Whispers of love and lies

ESMERY

Somethings never change, maybe that was what's happening with me
It had been whole 2 weeks since I moved on with Idris ....
Nothing really changed
My freedom merely expanded from the confines of one room to the entire house. But the truth remained... I was still trapped.

I could watch TV in Idris's house now, but any access to a smartphone or other devices was strictly off-limits.

I felt so stupid again... because a part of me-just a tiny, naive part-hoped that Idris could be different. That maybe, just maybe, he could be the hero I desperately needed, like the ones they show in movies

A hero who could fill the emptiness inside me with hope. Someone who could make these six months away from Alston Lancaster peaceful, joyful, and brimming with excitement.

But maybe again.. I hoped a little too much

I thought maybe he could make these six months repay the last ten years of my despair.

But he was no different

.....

I did what I always do-accept and regret. But this time, I wanted it to be different. I wanted it to be do or regret
But not yet

I never understood why I was sent to New York, why I was kept hidden away from the world, shrouded in secrecy. There were so many things I didn't know. And I wanted to know it all... every single detail.

I know I can't do anything to get the answers to my questions under the watch of Alston Lancaster... This is my only chance..
My only chance to chase what was happening with me
My only chance to get al my answers
My only chance to escape

My memories were too blurred to grasp, the edges frayed and distant. I couldn't recall who my mother or father truly were. I don't even remember how I ended up in the care of my uncle-Alston Lancaster.

......

The world around me is a blur, but within the confines of my mind, clarity lingers. I know it. Though the details escape me, the certainty remains-I haven't lost my memories. They haunt me, resurfacing as visions, fragments of a past that refuses to stay buried. Some are fleeting, mere flashes of forgotten moments, while others stretch on, consuming me in their terrifying embrace. Each one is a reminder that the darkness isn't just behind me-it lives inside me.

Right now, the only one who could help me get closer to my answers of my questions is Idris. But the uncertainty of how to even begin a conversation with him has led me back to this familiar solitude.

Our interactions were rare, confined to the moments we shared at breakfast or dinner. He never spoke, and neither did I. His dark, whiskey-colored eyes bore into me throughout the meal, silencing any words that dared to form on my lips.
And i knew ... It wasn't just social anxiety.

At every meal, he would sit across the dining table, his gaze locked onto me, unyielding and intense. It was as if he was meticulously cataloging every single detail about me, his eyes never wavering, absorbing me whole.

Today was no different, the silence between us thick as ever-but I was determined to change that, even if just a little.

He watched me as I ate in silence, his gaze as piercing as always, dissecting my every move.

"What exactly are you searching for in me from past 2 weeks, Mr. D'Arcy?"

A slow, lazy smirk tugged at the corners of Idris's lips, a dark satisfaction simmering in his eyes. It was the kind of smile that spoke of victory, as if he had just won a silent war between us-one that I lost the moment I broke the silence. But there was something unsettlingly captivating in his triumph.
Losing never felt so right

Idris leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving mine, the smirk still playing on his lips.

"I'm just trying to unravel you,"

he murmured, his voice low and deliberately . The intensity in his gaze deepened, as if he were already dissecting me, piece by piece.

"You've been a mystery for far too long, Esmery. And I don't leave mysteries unsolved."

His deep voice lingeries in my ears even after he finished speaking just like his scent
Addictive

I tried to play it cool-at least, I tried-stuffing a spoonful of food into my mouth to mask my unease.

"You know, you look like a creep when you stare at me like that," I shot back, hoping the bite in my words would mask the way his gaze unsettled me.

His smirk widened, amusement dancing in his eyes as he took in the sight of me with a mouth full of food. The intensity of his gaze didn't falter, making my ill-timed attempt at nonchalance feel even more ridiculous. Honestly, I shouldn't have stuffed my mouth that much-it was downright embarrassing.

Idris's voice dropped to a husky whisper, his smirk turning wicked as he leaned in just slightly.

"But right now,"

he murmured, his eyes darkening with a predatory glint,

"the only thing I'm curious about is just how much that pretty little mouth of yours can handle."

My face flushed a deep crimson, the heat of embarrassment crawling up my neck. I quickly lowered my gaze, trying to hide the sudden rush of emotions that overwhelmed me. My mind raced, but the words seemed to catch in her throat, leaving me vulnerable and exposed under Idris's relentless gaze. I hated how easily Idris could unsettle me, how his words left me flustered and off-balance.

All I could do was focus on the food in front of me, hoping to regain some composure before he noticed just how deeply his words had affected me.

"Cat got your tongue, Esmery?"

Idris's voice was a dangerous mix of mockery and dark amusement, his words dripping with a teasing edge that only made me feel more vulnerable.

The way he said my name, so casually laced with power, sent a shiver down my spine. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the predatory gleam in his eyes told me he was enjoying every moment of my discomfort.

My eyes flashed with a mix of defiance and discomfort. I set my fork down with deliberate calm, meeting his gaze with a forced edge of confidence.

"Maybe I'm just not interested in playing your games,"

I shot back, my voice steady despite the blush still coloring my cheeks. I tried to project an air of cool indifference, even as my heart raced at the provocative challenge Idris had laid out.

I regretted trying to play it cool the moment Idris pushed his chair back and stood up, his movements deliberate and slow as he walked toward me.

He came closer, his breath hot against my ear as he bent to my level

"I never asked for your opinion"

he whispered, his voice low and laced with dark intensity.

I gulped hard, my cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. I closed my eyes, took a long, deep breath to steady myself, and then spoke, my voice barely more than a whisper.

"Why have I been shifted here?