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Part 71

His pov:ā€œSay it.ā€My voice is low, rough, an unrelenting command wrapped in a whisper. ā€œSay youā€™re mine.ā€She stiffens, her breath coming in uneven gasps, her lips trembling as if she wants to speak but can't force the words out. Her hands, small and delicate, tremble at her sides, fingers curling as if gripping onto invisible resolve. Her lashes flutter, her throat bobs in a shallow swallow, and I see itā€”the war raging inside her.She wonā€™t say it. Not yet. But I need to hear it. I need the syllables to spill from her lips, to wrap around me like chains, to solidify what I already know to be true. She belongs to me. And soon, sheā€™ll understand that. Sheā€™ll surrender. Sheā€™ll accept it. She has no choiceā€”Iā€™ll make sure of it.A slow smirk tugs at my lips as I move, scooping her into my arms with ease. Her body is light, fragile against mine, but she gasps, startled, her fingers fisting the fabric of my shirt near my chest. I feel the tremor in her touch, the unspoken question lingerin
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Part 72

Her Pov:"I have only ever cooked for you."The words roll off his tongue so smoothly, so effortlessly, yet their weight settles thick in the space between us, heavy like the scent of something simmering too long on the stoveā€”rich, intoxicating, impossible to ignore.He doesnā€™t look at me, but he doesnā€™t have to. He knows Iā€™m staring. Knows my lips have parted just slightly, knows my breath has hitched in my throat.He can feel itā€”the shift in the air, the way the room seems to shrink around us, pulling us into something close, something intimate. The way my fingers tighten around the edge of the counter, as if bracing myself for the impact of something I donā€™t quite understand.Because there is something here. Something unspoken, something undeniable. It coils between us like the heat from the stove, like the scent of charred sugar and slow-burning longing. My pulse hammers against my ribs, and still, he doesnā€™t look at me.But I know he feels it, too.And for the first time in what
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Part 73

His Pov:My grip on the spoon tightens, the metal cool against my skin as I absorb her words. My gaze sharpens, studying her carefully, measuring the weight of what sheā€™s just said."Even when she was sick most of the time?" My voice is quiet but firm, edged with something I canā€™t quite nameā€”curiosity, disbelief, maybe even fear. I test the question as if pressing on a bruise, unsure if it will bring relief or pain.She meets my eyes, and for a moment, I think I see hesitation flicker there. But then she nods slowly, deliberately, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Yeah."I wait for her to elaborate, for her to fill the silence stretching between us, heavy with things unsaid. And then, as if sensing my need for more, she does."Even then. Because love isnā€™t about convenience," she murmurs, her voice steady, but thereā€™s something raw beneath it, something real. "It isnā€™t about ease or perfection. Itā€™s about staying. Even when itā€™s hard. Even when it hurts. Itā€™s about choosing them,
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Part 74

His Pov:And Iā€™m still paying her back.Even now.But hereā€™s the truth Iā€™ve been avoidingā€”the truth that stings like a blade pressed against my throat.I didnā€™t remember Aunt Rachel.I only remembered the debt.I buried her somewhere deep, in the same place I shoved all the emotions I refused to feel, all the memories too painful to hold. She was lost in the graveyard of everything I had to kill inside myself just to survive.But thenā€”I look at her.At the woman sleeping just a few feet away. At the slow rise and fall of her chest, at the softness in her face now that she isnā€™t watching me with those sharp, searching eyes.And suddenly, sheā€™s there.Aunt Rachel.Because of her.Because of the words she murmured so carelessly, not realizing they were pulling something out of me, I thought it was long dead. Not realizing how easily sheā€™s stripping away the armour Iā€™ve spent years building.She doesnā€™t even know.She has no fucking idea what sheā€™s doing to me.She shifts restlessly, her
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Part 75

Her Pov:It has been two weeks since I found out I was addicted to drugs. Two whole weeks of living through a walking nightmare, clawing my way through withdrawal, fighting demons I never even knew existed inside me. The past fourteen days have been nothing short of hell. My body revolted against me, turning into a prison of agony and desperation. Sleepless nights melted into torturous days, where reality blurred into something grotesque. Nightmares didn't stay confined to sleep; they slithered into my waking moments, twisting shadows into monsters, whispering voices into my ears that werenā€™t there. My own mind betrayed me, playing tricks so cruel I lost touch with what was real and what wasnā€™t.I would wake up drenched in sweat, heart hammering against my ribs, gasping as if I had just surfaced from drowning. My skin burned and froze at the same time. My stomach twisted into knots of nausea that never truly left. Some days, the weakness was so severe that even the act of standing
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Part 76

Her Pov:The glass slips from my fingers.Time slows as it falls, spinning through the air before crashing against the marble floor. The sound of shattering fills the roomā€”a sharp, piercing noise. But I donā€™t hear it. Not really. Not over the deafening silence that rings in my ears, the blood roaring through my veins. I donā€™t even feel the icy droplets of water splattering against my bare skin, the tiny shards slicing against my ankles.Because all I can see is them.She is draped against him, her body moulded to his like she was made to fit there. A short red dress clings to every soft curve, vibrant against her golden skin, her blonde hair cascading in waves over her shoulders. She is stunning. Effortless. Everything I am not. And her handsā€”those delicate, manicured fingersā€”are cradling his face with a familiarity that makes my stomach churn. Like she belongs there.And him?His lips.His lips are on hers.The breath in my lungs vanishes, like Iā€™ve been punched in the chest, hard en
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Part 77

Her Pov:"Don't fucking touch me..." I hiss and his eyes darken so much they get just like the night.Dark... Unsettling...He tilts his head a little as a smirk takes over his face. A smirk is so dangerous. As he leans over me, his mouth reaches just to the shell of my ear as his hand squeezes my hands painfully."You..." His voice is low, a dark promise against my skin as his hand drifts up my thigh, slipping beneath the soft folds of my baby pink dress."Don't..." A breath catches in my throat as his fingers graze the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, teasing, lingering."Get to..." His lips ghost over the shell of my ear, warm and tantalizing, sending a shiver down my spine."Stop me."I try to push his hand away, my fingers wrapping around his wrist in a feeble attempt to resist, but he doesnā€™t yield. Instead, he presses me back, pinning me against the cold railing with nothing but his presence. A gasp escapes meā€”a sharp intake of breath, equal parts defiance and submission. His
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Part 78

His Pov: When the bell rang, I exhaled slowly, rolling my shoulders back, forcing the tension from my muscles. But it was still there. That feeling. That goddamn feeling I hadn't been able to shake since earlier tonight. Since her. She had cooked for me. And Iā€™d fucking stood there, frozen, watching her shift nervously under my gaze, her fingers fidgeting, her cheeks flushed like she wasnā€™t sure if what sheā€™d done was right. Like she was afraid Iā€™d dismiss it. Dismiss her. That softness in her voice, the unspoken need in her eyesā€”it did something to me. Twisted something deep in my gut. No one had ever done that before. Not for me. People feared me. Respected me. Needed me. But no oneā€¦ cared. No one gave without expecting something in return. No one saw me as a manā€”just a force, a means to an end. But she did. And it was fucking unsettling. Because I didnā€™t do softness. Didnā€™t do warmth. Those things made a man weak. Made him vulnerable. And yet, standing there, listening to
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Part 79

His Pov:I lay her down on my bed, her body trembling beneath me, barely holding onto her senses after I fucked her. Hard. Deep. Like I needed to brand myself into her very being. Like I needed her to feel me long after I was gone. Her breath is uneven, her lips parted, swollen from my kisses, her skin still flushed with heat. And yet, the fire in her eyes hasn't dimmed. That defiant glare, that sharp tongueā€”God, she gets under my skin in ways I canā€™t even put into words.I hadnā€™t planned to fuck her like that. Not there. Not then. But I couldnā€™t hold myself back. Not when she looked at me like that. Not when her voice dripped with accusations, with detest, with anger that cut deeper than I wanted to admit. Not when she threw those words at me, her voice laced with bitternessā€”" What did you think, huh? She's a slut anyway. Why would she mind being a mistress?"That hit me. Hard.Like a fucking gut punch I wasnā€™t prepared for. The way she degraded herself, reduced herself to something
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Part 80

Her Pov:When I open my eyes, the golden light of morning is already spilling through the curtains, painting the room in soft hues. I blink, my body heavy, sore. My gaze drifts around the room, searching for him, but he's nowhere to be seen. The sheets beside me are cold.I shift, trying to sit up, but a sharp ache between my legs makes me freeze. A whimper escapes my lips. Last nightā€¦ he didnā€™t hold back. Not even a little. He took me as if restraint was a foreign concept, as if I belonged to him in a way that denied the need for gentleness. And now, I can still feel himā€”his presence lingering inside me, on me, all around me.I exhale shakily, dragging my body up against the headboard, each movement a reminder of his merciless touch. Thatā€™s when I noticed the bedside table. A plate of buttered toast, a cup of coffee still warm, a glass of water, andā€¦ painkillers.My throat tightens. He thought of this. He knew. A contradiction wrapped in flesh and boneā€”thatā€™s what he is. One moment,
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