Cynthia Dion: "You— you didn't come here to record me? then why the hell did you walk into the devil's den?" I raised my voice, my fear for her now overwhelming.I had been terrified for her previously, but the realization that she hadn't come with harmful intentions left me shocked."I paid him so I could come here and check on you," she explained, glancing around and gesturing toward the bags she had brought with her—the same items that had flown from her hands when Gary attacked her."Why did you want to check on me?" I whispered, my confusion deepening. What was happening? Had I awakened in some alternate dimension?She had never cared about me before so why all of a suddenly, she was worried about me?"Cynthia! He—" she paused, visibly restraining herself, before burying her face and continuing, "Atticus has been suffering ever since they put you here." Her one sentence left me breathless.I watched her face, unsure of how to respond. Her words, though intriguing, posed a dilemm
Cynthia Dion: "You came here for him?" I realized she had no real concern for me; she had taken all these risks solely for him."I can't bear to see him this broken, Cynthia. He shouldn't be in love with you. You shouldn't have shattered his heart and trust. Don't you ever feel like you missed out on a good chance with him? What is it about Mr. Holt that made you turn into such a... mess for him?" Despite her accusations, she didn't come across as cocky or arrogant. Her genuine distress was evident as she tried to comprehend why I had chosen Mr. Holt over Atticus."I don't know what to say to you. Even if I deny all of it, you won't believe me," I sighed, avoiding her gaze. "I never liked Mr. Holt," I admitted, my eyes drifting away from her face."Then why did you marry him? Were you trying to punish someone, or what?" She asked, her curiosity getting the better of her."Nope! I was trying to save my sister and myself from being sold to someone because Atticus abducted me for a few
Cynthia Dion: I rubbed one of my fingers down my cleavage, and he started drooling. He looked like he couldn’t take his eyes off of me. I was waiting patiently while he was getting impatient."But what if you tr---y to run?" He asked, wondering what would happen if he set me free. I smirked as I shook my head and licked my lips, watching him tremble as he desperately wanted to have sex with me."I won’t. But you can always inject me with a little bit of wolfsbane to limit my movements." I shrugged my shoulders, pouting a little sadly. "I already have enough silver and wolfsbane in my system anyway." I rolled my eyes as I noticed how disappointed he looked."But then it will stop you from acting like you. I want you in full swing," he said, looking upset. I wasn’t the one suggesting he set me free without any precautions."Gary! I don’t have anyone to go out with. You can keep me here; all I need is sex, and you know that from my history," I knew he had read the files made against me
Cynthia Dion: "Rosalie!" I called out for her, attempting to rouse her with a gentle face slap. "Ugh!" I grumbled, scanning the area until my gaze settled on the keys he had tossed aside while preparing for a heated rendezvous.I tugged at my chain with all my might, but I still fell a foot short of grasping the keys. Regardless of my efforts to stretch my body, I remained unable to reach them."Alright! I need to think this through," I remarked, glancing at the clock. If I remember correctly, his men would be bringing him dinner in about an hour. That meant I had just one hour to orchestrate our escape. Since Rosalie remained unresponsive, it fell on me to devise a plan.With careful consideration, I realized the task wasn't impossible. The bedroom was filled with furniture and assorted items, offering potential solutions if I used my wits. If I couldn't reach for the keys, something else could. My eyes settled on a lamp, a swing-arm lamp, the perfect tool for the job. I seized it,
Cynthia Dion: I had fainted after losing blood. I couldn't recall what transpired, who had whisked me away, or, dare I say, who had control over me now. However, one thing was certain; happiness was no longer in my future.I was conscious of my profound loss – the ability to bear children had slipped through my grasp. Fainting had provided a brief respite before the waves of grief washed over me."Eh!" I moaned while in bed, attempting to stir but discovering my body to be uncooperative. Astonishingly, I wasn't tethered to anything, which went against my initial assumption. I was simply unwell."Hey! Don't move," I heard a familiar voice caution. I recognized the voice and knew to whom it belonged. I hurriedly opened my eyes, only to be met by the sight of Atticus by my bedside. A scowl marred my forehead when I beheld his face – the mate who had singlehandedly shattered my world."Why am I here?" I had no desire to unearth the events that had unfolded. "And where on earth am I?" I d
Cynthia Dion: "What are you doing here?" I furrowed my brow to question his unexpected arrival. His body language remained composed, and his expressions didn't reveal his true intentions. He had come over to put me in an embarrassing situation."I came to talk to you about what went down two days ago," with his words, I realized I'd been in a coma for two days."What's on your mind?" I didn't even take a seat when he offered me one. I didn't feel comfortable sitting down with any of them anymore."I wanted to say sorry for jumping to conclusions about you hurting her," he said, moving a couple of steps closer to the couch I was standing behind. "Thanks for what you did for Rosalie. Cynthia, I don't think anyone else could've pulled it off," he said, his eyes welling up with tears."I just can't fathom how? I mean, with your...," he struggled to find the right words, so I stepped in to assist."Wickedness?" I grinned, biting my lip to steady them from trembling."Considering all the t
Cynthia Dion: While they were away, I plotted my departure. I'd rather be on my own than have to justify myself to Atticus. I don't belong to him, so he doesn't have the right to interrogate me; I don't owe him any allegiance.To heck with everyone!I didn't even bother grabbing a jacket to shield myself from the cold as I exited the room and searched for the way out. The house resounded with Sheen's angry outbursts as she accused her son of being gullible.Enzo was giving it back to her for even entertaining the idea that we'd done something wrong. I didn't stick around, but I could hazard a guess that she'd probably dialed up Atticus and spilled whatever she had assumed.But honestly, I couldn't care less!I stepped out through the main door, and even the guards didn't bother to halt me. I reckon they were all eager to see me off. I now have this strange notion that I'm like a black widow - wherever I go, trouble seems to follow.The night felt even chillier than I'd remembered. Wi
Cynthia Dion: "You didn’t. Enzo told me nothing happened," he looked calm as hell, but his statement didn’t really calm me down."AH!" I opened my mouth wide apart, bobbing my head as I understood things clearly now. "That’s why you know I didn’t do anything. You must have seen me kill someone with your own fucking eyes to not believe a word I say. I mean, just because Enzo said nothing happened, you now believe even when I am telling you I did fuck him good," I clenched my jaw, and my nostrils inflated for a second before I gritted my teeth."Cynthia, this anger won't do you any good," his feigned concern was really starting to grate on my nerves."Really?" I scoffed, unable to believe it. I didn't appreciate his behavior. He was putting on this facade of caring when, in reality, I knew he didn't care about me."You know what? Why don't you just give me some space?" I stared at him, my anxiety making me sway back and forth."Leave you alone in this state?" He finally raised his voic