Sitting on the chair, in central park, I'm reading a book, or I should say that I'm just staring at the pages, because I'm unable to focus on reading. For the last two days, I've just been waiting for Aiden's call or a text. Neither he called nor sent a text to me. Does he not even care about me anymore? It has never happened in our six months of relationship that he doesn't call me after our fight. I've not eaten anything in these two days. I don't feel like eating anything at all. I feel so weak, my limbs feel heavy and uncooperative. Emotionally, I'm on the edge—a mix of sadness, anxiety, and a strange numbness that has made it hard to focus on anything other than Aiden. Just then, my phone starts buzzing; glancing at the phone screen, tears brim in my eyes as soon as I see Aiden's caller ID. On one hand, I'm dying to talk to him; on the other hand, I don't even want to pick up his call. Struggling between the inner turmoil, I pick up Aiden's call a second time, but don't utter
To my surprise, my phone starts ringing, making my pulse quickened. It's an unknown number. Picking up the call, I fly the phone to my ear, and say, “Hello!”“Sit inside the car,” the voice comes from the other side. “Who's that?” I ask, cocking my brows.“Your soon to be husband… Mr. Ethan Wilson,” he says. “What the fuck is that? Are you giving me an order?” “No. I'm kidnapping you. You're unofficially kidnapped Miss Dubois,” he declares, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “What! I'm kidnapped. Are you out of your mind? You can't kidnap me. I won't sit inside the car,” I shout at him. “Emily was there with you in the park. Right? I'm sure you haven't seen her for a long time,” he says. My temples tense in worry. Yes! I was here with Emily. In my heartache I completely forgot about her. I should look for her.“Don't need to look for her, Belle. She's safe for now, but won't be for a long time if you don't sit inside the car now,” he states. My eyes widen, and my jaw dro
When I step into Ethan's penthouse along with Alex, Colin, and Sam, I'm immediately struck by its size, luxury, and elegance. The large windows give a breathtaking view of New York City, with skyscrapers glittering in the evening light. The living room is spacious, everything in dark or black colors, a sleek—black leather couch along with a glass coffee table. As I walk further in, I see Ethan cooking, in a kitchen with black appliances and a marble countertop with dark veining. Ethan's friends settle themselves on the dining table's seats. “Bro…sister-in-law is here,” Alex screams aloud. Why are they calling me sister-in-law? What nonsense!Ethan glances up into my eyes and gives a reassuring smile, but I roll my eyes. I can't stand this person for a single second, and I'm here at his penthouse now. What misery!“Sit down, Belle,” Ethan says, stepping around the dining table, placing the dishes he has cooked.“You kidnapped me. Why don't you tie me now?” I mock him. His jaw tighte
Ethan's phone begins to ring, pulling us back to reality. Leaving my hand, he steps away, reaching out for his phone, and walks inside the penthouse’s balcony, saying, “Yes, John, I'm at the penthouse. You can come up with all the files and documents.”What is he that he's asking for files and documents? An entrepreneur or what! Calming my heartbeats, I see my phone on the dining table. Reaching for my phone, I take steps inside the nearby room quietly, to call Aiden, so that I can inform him Ethan has kidnapped me unofficially. As soon as I enter the room, I shut the door and turn to the front. I sigh in relief that at least now I have privacy and my phone to call my boyfriend, but as I glance up, my mouth drops open wide. My eyes widen in fear. Tears well up in my eyes as I see my pictures on the walls. There's every single day's picture of mine, the day I stepped in New York City, my bangs hairstyle pictures which I had in 9th grade, the more pictures followed by 10th grade, 11t
“So, what do you want now?” I ask, gritting my teeth. “You can't cage me here in your fucking penthouse for your whole life. And if you think you can rape me, then let me tell you Mr. Wilson, I will kill myself but will never let you touch my body.”“If I would have really wanted to rape you, then you think…why did I not do it till now? Am I not strong? Or am I not smart?” saying that, he leans to me. “I could rape you in the dorm, maybe in the elevator that day, or maybe in the library also,” he whispers in my ear.Leaning back, he stares into my eyes, saying, “It will only take me two minutes to tear your clothes, tie you up, and fuck your every single hole—only two minutes.”Tears well up in my eyes as soon as I hear all his blurb. Pushing Ethan away, I bury my face in my palm, sobbing like a child. Only by hearing about it—is haunting me, if he truly does it, then I will surely die. Neither dad is here nor Aiden! How will I protect myself? I can't do anything with Ethan, but I ca
Enough drama for today. Now I just need to lay in my bed. “I'm going,” saying that, I turn and walk further to the door. “Let me drop you,” he insists. “No need to. I can take a taxi,” saying that, I open the door and step outside the room. Just then, as I walk further in, he takes a grip on my arm and turns me gently, embracing me in a tight hug, as if he never wants to let me go. “You always put others first. This time I want you to put yourself first. I need you safe and sound, Belle,” saying that his grip tightens even more around my body. “Please, take care of yourself.”Tears well up in my eyes, feeling touched by his words. His touch is soothing me somehow. My heart is saying that he genuinely cares about me, but my mind is saying something else, that it's all a trap. Who should I listen to? The only male I trust with all my heart is just my father. I don't trust any other male. He'll also hurt me—like others. He's showing this fake concern just for the sake of one night w
After releasing a decent amount of tears, I think of going outside the washroom. Lest people will start perceiving that I attempted suicide inside the washroom. I'm feeling like dying but somehow I am not giving up. Wiping my tears away, I gasp and manage to smile. Yes, a fake smile. As soon as I turn and open the door, I see Ethan. This guy never leaves me alone. He has taken an oath to follow me everywhere I go. Such an irritating person!I think of walking away, but then, my blood boils in anger, recalling the things he has done till date: stalking, hacking, and unofficial kidnapping. I was delightful in my relationship with Aiden, even when I was not in love, even when I was trying to convince myself that I love Aiden. At least I wasn't aware of all these things at that time. But now, because of this person I am aware of the fact that I don't love Aiden.I hate him more now. Why did he enter my life? Everything was going fine. Everything was normal. Even when Aiden manipulated me
As I look in the mirror I see myself, standing in my undergarments, I couldn't do anything but think about the models. How do they pose in a bikini? When I was a kid, I wanted to be a model because I used to think that I'm very pretty. I love myself way too much. I'm kind of obsessed with myself. Many of my classmates talk behind my back and say that I'm a fossil. Am I? I don't know. I'm not a native American, maybe that's why they think that. I have a skinny hourglass body, dark brown almond shaped eyes, full lips, slim face, brunette long wavy hair that reaches my hips, an average 5 '6 height and rosy complexion. Everything about my body and my looks makes me fall in love with myself. In Corsica, a couple lost their two baby boys and then a girl took birth at their home. They did every possible thing they could do to keep her alive and gave her name 'Belle' because she was beautiful—so much beautiful for them. And yeah that would obviously be me. I'm Belle Dubois and I'm just lik