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I am a slave you are a queen

With her eyes shut, every hair on Ellaya's body stood on end. A warmth pooled between her thighs, her thoughts tangled and hazy. “Laaya, push me,” she heard him whisper, his breath grazing her neck. “What?” Her voice cracked, raw with confusion. She opened her eyes to find him still kissing the soft curve of her neck. “Push me. Hit me. Fight me. Don’t let me touch you. Don’t let me kiss you.” His voice was deep—hoarse and trembling—yet his touch still made her knees weak. “Push me, princess,” he said again, his tone pleading now. But Ellaya didn’t move. Her body and mind were a storm. She couldn’t make sense of it. Didn’t he want me? He said I’m beautiful. So why does he want me to push him away? And why can’t I do it? Why do I want more of his kiss, his touch—everything? “Why?” she murmured, not even sure if she was asking him or herself. His fingers threaded into her thick hair, his voice low and rough as his gaze locked with hers. “You’re something I’m not allowed to touc

He ignored her.

“I thought you were waiting for me,” he had said before vanishing into his room, leaving her with silence and unspoken words. --- The next morning, Ellaya stood in the foyer of the villa, dressed and ready for rehearsals, but Iden was nowhere to be found. Lily approached her gently. “He left early this morning, Miss. Someone will come to take you to the set.” As promised, a voice called from the door. “Good morning, Miss Stone. Ready to go?” James asked politely. She was seated in the living room, flipping through a magazine she wasn’t really reading. With a small nod, she rose, wordlessly following him out. It was as if her life had become a fast-forward reel. Each day blurred into the next—photoshoots, rehearsals, hotel transfers. James drove her everywhere, took care of her needs, but Iden hadn’t shown up in two days. Two days. She returned from the set exhausted, showered, ate something she didn’t taste, and collapsed onto her bed. But her thoughts were louder than rest. T

Austin's proposal

Everyone’s attention snapped toward Ellaya the moment she arrived. Her black gown draped elegantly to her ankles, a daring slit revealing one long, toned leg with each step. She was more than stunning—she was a star. It had been a while since she'd seen her crew. They welcomed her warmly as the party pulsed around them, drinks flowing, music thumping beneath the chatter. Ellaya settled on the couch beside Eva, sipping her soft drink. “Where’s Mia?” she asked, scanning the room with quiet curiosity. Eva sipped from her glass. “She has a date tonight.” Ellaya’s posture stiffened. Her voice dropped slightly, but her eyes betrayed more than casual interest. “A date? With who?” Eva shrugged, lifting a brow. “I don’t know if it’s the same guy who’s been visiting her every day…” “You mean Iden?” Ellaya asked, scowling. Eva gave a small nod. A heat surged up Ellaya’s spine. Why the hell am I feeling like this? Her jaw tightened. Who does he think he is—to make me feel this way? The ir

Bird in his cage

As Ellaya stepped into the villa, a sharp gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes landed on the man sitting in the living room—his head bowed, elbows on his thighs, hands tangled in his hair. He looked wild, feral—like a lion nursing invisible wounds. Slowly, he rose. His hair was disheveled, his coat lay discarded on the floor, his shirt half-unbuttoned and damp with sweat. His eyes were bloodshot, and his nostrils flared with each breath. Her pulse quickened at the sound of his slow, deliberate steps. Her palms grew clammy. Her feet refused to move. He said he was only an assistant... but he moves like a king. He told me, “You are a queen, Ellaya; I am a slave.” Then why do I feel like I’m the one caged, and he holds the key? Why does his presence shake me like this? She stared at his face—angry, tired, haunted—and forgot how to breathe. Then he grabbed her arm, spun her around, and slammed his palms on either side of her, caging her between the wall and his body. "Ellaya. Stay away fr

You should not be with him

“Oh, come on, Laaya. How long are you going to keep ignoring me?” She walked into the kitchen without answering. Iden followed close behind. Ellaya perched on a chair by the kitchen island, silent, waiting for Lily to bring her coffee and breakfast. She didn’t spare Iden a glance, though he sat directly across from her. Lily set the tray down in front of her. On the coffee foam, the word sorry was scrawled. A ketchup smiley face sat crookedly on her sandwich. Ellaya frowned. Her lips curled downward as she stared at the breakfast, unimpressed. Slowly, she raised her head and shot Lily a sharp look. Lily dipped her head, then cast a quick glance at Iden. That’s when Ellaya knew exactly whose idea it was. She stood up abruptly and walked out, untouched coffee and sandwich still on the table. Iden stood up too and followed. Lina and Lily exchanged looks from the hallway, staring as if the two of them were the strangest creatures to ever grace the planet. In the car, Ellaya slid i

I can't marry you

Without taking her eyes off him, Ellaya managed to break free. She stepped back, her gaze lowering from Iden’s, heart pounding. Then, without a word, she turned and opened the door. Austin stood on the other side, grinning, holding a bouquet of fresh lilies and roses. Iden glanced briefly at Austin, then at Ellaya. His brows furrowed, lips tightening into a line before he turned and walked away, shoulders stiff, retreating into the hallway without a word. Ellaya accepted the flowers with a polite smile, her hands trembling ever so slightly. She placed them in a vase and followed Austin outside. Once they were in the car, Austin buckled his seatbelt and glanced her way. "Who was that guy?" he asked casually, turning the key in the ignition. “He’s Mr. Raun’s assistant,” she answered, glancing reflexively up at Iden’s window. Austin gave her a sharp look, his brows drawing together. “I feel like I’ve seen him before.” “Where?” “I don’t know… I can’t recall exactly. Forget it,” he

Stop doing this to me

Iden grabbed Austin by the collar, yanked him forward, and punched him square in the face. "HOW. DARE. YOU. MOTHER. FUCKER!" he roared, landing another brutal blow—KAPOW. Austin groaned and collapsed to the sand, dazed. But moments later, he stirred, clutching his ribs and then lunged at Iden with a roar, his fist slamming into Iden’s chest. The impact made Iden stumble back a step. From a distance, Iden’s shadow bodyguard raised his gun, but Iden flicked his gaze toward him with a sharp lift of his brows—stay out of this. Blood running from the corner of his lip, Austin wiped it with the back of his hand and grinned savagely before charging again. Iden didn’t flinch. He blocked the blow effortlessly and returned one of his own, this time fiercer. "Did you not hear what she said?" KAPOW "She told you not to touch her, you motherfucker!" KAPOW "She doesn’t want to marry you—you fucking bastard!" KAPOW "How fucking dare you touch her!" KAPOW "How dare you lay hands on what's min

Meltdown

Ellaya woke to the sound of her phone vibrating violently on the nightstand. Disoriented, she squinted against the morning light and reached for it, still half-asleep. The second she swiped to answer, her mother’s voice burst through the speaker like a whip. “Ellaya, how did this happen? Why didn’t you call us last night?” The sharp tone jolted her more than any alarm could have. “Mama? What happened?” Her brows furrowed, struggling to catch up. “What didn’t I tell you?” “Oh, sweetheart,” her mother’s voice softened with exasperation, “I know you don’t want us to worry, but you can’t shut us out like this. Everything will be fine—I just wish I could be with you right now.” “Mama—” “You’re a star, darling. But you need to manage your image. It’s okay, don’t cry.” Ellaya blinked, utterly confused, staring at the phone like it had grown horns. She put it back to her ear slowly. “Austine’s parents will be landing soon. Try to stay calm, okay? Go rest. I know this is a shock. We we

Charity event

“Ellaya, are you ready?” Iden’s hands gripped her arms gently, his eyes searching her face with concern. Ellaya nodded, her lips pressing into a firm line. Around her, two women worked to arrange the flowing folds of her gown, while another pair helped clip the tiny microphone discreetly to the fabric near her collarbone. Her long, loose hair—naturally purple—cascaded down her back, shimmering like amethyst under the dressing room lights. The gown matched it perfectly, hugging her figure with regal grace and bringing out the brilliant purple in her eyes. Iden had insisted she wear no colored contacts or heavy makeup. “You look like the most beautiful woman in the world,” he’d told her earlier, “Don’t hide your skin. Don’t hide you.” Her skin, a delicate pink hue with a subtle shimmer of makeup, glowed softly. And standing there now, tall and graceful, she looked like something pulled straight from myth—a goddess who had stepped into the mortal world. “Ellaya,” Iden said again

Her last wish

She turned, heart pounding like war drums in her chest, as screams shattered the silence and the thunder of frantic footsteps echoed down the empty corridor. Clutching her gown to keep it from tangling around her legs, she moved forward—hesitant, trembling—each step a test of courage against the chaos unraveling around her. The deeper she went, the sharper the screams became—raw, guttural, unmistakably human. Footfalls thundered on the marble floor, frenzied and disjointed. She spun around, eyes wide, searching—desperate for a face, a voice, someone. But the hallway stretched on, hauntingly empty, like the bowels of a sinking ship. She broke into a jog. Her heels clicked faster now, echoing off the polished stone. Then it hit her—a stinging, acrid scent that sliced through the air like a warning. Smoke. She stopped dead. Her lungs constricted. Something was burning. Her breath caught, stuck in her throat like a scream that wouldn’t come. The sting of smoke scratched her lungs,

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