Innocence Lost

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That night, as they sat on his private balcony overlooking the glittering city, Reg turned the conversation serious. "I want you to know, Alexandra, that I'm committed to making this work," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I know we haven't known each other long, but I feel a connection with you. One that I haven't felt in a long time."

Lexi's heart fluttered. No one had ever spoken to her with such raw honesty. "I feel it too," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You have no idea how captivating you are, do you?" he murmured, his gaze holding hers. "I want to be the man to show you, to be the one you deserve."

In that moment, Lexi almost believed him. Almost believed that this was real, that he was capable of love. But as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, a shiver ran down her spine. It wasn't a kiss of passion, but one of possession. And as she looked into his eyes, she saw a glimmer of triumph, of a game well played.

As the night wore on, Reg was the epitome of the doting fiancé. But amidst the romance, there were moments. A tightening of his jaw when she laughed at a joke he didn't find funny, a flash of annoyance in his eyes when she didn't meet his expectations. He would mask it with a smile, a charming apology, but Lexi couldn't shake the feeling that she was walking on eggshells.

As they danced, his hold on her was possessive, his gaze roaming over her like she was a prize he'd won. And as she looked up at him, she wondered if she'd made a terrible mistake. If the man she was engaged to was not a savior, but a predator in sheep's clothing.

As the evening drew to a close, Lexi felt a growing sense of unease. She was trapped, and she wasn't sure if there was a way out. But as she glanced up at Reg, she saw only the charming suitor, and she couldn't help but wonder if she was just being paranoid.

After all, what woman didn't have doubts when faced with the fairytale? But as she smiled up at him, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was playing into the hands of a master manipulator. And the fairytale was far from the truth.

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