Chapter 1

Scarlett's POV

When I opened my eyes, I felt like I was in a dream. The bed I was lying on was softer than anything I had ever touched, like lying on a cloud.

The room was big, with tall ceilings and golden chandeliers that sparkled even though there was no sunlight. The walls were decorated with delicate patterns of roses and vines, painted in soft whites and golds, and the air… it smelled faintly of lavender.

Everything looked like it came straight out of a movie about royal castles.

I sat up slowly, my head spinning. My heart was racing as I took it all in. Where was I? And how did I get here?

The last thing I remembered was walking home from the library, tired and thinking about the pizza I had waiting in the fridge. But this... this wasn’t my home.

“Where is my child?”

The deep, smooth voice startled me so much that I almost fell off the bed. I turned quickly and saw a man stepping out from the shadows near a massive, elaborate fireplace.

He was tall, probably over six feet, and every inch of him looked like he had stepped out of a painting. His dark hair was slightly messy, but it only made him look more... perfect, in a way that didn’t feel real.

His eyes, though… they were the deepest, coldest blue I had ever seen. They looked like they could see right through me.

He stood there, watching me with an expression I couldn’t read.

“Who… who are you?” I asked, my voice shaky. “Where am I?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he tilted his head, his gaze sharp and calculating, as if he were studying me like a puzzle he couldn’t solve. Then, his lips curled into a sneer.

“I asked you a question, Scarlett?” he said, his voice low and icy. “Where is my child? Where did you hide him?”

My mind reeled. Child? What the hell was he talking about?

“What… what do you mean? I… I don’t know anything about your child , and I… I don’t even know who you are.”

He stepped closer, and I instinctively moved back until my shoulders hit the headboard. His presence was overwhelming, and I didn’t know if it was fear or the intensity of his gaze that made my skin crawl.

“Don’t you dare play dumb, Scarlett,” he said coldly. “Where.Is.He?!”

I stared at him, completely at a loss for words. My mind felt like it had been hit by a truck. “I…I think you’ve got the wrong person,” I stammered. “Look, I don’t know you. This is crazy!”

“Crazy?!” he snapped. “Three years ago, you drugged me, Scarlett. You forced me to… to do things I never would have done willingly. We had sex, you got pregnant and had my child! My child! And then ran off to hide him. Do you think I’m a fool?”

In that moment, my pulse was pounding so hard it hurt.

His words made no sense, but the anger in his voice… it was terrifying.

“You’re insane!” I shouted suddenly. Tears filled my eyes, and my voice cracked as I begged, “Please, let me go. I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’ve never even been with a man. I swear!”

His laughter was sharp and bitter. “Never been with a man, huh? Is that your story now?” He leaned in closer, his face just inches from mine. “You really expect me to believe that after what you did to me?”

I couldn’t take it anymore. My body moved without thinking. I threw myself off the bed, my feet hitting the floor as I ran for the door.

My fingers grazed the cold metal of the doorknob when a strong hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back with so much force I thought my shoulder might dislocate.

“Let me go or I'll call the police,” I screamed, twisting and kicking, but he was too strong. He threw me back onto the bed like I weighed nothing.

Before I could get up, he was on top of me, pinning me down with his hands gripping my wrists.

“You, my dear, are not going anywhere. Not until you tell me the truth.”

“I am telling the truth!” I cried. “Please, just listen to me! I don’t know you! I’ve never met you before today! And I don’t even have a child! You've got the wrong person!”

His grip on my wrists grew even stronger.

“You’re a good liar,” he said softly, almost like he was impressed. “But I’m better at seeing through lies. You’re not going to fool me, Scarlett.”

I shook my head furiously, fear gripping my chest. “Please, just let me go!”

He ignored my pleas, his voice dropping to a near growl. “If you don’t tell me where my child is, I’ll find another way to make you talk. Do you understand me?”

I froze. He didn't look like he was joking. There was no mercy in his eyes, no hint of kindness. He didn’t care about me—only about this child he was so sure I had hidden.

“Please, oh god please” I whispered, my voice shaking. “You have to believe me. I’m not her. I don’t know you. I really don’t know anything.”

He leaned in closer, so close that I could feel his breath on my face.

I turned my head away, squeezing my eyes shut as fresh tears spilled down my cheeks.

This couldn’t be real. It had to be a nightmare. Any second now, I would wake up in my own bed, safe and sound.

But his grip on my wrists was too real. The weight of his body pinning me down was too real.

And his voice, cold and unforgiving, was the most real of all.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

I didn’t move.

“I said, look at me.”

Slowly, I turned my head back, opening my eyes to meet his. His gaze was like ice, freezing me in place.

“This is your last chance, Scarlett,” he said, his voice as sharp as a blade. “Tell me where my child is, or I’ll make you wish you had.”

“I HAVE NEVER EVEN HAD SEX!” I snapped.

His eyes narrowed. "Fine," he said coldly. "Since you love lying so much, I'll make you see for yourself whether or not you've had sex!"

“What?”

Before I knew what was happening, he tore off my clothes with ease and his hands started roaming over my exposed skin.

My heart raced as I felt his touch, and somehow my body betrayed me even as I tried to struggle against him.

“No. Please stop,” I whispered weakly.

"You're mine now, Scarlett," he growled, his lips finding my neck. I couldn't help but moan as he bit down gently.

His hands explored every inch of my body, his fingers finding my most sensitive spots. I squirmed under him, unable to deny the pleasure that was consuming me.

“Please. Stop. Let me go.” I struggled to control the intense feeling that was taking over me. At that moment, I started to feel myself becoming wet.

As if that wasn't enough, his fingers delved inside me, fucking me roughly as I moaned and gasped beneath him.

I was so wet, so ready for him. I couldn't deny it any longer.

"Please," I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. "Let me go."

He completely ignored me and instead quickened the pace with his fingers.

I didn't want to enjoy it, I swear I didn't. But the feeling… it was maddeningly pleasurable. Whatever he was doing to me, I didn't want him to stop.

Fuck! I felt like… it was so intense.

After a while, he suddenly stopped, and for a moment, I thought it was over, I really thought he was going to let me go. But then to my surprise l, he adjusted and positioned himself between my legs, his cock hard and ready.

The moment I realized what the hell was about to happen, I panicked.

“Don't…” I managed to say before he pushed inside me, filling me completely.

I cried out as my body stretched to accommodate him.

In that moment, all I could feel was pain… unbearable pain, especially below—it was as if I were about to explode.

“Please, I'm begging you. Please stop. Don't do this.”

“Shut the hell up and stay still!”

He then began to thrust harder and faster, his balls slapping against my ass.

It was uncomfortable at first, but then… suddenly, I…I began to enjoy it.

My screams of pain turned into moans of pleasure.

His dick was so big that it hurt, but I couldn't help but enjoy the sensation of being… filled up.

As he reached his climax, he pulled out of me and came all over my stomach, his white hot seed covering my skin.

I felt disgusted, but I knew there was nothing I could do about it.

He collapsed onto the bed next to me, his breathing heavy and labored. I lay there, my body sore and bruised, my mind reeling from what had just happened.

Did I just let a stranger take my virginity? Did I just… just let him take advantage of me?