The morning light streamed into the unfamiliar room, casting a disorienting glow on Rosette's surroundings. Still lying in bed, she felt a throbbing ache in her head and a heaviness that suggested a night of excess. As she opened her blue eyes, she found herself in a place she couldn’t recognize. Panic settled in as she struggled to recall the events that had led her to this unfamiliar place. Attempting to make sense of the foggy memories, Rosette's disorientation intensified. She looked around, trying to make out of the place she was possibly in. but she cannot remember a thing. Is she in a stranger`s house? What happened? A gasp left her lips as she realized that she must’ve went with a man after drinking a lot in that bar last night. A sense of vulnerability swept over her, amplified by the realization that she was without clothes. Anxiety gripped her as she grappled with the unknown, and a panic attack loomed on the horizon. In the midst of her distress, the door connecting to
The soft glow of morning light streamed through the curtained windows, casting a delicate warmth across the room where Rosette found herself. Disoriented and determined, she quietly tiptoed towards the door, her bare feet making minimal sound against the cool floor.She need to leave. She can’t stay here any longer. She will not allow herself be entangled with his web of confusing words and affection. She had enough, and she could only endure that much.Her heart raced with each step, fueled by a mix of fear and desperation. The room seemed to hold its breath as Rosette carefully turned the doorknob, hoping to slip away unnoticed. However, the creaking hinges betrayed her intentions, and just as the door began to inch open, a strong arm shot out, preventing her escape.“You are not going anywhere, my love,” he whispered against her ear, making her shiver.Khein, ever watchful, had sensed her attempt to flee. His presence loomed behind her, a silent force that thwarted her every effort
Frantically searching the room for her phone, Rosette's fingers danced across surfaces, seeking the familiar shape and cool touch of the device. The dim light added an extra layer of difficulty to her quest, shadows playing tricks on her senses. When her hand finally closed around the phone, a fleeting sense of relief surged through her—perhaps a lifeline to the outside world awaited. Her fingers, guided by both desperation and hope, danced across the screen as she swiped, tapped, and navigated through the device's features. She has to contact her family. She`s been kidnapped. It was against her will to come all the way here. Heck, she didn’t even expect him to suddenly show up! The phone, once a portal to connections and solace, now transformed into an instrument of despair. No bars, no signal—just an empty void that mirrored the isolation pressing down on her. “Fuck…” she uttered, exasperated. How the hell on earth there is no signal?! Are they on a very remote area?! How come?!
Rosette`s POV As I waited for him to finish showering, I sat on the bed with my arms crossed, a surge of determination coursing through me. There were numerous questions swirling in my mind, and I felt a pressing need to unearth the truth. I refused to linger in the shadows; I deserved clarity, and it was time to compel him to reveal the answers I sought. However, when he emerged from the shower, clad only in a towel that modestly covered his lower half, my well-intentioned conversation momentarily wavered. His physique, displayed before me, proved to be a distracting spectacle, and for a brief moment, I found myself inadvertently checking him out. He approached with an air of nonchalance, the droplets from his recent shower glistening on his bare chest. The tension in the room seemed to thicken as he sat down, the towel clinging modestly to his lower half. I took a deep breath, attempting to dispel the fleeting distraction his presence caused. "You've got questions," he stated, hi
In that moment, we both seemed to understand each other without saying much. The tension in the room started to ease, and instead of accusations, there was a quiet agreement that we both had some things to figure out. The newfound clarity felt like a fresh start, an opportunity to talk openly and fix any cracks in our relationship. It was like a small light in the room, showing us the way to a better future together. "Khein, things are all messed up. How do we even…. fix this and move on?" I asked, unsure of what the future held. The tension from our recent talk lingered, and it felt like we had a lot of work ahead to put things back together. I don`t know. Even though we had it already talked, I am still uncertain and kinda doubtful if we could still make it work. I`m afraid i`ll only mess things up, again. He reached for my hands, a gentle warmth in his touch. "We start by being honest with each other. No more secrets, no more running away." His sincerity tugged at the barriers I
As I stood at the sink, hands deep in soapy water, a pair of familiar arms gently wrapped around my waist from behind. The initial surprise jolted me, but I soon relaxed into the embrace, leaning back against Khein.Khein's voice, soft and reassuring, accompanied the comforting touch. "I hope you don't mind the interruption," he said, his breath warm against my ear.I turned my head slightly, meeting his eyes with a smile. "Not at all. It's a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?"He chuckled, the sound reverberating through the small kitchen. "Just wanted to sneak up on you and steal a moment. You looked lost in thought."I smirked, conceding, "Guilty as charged. It's been one of those days."Khein tightened his grip, and we stood there in easy silence for a moment.He broke the quiet, "It's cool to get lost in thought, you know. But it's also cool to share those thoughts. So spill, what's on your mind?"I laughed, appreciating the shift from routine to a more lighthearted convers
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KHEIN`S POVI found myself standing there, fixated on the disappearing glow of Rosey's car. She just left with her siblings before the ball could even end. It's like my whole world was crumbling with each passing moment, and my fist involuntarily clenched as if trying to hold onto the fragments. The night air was heavy with the sting of regret, and the ache in my chest was almost too much to bear.Rosey's departure felt like a brutal twist of fate, and the emptiness she left behind seemed vast and insurmountable. Each heartbeat echoed the painful rhythm of her exit. The vulnerability in that moment was palpable, and the gravity of the situation held me in its grip."Isn't it something to watch her drive away like that?" Amanda remarked, her tone a mix of playfulness and sarcasm.Unable to bear the mocking any longer, I shot her a glare and gruffly told her to back off. Yet, Amanda's laughter persisted, seemingly impervious to the gravity of the situation. Her amusement heightened the
Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didn’t expect him to be back all of a sudden. Perhaps, it is a good thing as well."I don't want to stay here anymore," I declared with a steely gaze, my determination to leave this house firm in my mind. The sense of betrayal had eroded my trust in everyone around me, leaving me with a deep-seated desire to escape. "I will leave this house," I added, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within.His eyes sharpened, and the tension in the room heightened as he gritted his teeth. My heart raced, but I maintained a composed exterior, unwilling to let him perceive any vulnerability. "Leave, you say? Ophelia, this is our house," he retorted after a brief pause, his voice laced with controlled intensity as if he were suppressing an inner turmoil. "You cannot leave."“Why not?” I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. “Why can’t I leave?”“Because I don’
Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didn’t expect him to be back all of a sudden. Perhaps, it is a good thing as well."I don't want to stay here anymore," I declared with a steely gaze, my determination to leave this house firm in my mind. The sense of betrayal had eroded my trust in everyone around me, leaving me with a deep-seated desire to escape. "I will leave this house," I added, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within.His eyes sharpened, and the tension in the room heightened as he gritted his teeth. My heart raced, but I maintained a composed exterior, unwilling to let him perceive any vulnerability. "Leave, you say? Ophelia, this is our house," he retorted after a brief pause, his voice laced with controlled intensity as if he were suppressing an inner turmoil. "You cannot leave."“Why not?” I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. “Why can’t I leave?”“Because I don’
I've already made up my mind. I'll leave this place. I don't think there was a reason to stay. They were all lying to me, blatantly telling me lies that were obvious. They were deceiving me.Staying became increasingly challenging, especially since my husband, the supposed anchor for my presence here, was consistently absent. Despite their claims of my marriage, their inability to provide any evidence, not even a picture from my own wedding, added to my growing sense of disillusionment.I hung around for a while, hopeful that they'd eventually come clean. Unfortunately, that never happened – not even a bit.It became disheartening and hard to trust anyone.Disappointment settled in, directed at every individual under this roof.Leaving now feels not just necessary but also freeing. Staying doesn't do anything for me anymore. The lies have unraveled, showing a truth that lines up with what I've been feeling.I waited until everyone in the mansion was sound asleep before putting my esca
“Ma’am, your husband has already left,” Emma said, her tone cautious as she addressed me. These days, I wasn't in the best of moods, not because of any lingering sickness, but due to the nagging feeling that something was being kept from me. “He has left for work, and he’ll probably be back a week from now or so.” I nodded silently, then took a sip of the tea she had prepared for me. The revelation that my husband had left bothered me, but I chose not to show it. Why should I care or worry? After all, he didn’t even come to bid farewell himself, so why should I react as if I were genuinely disappointed. “Tell me, Emma,” I uttered, my tone seeking answers. “What were we like as a married couple before I lost my memories?” Caught off guard, Emma hesitated, her usually composed demeanor faltering for a moment. I closed my eyes briefly, taking a deep breath to steady myself before opening them again to face her. “I-I really didn’t know much, ma’am," she admitted, her words coming out
I was back to square one. My husband appeared to be keeping something from me, and I couldn't shake that feeling.When I inquired if he was worried, he didn't respond. Instead, he abruptly left the room, seemingly ignoring my question completely. I felt bewildered and offended. Is he truly my husband? Why isn't he behaving like one?Following that incident, he didn't visit or contact me to check on my well-being. I felt disappointed.But then again, it couldn't be helped.Days passed, and the absence of my husband weighed on me. The unanswered questions and the growing void in our interactions left me grappling with a sense of isolation. I yearned for some connection, for reassurance, but he remained elusive."He hasn't visited or even checked on me. Is this how a husband should act?" I questioned, my voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and sadness.Emma, always composed, offered a reassuring smile. "People cope with difficult situations in different ways, Miss Ophelia. Perhaps
I took a deep breath as I followed him into his office. The man, who claimed to be my husband, seated himself at the desk with casual ease. I stood there, feeling like a fool, waiting for his next command. His expression soured when he saw me hesitating. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his jaws clenching in annoyance. I blinked, my mind still trying to process the overwhelming information he had just laid upon me. I was shocked and utterly disoriented, unable to pull myself together and act with a rational mind. I felt like a leaf, caught in the unpredictable currents of this surreal situation. "What?" he snapped. "Come here." I slowly and reluctantly walked over to his side, my thoughts still swirling with the revelations. When I was close enough, my husband extended his arms towards me. I hesitated, glancing at his outstretched arm. "I won't hurt you, okay? So come here now," he said, annoyance evident in his voice. Biting my lower lip, cheeks burning with embarrassment, I g
Staring into his stunning blue eyes, which revealed no emotion, I couldn't help but notice his tall, masculine figure—undeniably handsome and attractive. Despite his physical perfection, I hesitated to accept him as my husband. In my dreams, the man who claimed that role held me with warmth and tenderness, his gaze filled with affection. The contrast between those dreams and the current reality was stark.The man in front of me felt distant, his demeanor cold and uninviting. An invisible barrier seemed to separate us, making it hard for me to connect the dream figure with the person standing before me. The discrepancy between the dream's warmth and the real-world chill heightened my confusion and left me questioning the authenticity of this man's claim to be my husband.I must have stood there like an idiot for what felt like an eternity. My gaze was fixed on him, my lips parting and closing like a gaping fish. Describing my state as surprised would be a severe understatement—I was ut
It felt as though the world had turned upside down, my head throbbing painfully as I attempted to recall the events that transpired during my time in a coma. The last tangible memory I could grasp was being in... a dark room.And beyond that point, my recollections became an impenetrable fog, leaving me grappling with the disorienting void that stretched between the past and my current state of consciousness.I gazed at the coffee cradled in my hands, its warmth and the sweet aroma wafting up, stirring a nostalgic feeling within me. Yet, my mind struggled to unravel the threads of memory, unable to pinpoint when or where I had last experienced this sensation. Was this scenario familiar, or was it a moment my consciousness had yet to encounter?“It’s time for your medicine now, ma’am,” Emma said as she handed me the pills that I have been taking for a month. Yes, it has been a month, and up until now I was still pondering what really happened, who am I, and where the hell I am. The onl
I jolted awake, gasping for breath, my eyes fluttering open to the harsh reality of my bedroom. Sweat trickled down from my forehead, soaking through the sheets as I grappled with the remnants of a haunting dream—a nightmare that lingered in my waking mind. As I lay there, heart racing and senses on high alert, I couldn't shake off the lingering unease that the dream left in its wake. The echo of a distant scream, the shadows that danced malevolently in the corners of my mind—everything felt vivid and disconcerting. I took a deep breath, attempting to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. Yet, the tendrils of fear still clung stubbornly, leaving me with an unsettling awareness that the boundary between dreams and reality was thinner than I had ever imagined. "Good morning," a voice suddenly exclaimed, prompting me to turn my gaze towards its source. There stood a woman in her mid-twenties, adorned in what appeared to be a maid's uniform. A tray laden with breakfast delicacies res