The next few days passed in a blur, and I couldn’t shake the memory of the strange encounter in the hallway. His piercing gaze, the way he stared as though he could see right through me, sent chills down my spine even now. It was unsettling.
Yet, a part of me, no matter how small, couldn’t help but wonder about him.
But that was all in the past. Right now, I had to focus on figuring out why he was sitting on my couch.
“Aurelia,” my mother’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. She sounded nervous, almost… afraid? I glanced over at her, noticing the tension in her features as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress.
I looked back at him—Darius Gravon. He had his arms casually spread across the back of the sofa, like he owned the place. His sharp, calculating eyes were fixed on me, making my skin crawl.
He was handsome, yes, but there was something dangerous about him. It was in the way he carried himself, the unspoken power that radiated off him.
It wasn’t just that he was confident. It was something more. Something darker.
“Aurelia, this is Mr. Gravon,” my mother began hesitantly, her eyes flicking nervously between us.
“He has… a proposal.”
I raised an eyebrow. “A proposal?”
Darius stood up then, his height and presence even more intimidating than I remembered from the hallway.
He took a step toward me, and I instinctively took one back.
“Ms. Fontaine,” his voice was low, smooth, but there was an edge to it that sent another shiver down my spine.
“I don’t like to waste time, so I’ll get straight to the point.”
I stared at him, my heart beating faster with each second.
“I want you,” he said simply, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. “And what I want, I always get.”
My breath caught in my throat. What?
“You… what?” I managed to choke out. My mother didn’t say a word, just stood there, watching the exchange with an expression I couldn’t quite read.
Darius’s lips curled into a faint smirk. “You’re going to be mine, Aurelia. Your family has already agreed to the terms.”
I turned to my mother, panic rising in my chest. “What is he talking about? What terms?”
She looked down, avoiding my gaze. “It’s… complicated, dear.”
“Complicated?” I repeated, my voice shaking with disbelief. “You’re selling me off like some kind of property?”
Darius chuckled softly. “It’s not like that. You’ll be well taken care of. Your family will be compensated handsomely.”
My fists clenched at my sides. “I’m not a thing to be bought!”
He took another step toward me, and I felt the air around me grow heavier, suffocating. “You misunderstand, Aurelia. This is non-negotiable.”
I glared up at him, forcing myself to stand my ground despite the fear swirling inside me. “You can’t just—”
“I can,” he cut me off, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “And I will.”
Tears stung the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
“This isn’t happening,” I muttered, backing away from him. “I won’t do it.”
Darius’s eyes darkened, and that same sadistic smirk from before returned to his lips. “You don’t have a choice, Aurelia. You belong to me now. It’s only a matter of time before you accept it.”
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