Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Willing Captive: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

I closed the huge oak door of my room with a soft click, close my eyes before releasing a long sigh of everything I'm feeling while leaning half of my weight against the warm wood.The smell and the usual warmth of my room came to me in a melodic wave of nostalgia. Suddenly, I felt faint as the feeling of suffocating restraints boarded up since I was a child started to flood with the memories. The warmth I felt a moment ago was suddenly replaced with the kind of coldness that seeps through the bone.This is not home. It's prison.When I was a child I marveled and cherish every little time and attention they gave me while trying to contend myself in the small world I was confined to. But as I grew older the world I had made for myself became suffocating to the brink of insanity. Still, I tried to live and build a life in any way could until my father announced that I am to marry Roman Hernandez.That had been the breaking point.I slump on the floor

 “I want you to ruin me,”I knew the moment my words got through Roman when his face morphed into a face of a schoolboy who doesn't know what to do. I should applaud myself for accomplishing such a feat but to be perfectly honest, most of my courage came from the alcohol I just drank, making me lose half of my inhibitions and footing.And I feel hot.Perhaps asking Roman to ruin me was going too far. Most of the words I blurted out came from the movie Lena made me watch once. The woman in that movie was a siren—a seductress born to dominate men, someone I couldn't be. Though, I couldn't explain the rush of something foreign and alive when I saw the unadulterated desire flash through Roman's amber eyes.The urge to lick my lips was intense but I held myself instead I bit my lower lip to stop my tongue from darting out.Wrong move.Before I could grasp what had happened, I felt the loss of my weight as I was spun

Where have you been?” the sound of my mother's voice early in the morning gritted my nerves as I exit from my walk-in closet, holding a black flowery dress that reaches just above my knees. I wouldn't wear it though. The dress was just an alibi.As I entered the secret door of my closet I had heard my mother calling my name from the entrance of my quarters and grab the closest dress I saw.I can't have her looking at me suspiciously especially now that I suddenly decided to marry the man who was the very reason I ran away.“Mother,” I bobbed my head, acknowledging her presence. The Queen stood, regal in the middle of my chamber, her nose stuck, high in the air. She looks impeccable and classy, a picturesque of a true Royal.I feel cold and detached from her, something she probably didn't expect from her naive and obedient daughter. A flicker of disappointment flashed in her eyes before she blink it away, replaced with her practiced smile

I came down with a beaming smile on my face like Roman asked me to with the exception of the dress he ordered me to wear. Instead, I wear an old university shirt I stole from my brother's closet and the five-year-old sweatpants which I also stole from him. Nothing fancy, I know.Going down for breakfast would have been a good idea and a comical one but the image of my mother choking on her food while looking at me dubiously tugged a string on my heart. And besides, I don't want to antagonize my father early on my plan. I'm not even sure if it is a plan. All I know is I'm working to gain my freedom from my oppressive family.“I hope you're feeling well, your highness.” Roman greeted bowing his head with a smirk on his face and a glint of mockery in his eyes.I gritted my teeth, smiling stiffly at him.One of these days I'm gonna k*ll him. J*rk.My eyes zeroed on him. I gulped. He looked sexy. Like the men, I saw on billboards and magazin

I lay awake the whole night thinking about Alaric who is somewhere in or probably out of the palace. The warning bell hadn't sounded so I'm assuming he's out of the dungeon and maybe sightseeing around the palace walls. Surprisingly, his presence hasn't given me second thoughts on marrying Roman.That should mean something right?It was probably because I got used to being used by all the people around me. Or maybe because deep down I know even if I'm slowly falling for Roman Hernandez I would still use him to gain my freedom.The thought of using Roman for my own gain despite all the good things he has done to me sent me into nausea. Guilt. Suddenly, I feel guilty. I feel guilty not because I'm using him to escape from this place but because I felt like I cheated on him with Alaric which is ridiculous. We didn't do anything and besides, I did not agree not will I, to meet him in my private chambers. He had done it of his own free will.But why it does fe