Chapter 6(Chase POV)

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Her long black hair cascaded down her back like a flowing river of night, shimmering under the fading light of the sunset. Her porcelain skin glowed with a natural radiance, almost ethereal in its beauty. But it was her piercing green eyes that truly captivated me, sparkling like precious emeralds as she lovingly gazed into my soul. It was at midnight on the beach that I first encountered Angelica, tears streaming down my face, my heart heavy with the weight of my father's expectations. In that vulnerable moment, she appeared like a guardian angel, soothing my pain with her angelic voice, comforting touch, and a promise to always be there for me. From that day forward, our bond grew stronger, evolving from mere friendship to an unbreakable connection.

Flash

I can still vividly recall the image of Angelica and me perched on the rooftop of my grand mansion, our legs playfully dangling over the edge as we shared ice creams, savoring the sweetness of the moment. 

Flash

In a dazzling gown that I had gotten her, crafted from the finest silk, adorned with delicate crystals that shimmered with every step, Angelica danced with grace and elegance, a vision of beauty that took my breath away. 

Flash

I pressed a tender kiss upon her forehead, promising to protect her, to cherish her forever. She swore her unwavering loyalty, vowing never to leave my side. As she lay in my lap, I gently braided her hair, weaving a symbol of our bond, a testament to our love. Angelica became more than a friend – she became my girlfriend, my confidante, my world.  

Flash

But then, the world shattered around me. Angelica, my love, coldly stood alone in my father's office, hidden from the watchful eyes of security cameras. A glint of malevolence gleamed in her eyes as she plunged a knife into my father's heart, his life extinguished in an instant. The shock sent my mother into a heart attack, leaving me broken and sobbing, grasping for answers as I begged Angelica to stop, to explain the unimaginable. 

"I was sent here on a mission by the Lord to gain your trust and murder your father!" Angelica's voice echoed with maniacal laughter. Angelica fled, never to be seen again. My mother was hospitalized, my father dead, and my heart turned to stone. I blamed myself, tormented by the choices I had made.


"Sir Chase!" Startled, I awoke in the dimly lit basement, disoriented and surrounded by shards of broken glass. Alice, one of my loyal servants, knelt beside me, concern etched across her face as she helped me sit up. 

"What happened?"

"Your girlfriend came down here, claiming she wanted to help you deal with your stress," Alice replied softly, sweeping up the remnants of the shattered glass. "But she left you here, alone and unconscious. I don't know where she went."

"Girlfriend?"

"Yeah, the mute girl you brought in," Alice replied, dumping the glass into the trash can. "She claimed to be your partner, is she not?"

I clenched my fists. "She's a prisoner of mine."

My fists clenched, fury rising within me. "Girlfriend? No, she's a prisoner of mine that needs to be punished!" 

Alice's face froze, her grip on the dustpan faltering. "I-I'm so sorry, Sir Chase. I had no idea. She left the house a few hours ago." R

Rising to my feet, flames of anger consumed me. "We must find her, Alice. But we cannot let anyone outside this mansion know of her existence or our search. Do you understand?"

 "Yes, Sir Chase!" Alice stammered,

She darted up the stairs, urgently summoning the guards to initiate a search party. How could I have let her slip away? 

I clenched my fists as I recalled my dream. Angelica...



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