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Margarette felt as if her soul was leaving her body. She was trembling as her skin went white. Her heartbeat was beating so fast that she might have a heart attack any moment from now. A gun pointed at someone's head right in front of her own eyes. And it wasn't even just someone, it was Clarise whom she considered as her friend in this establishment since she got here. Xavier was furious, to say the least. Anyone could feel the murderous intent of his eyes and the suffocating aura he emits. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Clarise with such a look that will make your knees tremble. And Clarise was the perfect example of that right now. She was trembling so much in fear, as if at any moment she would piss on her own pants. Cold sweat trickled down on her back as she stood motionless with a gun pointed against her temple. "Clarise..." Margarette uttered, hopeless. Her personal maid shouldn't be the one to blame. It was her. She was the one who insisted on coming here, not the
Xavier has this soft, gentle smile on his face as he gazes at her. Margarette trembled in fear. He was unrecognisable. It was as if she was looking at a stranger in front of her. "S-Sir..." she whispered, a lump suddenly clogged in her throat. She doesn't know what to say. The longer she stared at him, the more she couldn't recognize him. Her palpitations were increasing but at the same she was getting more and more pale. "You're such a temptress, doll. Wouldn't you agree?" he huskily asked. His arm was supporting her weak body whilst his other hand was caressing her pale face. His eyes burned with false tenderness. "W-What are you going to d-do...?" she shakily said. Even though afraid, she didn't look away from him. He suddenly smirked. "How bold," he uttered, amused. All of a sudden, his hand wrapped itself around her throat. He lifted her up by holding her neck, suffocating her. Her eyes widened as her feet began to leave the ground. "What am I going to do, you say?" he asked
Her body was trembling, but it was no longer because of fear, rather it was because of the utmost pleasure she was getting from what he did to her. It wasn't a bad feeling at all. In fact, although she's embarrassed to say this, she enjoyed it very much. So much that she's still shaking up until now, unable to recover from the pleasure he gave.He chuckled in amusement. He licked his fingers clean as he stared darkly at Margarette. His eyes were flaming with desire. His cock was throbbing painfully in his pants.She wasn't able to fully recover her strength when she suddenly felt a movement on top of her. Shocked, she stared wide-eyed as Xavier took out his huge member."W-Wait—" he cut her off."Hush... aren't you feeling bad? I've made you come. It's time for you to repay it." He held his cock and stroked it slowly. Her attention went to it and she gulped at how big it was. Even though it was literally deep buried inside her last night, she is still not used to it and it still hurts
She inhaled harshly as his words surprised her. It was surprising that she immediately understood what his words were, but it was still a shock to her that he would say such a thing. It makes her face flustered. She reluctantly stood up, looking at his eager expression on his face. She doesn't have the heart to refuse such a request."Okay..." she timidly answered. She swallowed, hard, as she battled what to do next. She bit her bottom lip, unsure of what to do. "Uh..."As if he immediately understood the dilemma she's having, he chuckled. "Come here.""H-Huh?""Straddle me." He took her hand and pulled her down to his body. Their lips instantly met. She moaned upon feeling his soft lips against hers. She closed her eyes as he moved his lips, kissing her gently—passionately. Unlike how he kissed her earlier with aggressiveness. She let out another moans of delight. At first she didn't dare move her lips, but as the moment went by, she eventually got carried away and began to kiss him b
"Have you forgiven me already?" she asked with that innocent look on her face. Her voice was weak yet her eyes were glinting with hope. He was taken aback. She took him by surprise which left him speechless.Seeing that the latter seemed unwilling to answer her, she sighed and rested her cheek on his bare, chiselled chest. She listened to his heartbeat and found it fascinating to listen to—like a symphony. It was pleasing to the ears. It only reminds that he was still a human after all. Even though he nearly transformed into a demon earlier, he's still a man. A person with a beating heart. With life.Margarette knew that she had made a mistake. She had angered him by talking to his brother. She's naive and doesn't understand that talking to another man may be inappropriate. She blamed herself for being stupid and clueless about the world. She felt so stupid.And so, she decided to talk to him and ask for forgiveness. She feared that he would throw her out. She doesn't have a place to
Life is really unpredictable. One minute you were only battling for survival, the next second you were sacrificing your own life to someone who isn't even the slightest related to you. Ironic, isn't it?Margarette almost couldn't recognize herself. What was she doing? Isn't the reason why she escaped because she wants to live? Isn't it the reason why she didn't complain about being sold to an auction because she wants to survive? But how come she almost got herself killed last night?It was still a wonder for her. It was a wonder how she was able to take the bullet instead of letting it shoot through another person's heart.Perhaps, it was just instinct.She's one of those people who easily gets attached to another person. Or perhaps, she's just too lonely to even lose another person in her life. Either way, she's not regretting it.A part of her was terrified of what Xavier was capable of. She's afraid that those people around her would get hurt if he's provoked. She doesn't want tha
Married? Has she heard it right? There is no way they would be getting married at this day—at this hour at that. It was utterly unannounced and unexpected. What's gotten into him to decide they would be getting married all of a sudden? However, as though she was shocked, something in her belly rumbled as her heartbeat went insanely fast and loud. Perhaps, it was butterflies. What is this kind of feeling? Why does she feel this way right now? It seems as though the air was becoming hard to take in. She can't breathe evenly as everything suddenly becomes overwhelming. She stood there, dumbfounded. Out of nowhere, Reezha appeared holding another ring. She handed it to Margarette who seemed still to be in dazed. When she felt that Reezha put something on her hand, she finally snapped and looked down on her palm. It was a ring, the same one with the ring that Xavier was holding. Though it was kinda big and less feminine than it. "Good evening, everyone. We have gathered here to witnes
They stayed in the safe room for like about an hour. Margarette was too embarrassed to open her mouth and have a conversation with the twins, so she decided to close her eyes. When she opened it, the door had already opened up and Alexander immediately went to his children. "Let's go home," he said in a rather rushed voice. Reezha instantly stood up from sitting on the couch and ran towards her father to give him a hug. While Areesh just calmly stood up from sitting on the map at the fireplace. He nodded his head. "Is everything okay now?" "There's nothing to be worried about, dear. Everything has been taken care of, so let's get back home. I'm sure you two are tired." "Yes, yes. Let's go home!" Reezha said quite eagerly. Margarette just sat there on the single couch and watched their interaction. When Areesh finally exited the room, Alexander glanced at me briefly before he closed the door behind him, leaving her all alone in the quiet and lonely room. She sighed and lowered her
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