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“Now you’re trying to seduce my friend too?” Adrian grabbed Amara by the neck and slammed her hard against the wall as soon as Anna and Abigail left. Amara felt her windpipe breaking as her eyes automatically watered. She tried to shake her head only for him to grab her by the hair as he pushed her down on the floor. Her head hit the sharp corner of the coffee table and she winced. Before she could process, Adrian crouched down and grabbed her by the neck once again. His eyes screaming at her with so much anger and jealousy. Fear gripped Amara's eyes, widening them in terror as Adrian's hand closed around her neck tightly, a stark realization of danger etched across her face. “Adrian…it’s not like…” Adrian raised his hand and struck her across the face. A momentary silence engulfed her. The flickering lights above her cast shadows around her and with trembling hands, she slowly touched her cheek where he hit her. Her heart shattered so did her life. Every comforting word he had
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Amara fought against the heaviness of her eyelids, attempting to open them only to be met with resistance. ‘No!’ Her voice echoed in her head as her head pounded with sharp pain. Turning on her side as she groaned, She grappled with the wish to see, but her eyes seemed reluctant to comply. A wave of obliviousness engulfed her, momentarily shielding her from the memories of what happened before he lost her conciseness. Breathing heavily, she scrunched her nose, feeling another sharp pain ripple through her head. Her hand fisted her hair, seeking comfort amid distress. As she struggled through the haze, memories crashed into her mind like a relentless storm. The names echoed with a mix of familiarity and dread – Adrian, Abigail. A chilling shiver crawled down her spine as she recoiled from the vivid memory of his belt. Her head throbbed with pain. The sensation of her insides being ripped out intensified, and panic gripped her. A haunting echo of her scream lingered in the back of
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Amara recognised those magnetic grey orbs instantly. How couldn’t she when those eyes tormented her nights and ruled her days? The tension in her body was replaced with something unknown, even to her. "R-Rhys?" She muttered in shock not believing her eyes. Why was he here? Did he kidnap her? Rhys raised his brow, jerking her by the wrist making her gasp as he pulled her to his chest wrapping his arm carefully around her waist trying not to touch her wounds. The impact had her stumbling into his arms. Before she could move, he locked her arms behind her back. "What-what are you doing!?” she struggled. "I like this fiery version of yours, little one. But there's only little much I can endure." His words sent shivers down her spine, and she gasped as he deftly twisted her wrist, causing her body to pivot. Her back met his chest, and despite her attempted resistance, her legs flailed in a futile kick. Swiftly overpowering her, he pressed her onto the bed, his right knee trapping her w
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“But I’ll let you have freedom for a day. Gather your thoughts, make your decisions, and when the day tomorrow ends, you’ll find me right here. But under different conditions.” Rhys mumbled against her lips—separated by an inch distance yet close enough to breathe in her scent. “You’ll be under me. Not standing.” He whispered and pulled away. Amara took a deep breath she was holding as his warmth pulled away. The thoughts swirled like a storm within her. It wasn’t like she wanted to go to Adrian after what he did to her, but a rational part of her knew how wrong this was. Staying with Rhys, who was equally morally grey, was far more dangerous than anything. For her heart and her mind. He played with her like his favourite toy, teasing her, making her feel butterflies and whatnot, and then, he took a step back, leaving her begging and panting for more when she knew she shouldn’t ask. What was happening to her? It mustn’t be what she thought it was. “Don’t have any ideas of running
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After bandaging her wounds, Martha brought something to eat for Amara. The freshly made risotto and pesto pasta seemed as delicious as it sounded. Martha helped Amara sit on the bed and gently placed the plate on the bed. She told Amara that she had been unconscious for two days. “What? Two days?” Amara’s eyes widened. Martha placed a glass of milk and some medicines on the bedside table. Before placing some of the books that Amara usually used to read when she was living here, Martha also put some fresh flowers in her room. “Yes, you were unconscious when Master De Luca brought you here,” Martha confirmed with a nod of her head.“Oh…” Amara wondered how bad her condition must be to be unconscious for two days. Then she recalled the way Adrian was seething at her and called her names. Amara felt her chest tighten at the thought. The man he trusted more than anything caused her an immense amount of pain. She thought he’d be her soulmate, yet he seemed like a man who was self-centr
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Amara quickly turned around and stared at her back in shock. Not even a single inch of skin was showing. Her whole back was covered in bandages. And to her horror, the dress was backless. The front wasn’t decent either. The deep neckline that almost spilt most of her chest and the short length that exposed her legs. Her cheeks flamed at the realisation. Did Rhys see her like this last night? Shame infused within her. Grabbing the sink, she took deep breaths. Calm down, she shouldn’t panic like this. It was probably too dark for him to see her like this, right? He wouldn’t have caught anything inappropriate, right? She tried to assure herself knowing damn well that the design of the dress wasn’t as scandalous as the things he did to her. Taking a deep breath, she focused on the task at hand. She found two new toothbrushes, a razor, and a toothpaste placed in the holder. Amara frowned. Why was a razor here? Someone must have kept it by mistake. She brushed her teeth and did her mo
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The door knob twisted and the sound had Amara turn around. She watched as Martha entered. A small smile resting on her lips. Amara smiled back. “Good morning. How are you?”“That should be my line.” Martha rolled her eyes and Amara giggled like a child as she helped Martha placing the tray of food on the bedside table. “Here, eat your breakfast. I’ll bring your medicines.” Martha said and Amara nodded like an obedient child. Martha smiled and walked to the door. Amara’s stomach growled at the sight of food as she dipped the spoon into the warm soup and was about to scoop up the rest when she heard it. The familiar click of the lock. Frowning she looked at the closed door for a moment. Did she lock it? Something panic swept through her as she confusedly moved the tray aside and moved towards the door, hoping it might be all her paranoia. Martha wouldn’t lock the door. But when she grabbed the knob and twisted it, her frown deepened.“Why is it locked?” She mumbled to herself. Frown
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"You’re so fucking wet, little one. Yet you pretend you don’t like it." Rhys grinned rubbing his fingers between her lower lips making Amara look wide-eyed at him. Her breathing was hazardous and so was her heart. No one had ever touched her this way, but with him, it felt so right yet wrong at the same time. Just like a moth drawn to the flame, like a dreamer chasing shadows in the moonlight."W-what are you—Ah!" Rhys grabbed her ankle and raised her leg to his shoulder as the lingerie rode up gathering around her hips and exposing her slim soft legs that just tempted him to do more than just look."He shouldn’t have touched you, little one." Rhys's hard voice sent shivers down her spine making her squirm like a thirsty kitten in his palms before he pinched her clit hard. “I’ll imprint myself on this body so that no man would ever be able to put his hands on you again." "You’re mine, Amara. No matter what this world says, you will always be mine. No power in this universe can stop
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