His Kitten!

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Damion POV: 

I walked away without a backward glance, knowing this was the hardest decision I'd ever made. But it had to be done. She needed to learn the lesson that not everything in life can be taken for granted. I could see it in her eyes, in the way she was slowly falling for me—the way she reacted, her cute little ramblings. But this was the final step, the ultimate test. She had to realize that she can't live without me, that I'm everything to her.

Yes, I knew my ways of getting her were wrong, but the moment I found out she was planning to run, something snapped inside me. I wanted to break her so badly, to make her understand that she could only depend on me. I'm not foolish enough to leave her alone in a foreign country. My kitten needs to learn her place, and this is the only way she'll come to me willingly, desperately, with tears in her eyes, falling right into my trap.

I've ensured that my guards will watch her every move, 24/7. She might feel free, but it's an illusion, a cage I've carefully crafted around her. She's mine, whether she realizes it or not, and now she's in the perfect position to learn that truth.

The way she begged me not to leave her, the desperation in her voice it was intoxicating. Watching her break was more satisfying than I imagined. Getting her parents to abandon her, paying Stacy to betray her, even orchestrating the shooting last night it was all part of my plan to tighten my grip on her.

She's right where I want her now, and the best part? She has no idea. She'll think she's acting on her own, but every step she takes, every move she makes, will lead her right back to me. And when she finally does, when she's crawling back, I'll be waiting, ready to claim what's mine.

Anastasia POV:

He left me there like I was nothing, discarded like a rag doll. I couldn't comprehend what was happening to me—how did it come to this? I thought we understood each other, that there was something real between us, but now I was all alone, abandoned in a strange place. I collapsed onto the floor, tears streaming down my face as I cried and cried, the pain in my chest growing with every sob.

After what felt like hours, I heard the door open, but I didn't even bother to look up. Footsteps approached, and a soft voice broke through my despair. It was a woman, probably in her 30s. I was confused—how had she gotten in? She gently introduced herself as Jessy, saying that Damion had hired her to take care of me, to cook and clean.Jessy led me to the bedroom, a minimalistic space that felt cold and unfamiliar. She tried to comfort me with her gentle words and touch, but it was no use. The days passed in a blur after that. I didn't have the strength to get out of bed. Jessy was always there, trying to console me as I cried. She became like a mother figure, taking care of me, making sure I ate, even forcing me to take walks when I refused to leave the house.

Three months passed since he left me, and I wanted to forget everything, to start my life over. But it was too hard. I couldn't rely on anyone anymore, not even on Jessy. I knew I had to be strong on my own. Eventually, I started to get out of bed a little earlier, going for morning walks, helping Jessy with breakfast and other chores. It felt like I was returning to some sense of normalcy, but deep down, I knew it was all an illusion. He was still in my heart, haunting me. Whenever I thought of him, my chest would tighten, and tears would fill my eyes. Some nights, the pain was so overwhelming that I couldn't sleep. There were moments when I even wanted to end it all, just to escape the torment.