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CHAPTER 11

Trapped and TremblingNaomi's POVI gazed at the dish of food in front of me, cold and untouched. With its polished silver and crystal glasses, the sophisticated table arrangement only served to heighten the eerie quiet in the dining room. I was left to battle the burden of my thoughts alone in the empty mansion as Roman had disappeared elsewhere. But in this house, loneliness didn't stay long. Before Camille even made her appearance in the doorway, the click of heels on marble signaled her presence. As if she had come out of a beautiful magazine, her dark hair fell over her shoulders as she moved with a predatory ease. "Well, look who's sulking." She said, with a tone full of faux tenderness. She walked confidently into the room, her presence like a thunder cloud. I tensed, holding onto the table's edge. "What are you looking for, Camille?" The pointy tips of her stilettos tapped the floor as she walked around the table, her smile growing. “Oh, don’t look so defensive. I’m
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CHAPTER 12

The Painting IncidentNaomi's POVWith the exception of my brush's gentle rasp across the canvas, the studio was silent. Bold and forceful, the colors swirled together in violent, chaotic strokes of black and red. Every movement of my hand served as a release and a conduit for the feelings churning within me. But the harsh, deliberate tap on the door broke the haven I had found in my work. "Naomi." My hold on the brush tightened as Roman's rich voice reverberated through the wood. I hoped he would go, so I didn't respond. Rather, the door creaked open, and he was there, his presence like a storm cloud filling the room. "I didn't say you could come in,” I said, without looking back. Roman stepped closer, his footsteps resonating on the hardwood floor, and shut the door behind him. "You haven't been avoiding me." "Have I?" With a bland voice, I continued without stopping. "I didn't notice that." "Enough." His voice sliced like a whip through the atmosphere. "Turn and look
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CHAPTER 13

The Price of DefianceNaomi's POV As a clear reminder of Roman's cruelty, the fragments of my destroyed painting were still on the studio floor. But I felt a fierce resolution instead of despair. I refused to be crumpled like one of his disposable pieces, to give him the last say. With my head held high, I brushed away my tears, combed my hair, and left the studio. Roman was going to find out whether he thought his haughtiness could imprison me. Roman was sitting at the head of the long table in the softly lighted dining room, holding a crystal tumbler. As I stepped inside, his eyes darted up to meet mine, and the only sound was the clink of ice against glass. "You're running late," he stated in a cold voice. I smiled tightly at him. "I had no idea that we had a schedule." With a mixture of humor and caution, his brow raised. "We do. You will benefit from following my rules in this house.” "Your rules," I said again as I sat down across from him. "How endearing." A sligh
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CHAPTER 14

Shadows of His PastNaomi's POVThe silence was more deafening than the storm I knew was coming, and the tension in the air was oppressive. Roman's massive frame created lengthy shadows on the strewn canvases and brushes as he stood in the doorway of my art studio. The room felt colder and smaller than it already was as his steely eyes penetrated through me.You have a habit of invading spaces that aren't yours." With a strong and arrogant tone, I remarked. Even though my heart was racing, I kept my uneasiness from him, which usually gnawed at me when we were together.Roman took a while to reply. Rather, he allowed his eyes to wander over my incomplete work, a whirl of gloomy, disorganized brushstrokes that reflected the chaos within me. A little, derisive smirk twisted his lips. “What a mess,” he finally said. “Is this supposed to mean something?”It's called expression." I yelled. "Something that you wouldn't understand."His shiny shoes clicked on the floor as he stepped purposefu
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CHAPTER 15

The First CrackNaomi's POV The imposing study towered over me, it's dark wood paneling and tall bookcases serving as a sobering reminder of Roman's dominance. His chiseled features were obscured by shadows generated by the crackling fireplace as he sat behind the mahogany desk, his expression enigmatic. Control screamed from every inch of him, yet he was betrayed by the storm in his eyes. This time, I wasn't going to back down. "We need to talk, Roman," I said, my voice more steady than I had anticipated. He didn't look up from the papers in front of him, but his head tipped slightly. “You’ve made your feelings abundantly clear, Naomi. What more is there to say?” My chest erupted with anger, but I forced myself to swallow it and moved deeper into the room. “Don’t do that. Don’t dismiss me like I’m some annoying fly buzzing around your perfect little world.” At last, his sharp gray eyes met mine as he looked up. "Then quit behaving like one." I tightened my hands at my s
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CHAPTER 16

Whispers of Betrayal Naomi's POV As I walked back toward my room, Roman's final words reverberated in my head, and the hallway felt colder than normal. "Be careful what you wish for." It was a promise rather than a warning. His secrets were like a fortress I could never enter, and his walls were impenetrable. However, I had held onto the hope that perhaps, just maybe, there was something inside him that wished to let me in. I couldn't go because of that flimsy hope, which forced me to put up with the never-ending struggle between his icy haughtiness and the infrequent glimmers of humanity he let to show. Faint voices, however, floated through the slightly open door as I passed the study. My breath caught in my throat as I hesitated. “You’re sure about this?” a deep voice said. I recognized it as Victor’s, Roman’s closest confidant and business partner. "Yes," Roman said in a tight voice. "It's the only way to proceed." I leaned against the wall just outside the door, d
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CHAPTER 17

Camille Strikes Again Naomi's POV As I anxiously adjusted the hem of my dress, the enormous ballroom reverberated with the sound of clinking glasses. Roman was going to use this as another chance to show me off like a trophy wife at a charity event. However, something felt different tonight. Camille's smile was as keen as a blade, and her cold stare weighed heavily on me from the other side of the room. I made an effort to ignore her and concentrate on the donors interacting with one another, but the tension in the room was oppressive. "Why do you look to be on the verge of fainting?" I was surprised by Roman's tone, which seemed as uninterested as ever. “I’m fine,” I lied, avoiding his piercing eyes. “Try harder,” he muttered, taking a sip of his drink. “You’re supposed to look like you belong here.” Refusing to give him the satisfaction, I bit back a response. Instead, despite the churning dread in my stomach, I straightened my shoulders and forced a smile. Camille c
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CHAPTER 18

The Great Escape Naomi's POVThe ominous silence that pervaded the mansion only deepened my determination. As I stood in my room, holding the hurriedly packed duffle bag, my breath caught. Every heartbeat echoed like a drum as my heart hammered in my chest, urging me to move faster. All I knew was that I had to go, but I had no idea where I was heading. The message I had written, a brief but tragic farewell that would undoubtedly shatter Roman's heart, was resting on the nightstand. I made an effort to ignore the shame I felt in my chest. This was about saving myself, not about hurting him. “I can’t stay here anymore. I can’t keep fighting a battle I’ll never win.”I shook my head and wiped away the tears that threatened to make me second-guess myself. I couldn't allow myself to falter. Roman had made it clear time and time again that his walls were impenetrable, his past a fortress I was never meant to enter. I opened the door with a gentle squeak and looked into the dark
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CHAPTER 19

A New Start Naomi's POV The flat was simple, with peeling paint and scuffed floors that revealed tales of past occupants. Though it wasn't much, it belonged to me. The calm was a welcome relief after weeks of turmoil. Yet, the silence was also unnerving. The only chair beside the window caught my My duffel bag sat beside it, the last remnant of a life I was trying to leave behind. I inhaled deeply, ignoring the memories that were about to come flooding back. “This is home now,” I said aloud, my voice breaking the stillness. But even as I said it, doubt lingered. The following morning, the room was bathed in a warm glow as sunlight filtered through the thin curtains. I had tossed and turned on the rough mattress all night, dreaming of harsh words and piercing glances. I needed a distraction. I dug inside my purse and took out my sketchbook. Its battered cover was familiar, almost reassuring. As I turned the pages, I noticed shards of a previous existence—drawings of Roman
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CHAPTER 20

Enter Elijah Grant Naomi's POV I couldn't completely shake the specter of Roman that hovered in the back of my mind. It was frustrating because of his piercing gaze, the gravity of his words, and his oppressive hold on me. But, I dismissed it and returned to the painting before me. The woman breaking free from her chains stared back at me with fierce determination, a reflection of everything I wanted to be. I was startled and distracted by a knock at the door. I scowled. I wasn't expecting anyone. I put down the brush and carefully made my way to the door. Through the peephole, I caught a glimpse of a tall man wearing a smart navy suit, his hands tucked into his pockets. His angular features and assured demeanor shouted dominance and strength. My heart skipped a beat. Roman? No, this man was different; he had smoother features and a less oppressive, yet commanding, presence. I cracked open the door. "May I help you?" "Naomi," he said in a polished, silky voice. "Elija
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