Possessive InLove

Chapter 20: A Kingdom Built for Two

Chapter 20: A Kingdom Built for Two

Rena's POV

The penthouse was transformed into a palace. Every inch was covered in soft gold tones and white marble, luxurious yet suffocating in its grandeur. From the moment I woke up, I was enveloped in the preparations for tomorrow's wedding. It felt more like I was being prepared for an event, a showcase-not a bride getting ready to marry the man she loved.

As I stepped into the massive dressing room, I was met by rows upon rows of wedding gowns, shoes, and accessories. Fabrics of the finest silk and lace, each more extravagant than the last, lined the walls. Gowns hung delicately, shimmering with pearls, Swarovski crystals, and golden embroidery. It was like a dream-but it wasn't mine.

I walked slowly, my fingers brushing over the lace sleeves of one gown. I couldn't bring myself to smile. I was standing in the center of what any girl would call a fantasy, yet it felt like a cage-a beautiful, gilded cage built by Filip.

"Try this one on, Rena," came Filip's voice behind me.

I turned to see him standing in the doorway, his gaze sharp, watching me closely. He didn't ask. He commanded. The gown he held was unlike anything I had seen before-ivory silk with a golden sheen, intricate lace patterns woven throughout, and a train that seemed to go on forever. It was a masterpiece, like everything else in the room. Everything meticulously chosen by him. For me.

Or rather, for what he wanted me to be.

I stepped forward reluctantly, feeling the weight of his expectations. "It's too much, Filip," I murmured, though I knew he wouldn't listen. He never did.

He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a slight smile, but there was no warmth in it. "Nothing is too much for you, Rena. You're my queen, and tomorrow, the world will see it."

I swallowed the lump in my throat as the stylists gathered around me, quickly moving to help me into the gown. As the soft fabric slid over my skin, I felt like I was slipping deeper into something I couldn't escape.

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Filip's POV

I watched as they dressed her, every movement perfect, every detail falling into place. She was beautiful, my Rena-just as I had imagined. The gown hugged her in all the right ways, the diamonds on her neck catching the light, reflecting the wealth and power I had built.

Tomorrow, everything would be perfect. The entire city would witness our union, and there would be no question in anyone's mind: Rena belonged to me. This wasn't just a wedding; it was a declaration, a statement of possession. She was mine-completely.

I moved closer, watching her through the mirror as the stylists adjusted the lace on her gown. She looked ethereal, like something out of a dream. But I could see the hesitation in her eyes, the flicker of doubt. That would pass. She would learn.

"Rena," I said, my voice low, "tomorrow, everyone will see you for who you truly are. My bride. My queen."

She glanced up at me through the mirror, her eyes filled with uncertainty. I stepped closer, my fingers brushing her bare shoulder, feeling the warmth of her skin. I leaned down, whispering against her ear, "No one will ever take you from me."

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she looked like she might protest. But then, just as I expected, she stayed silent.

The stylists finished their work and stepped back, revealing the final result. Rena, draped in ivory and gold, her hair in soft waves cascading down her back, a glittering tiara placed delicately on her head. She looked like royalty. My royalty.

"Perfect," I murmured, circling around her slowly, my eyes taking in every inch of her. "This is how you should always look-elegant, untouchable."

She turned slightly, meeting my gaze, but I could see the discomfort there. She didn't understand yet. But she would. Tomorrow, she would walk down the aisle, and everything would fall into place. She would be mine in every sense of the word.

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Rena's POV

As I stood there, draped in diamonds and lace, I felt the weight of his words. I wasn't a bride in love, anticipating her wedding day with joy and excitement. I was an object, a symbol of his power, dressed in the most luxurious things money could buy to reflect that.

Filip circled me like a predator, his gaze possessive, admiring the way the gown clung to my body, the way the diamonds sparkled on my skin. The gown, the jewelry, the tiara-they weren't gifts. They were chains, binding me to him in a way I couldn't escape.

"You don't need to try any more dresses," Filip said softly, his hand resting possessively on my waist. "This is the one. You'll wear this tomorrow, and everyone will know you belong to me."

I glanced down at the gown, at the intricate lace and shimmering crystals, and felt a shiver run through me. It was stunning, yes, but it wasn't me. Nothing about this wedding was me. It was all him-his vision, his world.

"I-Filip, I don't know if I'm ready," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He turned me to face him, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You will be ready," he said firmly. "This wedding is happening. You're mine, Rena, and tomorrow, the world will see it."

His grip on my waist tightened, not painfully, but enough to remind me of his control. The air between us felt heavy, charged with his possessiveness, his need to make me understand that there was no escape. Not now. Not ever.

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Filip's POV

The preparations for tomorrow were nearly complete. The venue-a sprawling estate with crystal chandeliers and towering white roses-was set. The guest list was exclusive, filled with the most powerful people in the city. Every detail had been attended to with precision, and tomorrow, Rena would walk down that aisle, perfect in every way.

I had spared no expense. Only the finest silk, the most flawless diamonds, the rarest flowers. This wedding wasn't just a ceremony; it was a testament to my power, to the life I had built-and Rena was the crown jewel. She would shine brighter than anyone else, and everyone would know she belonged to me.

I looked at her one last time in the mirror, satisfied with what I saw. Tomorrow, she would be my wife. Tomorrow, there would be no doubt left in her mind-or anyone else's.

"Everything is ready," I said, stepping closer to her. "The flowers, the music, the estate. You will be the center of it all, Rena. And when you walk down that aisle, you'll be mine forever."

I kissed her temple gently, a silent reminder of what was to come. She didn't resist. She wouldn't. Tomorrow, everything would fall into place. She would wear the gown, the diamonds, the tiara, and she would be mine in every sense.

And nothing-not her hesitation, not her doubt-would stop that.

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Rena's POV

As the night grew darker and the preparations came to an end, I stood alone in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. I looked like a princess, dressed in all the trappings of wealth and power. But it didn't feel right. The weight of everything-of Filip's expectations, of the life I was about to step into-pressed down on me like a lead blanket.

Tomorrow, I would become Filip's wife. Tomorrow, I would walk down the aisle in this gown, wearing his diamonds, under the eyes of the world. Tomorrow, I would lose whatever was left of myself.

And there was no escape.