BRIELLE’S POV Brielle grumbled as she tossed and turned on the large bed, surprised by the absence of a familiar arm all over her.Even though her eyes were still closed tight, she could vividly recall that the previous night had been a lovely one spent with Lord Darius. And just like every morning, she expected his arms over her, snuggling tight and mumbling sweet words in her ear. But now, there was only silence — no soft whispering voices, no breathy sighs or caresses. There was no warmth, only space.A little confused, she opened her eyes and took stock of her surroundings. That’s when she noticed him across her, a safe distance away, fast asleep.What the... She exclaimed internally, scooting nearer as she tried to wrap her arms around him and rest her head on his broad, steady chest. What was he doing so far away from her? This was the first time she had awoken in this manner, and she honestly didn't know why, but she had a nasty feeling about it.Had something else happened l

BRIELLE POV Lord Darius stood before the door, a broad grin on his austere face, smiling back at her, and Brielle's ovaries melted.He looked so gorgeous.However, she was astonished to see him. “Why are you here, Mas…?” She trailed off and corrected. “I'm sorry, Darius.”"Is that how you welcome a man who's come to pick you up for a date?" He questioned, and taking her by surprise, he reached out and grabbed her right hand, tugging her towards him."What are you…" She began to question in protest, but he abruptly cut her off by planting his lips on hers and passionately kissing her.Her cheeks flushed, and she couldn't stop him from smudging her makeup or licking the lipstick off her lips."Darius.” She whispered breathlessly, recalling that he had dragged her from the doorpost and that they were now standing in the corridor."We're at the corridor. Someone might notice us and...""And what?" He asked, his voice so deep and tempting that she forgot what she had planned to ask him. I

BRIELLE’S POV A Dream~ ‘Please get me out of here!' Brielle screamed, her hands grabbing the metal cage doors as she cried.He was standing before her—the old man she detested, the man she referred to as her father. He had a smug look on his face, and even as she cursed and screamed, shouting so loudly that her raw, thirsty voice resonated throughout the entire room, he didn't appear to flinch or care.Instead, he stood stiffly before her, jingling the keys and staring like a maniac.'Let me out of here right now!' Brielle yelled once again, her voice raspy and hoarse. She was tired of shouting. She just wanted to get out of the cell.'Hahaha. You thought you could escape me, right?' He laughed snidely again. ‘Now that I have you, you're not going anywhere. Not now, not never. Foolish girl.’Brielle clacked her tongue bitterly, and still screaming with tears running down her bare cheeks, she told him. ‘You will undoubtedly regret this. You will, I assure you. When Lord Darius arri

BRIELLE’S POV Brielle's hearty grin deepened as she looked at the mirror.She was in a terrific mood tonight. She didn’t know why. Even though she disagreed briefly with Madeline earlier, she was now better off and happier in ways she couldn't articulate.Maybe it was because of this date with Lord Darius, and the fact that she hadn't seen him all day added to the tension. She missed him terribly, and if she saw him tonight, she would not hesitate to tell him so. "Damn!" She whispered again, glancing at her lovely self. She was dressed in a dark green gown with a slit up the thighs, and the cloth hugged all her curves nicely, emphasizing her figure.She couldn’t wait to hear Darius's endearing words, and knowing how she would blush excessively, her cheeks going pink and melting under his intense gaze, she let out a gentle smile. However, Brielle adored it. She adored the way he gazed at her—dreamily and full of so much love. She adored how he treated her as if she were an egg, w

BRIELLE’S POV Brielle paused, her left hand lifted, as she considered knocking on Madeline's door.She had vowed to confront Madeline about the missing necklace before weeping herself to sleep last night, and now she was here. Her eyes were still sore from sobbing all day, and even though she was shaking violently with rage, Brielle knew she had to talk to Madeline or she wouldn't be herself at all.She needed answers, and Lord knows she'd battle for them if she had to.Brielle brought her hands down as a whimper crossed her lips. Steadying herself, she twisted the doorknob instead of knocking and entered the open room."Who the hell is…" Madeline was already saying something, but the moment she saw Brielle, she stopped talking.With a tiny smirk, she swiftly jumped up from her chair and folded her arms."And what brings you here, miss?" Madeline asked, her eyes darting all over Brielle's body. Her disdain was visible, but Brielle didn't flinch. And raising her shoulders, she wiped