𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞
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𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 has been through hell.
At age six, she was kidnapped and gone through the unimaginable. After half a year she was rescued and brought back alive yet w...
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LILITH
I tied the heel lace around my left ankle and straightened up. I only had to grab the bag and I was done.
Today was Lucian and I's date.
He told me nothing about it only said that I should wear a dress. I chose a blue one that reached mid thigh and it had no straps. It clung to my body and matched the colour of my heels.
My hair was up in a slightly messy bun and the only jewellery I had on was my wedding band.
For my makeup, I decided to do only a thin liner and a blush pink lipstick. My scars were visible but I was somehow more comfortable with them.
Now whenever I see my bare face in the mirror, I think of the paintings. It's the first thing that pops up in my mind and not how I got them or what would people say.
"Lilith?" Filipa's voice echoed from the other side of the door and she then knocked twice.
"Yes?" She slowly opened the door and walked inside. She was carrying some of my newly washed clothes.
She placed them in the closet and then stooped close to where I was.
"Sir is waiting for you." I nodded my head and smiled at her.
"You can rest tonight you don't have to make dinner."
"Oh don't say that. I love my job."
"But you still need to rest sometimes. Both you and Rodger should relax." Her eyes slightly widened at my words and a light pink colour coated her cheeks.
"I have some pants for cleaning. I'll give them to you tomorrow."
"Okay."
I looked at myself in the mirror one more time and then we left the room. Closing the door behind me, I took a deep breath. This was our first date.
My first date as well.
I've never went out like this with anyone.
My heels clacked on the stairs as I made my way down. Lucian was waiting at the entrance door, his head was turned to the windows but as soon as he heard me, he shifted towards the stairs.
My heartbeat quickened.
He was dressed in a white shirt and black dress pants. His hair was styled back and one strand was falling down his forehead. He had an expensive watch on his left wrist and the thin chain was still around his neck.
He slid his hands into the pockets of his dress pants and watched me as I walked towards him.
His eyes traveled over every inch of my body.
I tightened my hold on the bag in my hands and dug my nails into the soft leather.
"You okay?" I asked when I noticed his lips part but not a word came out.
