car earlier in the day. The source of my hurry was not the fact that I wanted to get out of the school grounds as fast as possible because I had just concluded the semester's examinations; although it could be counted as one of the reasons as I had day dreamt and imagined how thrilling it would be to run out of the school after finally finishing the exams. The sole reason for my rush was the fact that I had an appointment to meet up with that afternoon; an appointment that I could not afford for any of my family members or friends to catch wind or get an inkling of. Once inside the confines of my car, I took in deep breaths to regulate my breathing which had been affected in m
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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
