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The Vandyke ceremony.

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I stand before the full-length mirror and wonder if I will ever see the spark in my eyes. Humans are told to have one when they feel happy, but I guess happiness is an emotion that never managed to reach me. All I can do is sigh and count the seconds until one of the brothers or maids beckons me to follow them. I don't want to wear another collar, and if I only had a chance, I'd run as far away as I could. As long as Vladimir was my owner, I never knew what would come next, and in time I found peace in the darkness and in everything he called terror. It's easier to endure torture than to live with the thought of becoming a slave. Stupidly, part of me hopes Octavius and Kieran will change their minds- there are so many women out there who would die to become their wives or slaves. But why me? A tear escapes my eye, and I waste no time in wiping it away. I may feel defeated, but I won't give t

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