Kidnapped to love

chapter 63

Crystal sat on her bed, the soft fabric of her blanket crumpled in her tight grip. Tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving streaks on her skin as she tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions crashing over her. The memory of Dimitri’s harsh words echoed in her mind, stabbing at her heart with every replay. How could he treat me like this? she thought, anguish coursing through her.

“So what if I said I don’t love him? Doesn’t mean he has to act like this!” she whispered to herself, the frustration evident in her voice. “I’m just not sure. I won’t lie—I like him. At first, it was all so scary, but slowly, I started liking him.”

She wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling them close to her chest as she recalled the moments that had captivated her. The way he flirted with her, the playful teasing that made her heart race, the intense confessions he’d dropped like bombs in their conversations, and the affectionate nickname doll that made her feel special, even amidst the chaos. But with every positive thought came the darker shadows that loomed over their connection.

“Yeah, he still scares me,” she admitted softly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “The way he gets possessive… the way he shouts at me… it all terrifies me.”

She buried her face in her hands, feeling the weight of confusion settle on her shoulders. I like him, she acknowledged, but the uncertainty gnawed at her. Do I love him? Or am I even allowed to love him? Her heart raced at the thought, but the truth was undeniably complex.

He’s a dangerous man,she reminded herself, her mind racing with the reality of his world. He’s in the mafia, and I’m just a normal girl. I don’t belong in his life, and I can’t ignore that fact.

Crystal glanced at the ring on her finger, the one Dimitri had given her. It sparkled softly in the dim light of her room, a constant reminder of their bond. Is it really true what’s between us? she wondered, a mix of hope and fear coursing through her veins.

But what if it’s nothing? The thought sent a chill down her spine. What if he never loved me? What if he was just playing with me?

Her heart raced as doubts clouded her mind. The fear of rejection, of being a pawn in his dangerous game, loomed large. Crystal felt herself spiraling, the walls of her room closing in on her as the tears continued to flow.

“I don’t know what to believe anymore,” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “I’m so confused. I don’t know what I feel or what I should feel. I want to trust him… but can I? What if he’s just toying with my heart?”

The weight of her internal struggle felt unbearable. She wanted to love him, to believe in the moments they shared, but the shadows of his world, the unpredictability of his temper, and the harsh reality of their circumstances loomed over her like a storm cloud.

As she lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling, she felt a flicker of hope amidst the chaos. Maybe love is worth the risk, she thought, but can I take that leap?