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CHAPTER 6.

Adnan's P.O.V

A thud followed after a loud sigh when I rested my expensive watch and wallet on the table. The whole damn mansion was drenched in darkness and I didn't want to turn on the lights. Because it feels wrong, seeing she was facing the darkness in her whole damn life.

I have thrown my tired body on the couch, along with my head back. Looking at the ceiling pointlessly.

My mind again, slowly, neatly, shifted back to the woman.

She wasn't just a woman.

She was a miracle in my life.

She was fragile.

I did everything wrong, from start to end it's not the end but I somehow know-I'll end everything wrong.

The only thing I know is that.

SHE WAS MINE.

SHE IS MINE.

SHE WILL REMAIN MINE.

That's the fact she needs to accept. I know everything about her, her past, her present and I'm creating her future too. Her life belongs to me since I first laid my eyes on her.

She was fire yet ice.

I'm her prey. I'm burning for her. My heart is burning. My mind is foggy.

Again the scene of me being slapped by her turns green. My wounds open again.

My ego was hurt. She was innocent to make this mistake.

I'm angry with myself for being so reckless. One day she will be mine then for what I'm eager for so much and it's not like she will hug me after being hugged.

I deserve the slap.

But still, somewhere embers peppered my heart in rage. She slapped me.

She will pay for it.

She better be prepared.

" Oh! Jeez. " I looked at Alvord who just entered the mansion - f**king my house- and dramatically flinched. " You're looking like a ghost, bro. " He rolled his eyes entering the hall, avoiding my glance.

" Who gives you permission to enter my property? " I growled but he was already making himself feel at home. Sitting on the sofa next to me, sliding down with a calm face.

" I don't need it. " He waved his hand in lazy manners, my blood boiled but he was like this. Nothing can make him serious.

" By the way, you went after her again? " Maybe he can be?

He raised his brown and firm expression. Alvord was the only one who know about my obsession with MY CUPCAKE. I gave him a curt nod and he shirk as he could practically see what must happen.

" Are you f**king her? " He asked with a bothered and pitiful face. His concern for my cupcake didn't please me. He somehow saw my stone expression but he glare back.

" No. But one day I'll. So hard that you hear her scream at the end of the town's sector. " He again groaned in disgust with the same expression.

" Don't you think you're doing wrong with her? " It sounds more statement than a question, I shrugged.

" Let me take care of her and you mind your own business. Why not try bringing your brain back to your career? How long it has been since you last time held the brush? Mr. Alvord Qin. " I mocked at his name. Reminding him he was the damn son of Qin, who was born a painter but he wasn't as amazing as his ancestors. He always gets annoyed hearing his surname, even though he hates it when people call him, Mr. Qin. It was a burden for him to be the son of a famous painter because everyone expects you to be as perfect as your ancestors.