Adrian POVI was circulating among the various businessmen, engaging in polite conversation, when I heard Sarahโs voice. I turned and was momentarily speechless. Her dressโฆit was exquisite. It fit her perfectly, accentuating her curves in a way that was both elegant and provocative. Her hair, cascading down her shoulders, framed her face, making her look incredibly desirable. I noticed every male gaze in the room lingering on her, their eyes filled with admiration, and something possessive stirred within me. I pulled her closer, wrapping my arm around her waist, a silent declaration that she was mine.As I spoke with Mr. Groff, I saw Sarah excuse herself and head towards the bar. I watched her take a seat, a slight frown on her face. Just as I was about to make my way over to her, Jessica appeared at my side, her hand slipping possessively onto my arm."You look beautiful, love," I whispered to Jessica, offering her a small smile. She blushed, clearly pleased by the compliment.Jessic
Sarah POVThe car screeched to a halt in front of the imposing gates of the mansion. I flinched as Adrianโs hand, which had been gripping mine tightly throughout the ride, loosened. I quickly pulled my hand away, the lingering pressure a reminder of his barely controlled fury. I stepped out of the car, the cool night air a stark contrast to the simmering tension within me. My heart pounded in my chest as I walked towards my room, a sense of unease settling in my stomach. I was confused, troubled. Adrianโs outburst had been so sudden, so disproportionate to what I perceived as a harmless interaction with Justin. To me, the hug had been nothing more than a friendly farewell, a gesture of closure. But Adrian had twisted it into something ugly, something malicious. His unpredictable moods were a constant source of anxiety, and I knew that confronting him in his current state would be futile. It was best to avoid him, to give him time to cool down, before attempting to understand the root
Sarah POVWith a chilling finality, he threw me onto the bed, the impact jarring my already fragile state. He moved with a terrifying swiftness, stripping off his clothes, his eyes never leaving mine. Panic clawed at my throat. I knew what was coming, and I scrambled off the bed, desperate for escape. The bathroom, the nearest sanctuary, was my only option. I ran towards it, but he was faster. He grabbed me by the waist, his grip like iron, yanking me back towards him. The force of his pull sent me stumbling, and his hand connected with my cheek in another stinging slap. He had already shed all his clothes except for his boxers, his body radiating a menacing heat. His eyes, a mixture of lust and hatred, were fixed on me, sending shivers of fear down my spine.He forced me back onto the bed, his weight pinning me down, trapping me between his legs. No, this canโt be happening, I thought, my mind reeling. This canโt be real."Adrian, please," I begged, my voice trembling. "Don't do this.
Sarah POVThe assault continued, his movements brutal and relentless. He flipped me onto my hands and knees, his grip on my hair painfully tight. I braced myself, anticipating the next wave of his rage, but instead, heโฆhe entered me. From behind. The pain was immediate, sharp, and excruciating. It felt as though my soul was being ripped from my body. I cried out, a strangled sob escaping my lips, but he paid no attention. His reflection in the mirror showed his enjoyment of my suffering, his face contorted in a mask of cruel satisfaction. He continued to thrust, his movements merciless, each one a fresh wave of agony. His nails dug into my lower back, leaving deep, red marks that burned like fire.When he finally reached his climax, a guttural groan escaping his lips, he pulled out, the sudden absence of his presence almost as painful as his intrusion. He flipped me back onto my back, his eyes cold and detached. He released his seed onto my neck and breasts, the warm, sticky fluid a f
Adrian POVThe aftermath was a blur of raw emotion. I lay there, on the bed, my body aching, my mind reeling. I didn't know what had come over me. The images of Sarah and Justin, the whispers of their past, had ignited a firestorm of rage within me. The thought of her with another man, of her giving him what I craved, drove me to madness. I heard her pleas, her cries, but they were muffled by the roaring in my ears. I was determined to punish her, to make her understand that she was mine, to control, to possess. She is mine to love, to hate, to torture. The thought echoed in my mind, a twisted justification for my actions.Seeing her smooth, white skin, and feeling her body beneath mine, ignited a desire within me, a perverse satisfaction that I hated myself for feeling. Despite my anger, despite the revulsion I felt for my actions, I couldn't deny the pleasure I derived from dominating her, from hearing her moans, even though they were cries of pain. After the brutal encounter, I lef
Adrian POVThe mansion loomed before me, a stark reminder of the previous nightโs events. I parked the car and walked towards the imposing front door, my footsteps echoing in the silence. Inside, the house felt empty, devoid of Sarahโs presence. A wave of unease washed over me. I rushed upstairs to her room, my heart pounding in my chest. I knocked on her door, calling her name, but there was no response. A knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.The room was eerily silent, the air thick with unspoken tension. The sight that greeted me was disturbing. Her dress from the gala lay discarded on the floor, a crumpled heap of velvet. Her undergarments, torn and ripped, were scattered nearby, stark reminders of my anger, my violence. The bed sheets were rumpled and stained, a dark, crimson blotch marring the pristine white. My blood ran cold as I stared at the stain. She couldnโt beโฆ The thought echoed in my mind, a confusing mix of guilt and disb
Adrian POVI returned to the car, the image of Sarah sitting on the couch, so vulnerable and yet so defiant, still fresh in my mind. I waited, my fingers drumming impatiently on the steering wheel. After about five minutes, she emerged from the house, the blond man, Dean, trailing behind her. They stood at the doorway, their conversation inaudible from my vantage point. Sarah waved goodbye, a small, almost hesitant gesture. But then, the blond man pulled her into a lingering hug,a hug that lasted a beat too longand kissed her cheek, whispering something that made her blush. A surge of possessive anger, hot and irrational, coursed through me. I clenched my fists, my knuckles white, and stabbed at the horn, the sharp blast cutting through the quiet.Sarah pulled away from the hug, her eyes meeting mine across the distance. She walked towards the car, her expression unreadable. As she got in, I was about to unleash a barrage of questions about the blond man, about their relationship, w
Sarah POV"You need to be my personal whore until the resort project is completed." Adrianโs words echoed in my mind, a constant, sickening reminder of his callous demand. Three days had passed since he uttered those vile words, three days of forced confinement, three days of simmering rage and growing despair. I was trapped, a prisoner in my own gilded cage. He had instructed his security detail to ensure I didn't leave the mansion, and, adding insult to injury, had even hired a personal bodyguard to shadow my every move whenever he was away.How could anyone be so shameless, so utterly disgusting? I thought bitterly, pacing the confines of my room. The humiliation of that night, the brutal violation of my body and my spirit, was a wound that refused to heal. And now, this. This blatant attempt to control every aspect of my life, to reduce me to nothing more than a possession, a plaything. It was unbearable.My anxiety was escalating with each passing hour. My absence from Amario Ent
Sarah POVAlessandroโs gaze lingered on me, his deep brown eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation. I could feel the weight of his emotions pressing between us uncertainty, longing, fear. His jaw was tense, as if he was holding back words he wasnโt sure he was ready to say."Alessandro, you're right to ask," I said, my voice steady, though my heart was pounding. "I don't care about Adrian, I care about you. What happened to him... it was a moment of confusion, a mistake. I've realized that my heart has always been with you. That's why I told him we needed distance. I want you to know that you're the only one I want to be with."He exhaled slowly, crossing his arms over his chest, his posture still guarded. I could almost see the battle playing out in his mindโthe part of him that wanted to believe me and the part that still held onto the pain of the past."And Adrian?" he asked finally, his voice softer now but firm. "What happens if he doesn't stay away?"I shook my head, step
Sarah POVA lump formed in my throat at the tenderness in his tone. I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.โMe too,โ I whispered back. โIโm so glad weโve been able to work through everything. Iโm committed to us, Alessandro. I want you to know that.โHis hold on me tightened slightly, and he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of my head.โI know,โ he said. โAnd Iโm committed to us too. Whatever comes our way, weโll face it together.โAs exhaustion pulled me into sleep, I felt a rare sense of peace settle over me. The doubts that had once gnawed at the edges of my mind were beginning to fade, replaced by the quiet certainty that Alessandro and I were on the right path.But even as I embraced that sense of calm, a small part of me couldnโt ignore the lingering weight of Adrianโs last message. His words echoed in my thoughts more often than I wanted to admit. There was something unresolved there, something that refused to fade into the backg
Sarah POVHis words carried an unmistakable edge of jealousy, laced with something deeper frustration, maybe even desperation. I could hear it in the way Adrian spoke, the way he hesitated just a fraction of a second before choosing his words. He wasnโt ready to let go, that much was obvious. But I had already made my decision.I wasnโt going to let the past interfere with the fragile, beautiful thing Alessandro and I were rebuilding.Instead of answering Adrian right away, I chose to ignore the message, setting my phone aside with a steadying breath. The temptation to respond, to offer him some kind of closure, gnawed at me, but I resisted. The best thing I could do for myself for my relationship was to keep my distance. Even if it hurt.So I threw myself into work that day, immersing myself in tasks, focusing on anything that kept my mind from drifting back to Adrianโs lingering words. But even as I busied myself with emails and meetings, I felt the weight of the unresolved tension
Sarah POVHis words settled deep within me, reassuring me in a way I hadnโt realized I needed. But there was still one more thing I had to say, a truth that needed to be voiced.โI wanted to let you know that I spoke to Adrian,โ I admitted, watching his face carefully. โI told him we needed some space. I want you to know that youโre my priority, and I wonโt let anything or anyone come between us.โFor a moment, Alessandro didnโt say anything. His expression was unreadable, but then his shoulders dropped slightly, and he exhaled a breath he had probably been holding for too long. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady, appreciative. โThank you for that, Sarah. I appreciate it. Iโve been worried about how much heโs been around, but I didnโt want to pressure you.โI gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. โI understand,โ I murmured. โBut you donโt need to worry. Iโm committed to making this work. Weโve come too far to let anything get in the way now.โHis thumb brushed over my knuckles,
Sarah POVSarah's POVAs the days passed after Adrian's unexpected visit, the tension between Alessandro and me began to ease. We had successfully navigated a difficult moment, but I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that Adrian's presence was still a looming threat to our relationship. Even when things felt light and easy between Alessandro and me, a small, anxious voice in the back of my mind kept whispering reminders of the pastโof Adrianโs influence, of the confusion he stirred within me. I knew I had to confront the situation head-on, not just for Alessandro's sake, but for my own peace of mind.It was a bright, clear afternoon when I finally decided to send a message to Adrian. The sun streamed in through the curtains, casting golden patterns on the floor, but despite the warmth of the day, I felt an unmistakable chill settle in my bones. The words didnโt come easily, but I knew they were necessary.Message to Adrian:Hi Adrian, I think we must maintain some distance for a whil
Sarah POVBeside me, Alessandro shifts. His voice is calm, firm, but thereโs an unmistakable edge to it. โWeโve been trying to focus on our relationship and work through things together. I appreciate your concern, but I think itโs important for us to handle this on our own.โAdrianโs gaze flicks to Alessandro, and for a moment, the air crackles with unspoken tension. Then he looks back at me. โI get it. I just didnโt realize how deep things were between you two. I guess Iโm still trying to understand where I fit into all of this.โA pang of something guilt, frustration, maybe both presses against my ribs. I take a deep breath, steadying myself. โAdrian, you have to understand that Iโm trying to rebuild my relationship with Alessandro. Iโve made it clear that I need to focus on that, and your presence here complicates things.โFor the first time since he arrived, something in Adrianโs expression shifts. His shoulders relax just slightly, and some of the steeliness in his eyes fades. Th
Sarah POVThe tension in the kitchen is thick enough to cut with a knife. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the rich aroma of butter sizzling in the pan, but none of it is enough to mask the growing unease settling over the room. Adrian takes a seat at the table without waiting for an invitation, his movements deliberate yet casual, as if trying to stake a claim on the moment. I sense Alessandroโs eyes on me, his concern pressing against my skin like a silent question. He doesnโt have to say anythingโI already know heโs on high alert.I try to steady my nerves, pushing down the wave of anxiety clawing its way up my chest. This unexpected visit could be nothing more than an awkward inconvenience, a minor speed bump on the road Alessandro and I are rebuilding. Or it could be the kind of turning point that shifts the entire course of our relationship.I glance at Alessandro, searching for reassurance in the warm depths of his gaze. He gives me a small, firm nodโsilent suppo
Sarah POVWe move in perfect harmony in the kitchen, our bodies falling into an effortless rhythm as we prepare breakfast together. The scent of sizzling butter and warm spices fills the air, mingling with the quiet hum of our laughter. Itโs easy, natural like slipping into a well-worn routine.Alessandro reaches for the same cutting board as I do, his fingers grazing mine. The brief contact sends a spark through me, and I glance up at him, my breath hitching slightly. He notices. His lips curl into a knowing smile, and for a moment, the rest of the world fades away.โYouโre distracted,โ he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.I smirk, shaking my head. โYou wish.โHis laugh is low and warm, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. As the food on the stove begins to sizzle, Alessandro gently nudges me with his hip, pulling me closer to him. His touch is light, almost teasing, but thereโs something deeper in the way he looks at me.โSarah,โ he says, his voice dropping into a w
Sarah POVThe kitchen is bathed in warm morning light as I start gathering ingredients. I pull my hair up into a loose bun and tie Alessandroโs oversized hoodie around my waist, enjoying the familiar scent of him clinging to the fabric. The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, and I hum softly as I chop vegetables and whisk eggs. Thereโs something so soothing about the simplicity of this momentโabout the act of creating something with my own hands for someone I care about.I heat up the pan and begin making the pancakes, savoring the familiar rhythm of cooking. The sizzle of batter hitting the hot skillet and the rich aroma of butter melting fill the room, making my stomach grumble in anticipation. Iโm plating the first batch when I hear Alessandroโs footsteps approaching from down the hall.He walks into the kitchen, his hair tousled from sleep, the sleeves of his t-shirt pushed up haphazardly. A sleepy smile graces his lips as he rubs at his eyes. "Good morning," he says, h