"If I ever catch you talking to someone like them again, looking at them, or even smiling at them..." His voice dipped lower, a deadly whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "I'll make sure you forget they exist—starting by reminding you exactly who you belong to."
His gaze locked onto mine, searing with dominance. The intensity in his eyes made my legs falter, weakening beneath me. My feet stumbled slightly, and a knowing smirk crept onto his lips as if he reveled in the effect he had on me. He was fully aware of what he was doing, and it gave him a twisted sense of satisfaction.
Straightening himself, he turned his back to me, grabbed his coat from the couch, and walked away without sparing me another glance. The silence he left behind was deafening.
I watched his retreating figure and scoffed under my breath, a mixture of frustration and defiance bubbling within me. Without another word, I stormed upstairs, my heart pounding as if trying to remind me of something I couldn't quite grasp.
I didn't know why, but in front of him, I always seemed to find a strange sense of confidence. Perhaps it was because I had grown accustomed to the madness that seemed to swirl around him and everyone here. Or maybe I was just becoming numb to it all.
Sighing, I pushed open the door to my room and threw myself onto the bed. I was seconds away from closing my eyes and sinking into much-needed oblivion when the sharp ring of the telephone shattered the silence.
I knew who it was. No one called me except for him.
Reluctantly, I got up and reached for the phone, my fingers brushing against the receiver before lifting it to my ear.
"Azar," I said, my voice flat.
He hummed in response. I could hear the faint beeping in the background, a constant reminder that the call was being recorded, just like every other time.
"Did you know that..." he started, his voice heavy with accusation. My heart stopped.
"Azar... I... I..." My words fumbled, my voice trembling as I tried to piece together a coherent response.
Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. The only sounds were the soft breaths on the other end of the line, speaking volumes without saying a word.
"Are you okay?" I asked, breaking the unbearable quiet.
"I am not," he admitted. The vulnerability in his voice was jarring, and I could only hum in response. I already knew he wasn't okay. He never was.
"Bubble..." His voice cracked, and .
"I'm sor—"
Before he could finish, I slammed the receiver down, cutting off his words. My breath hitched, becoming heavier with each passing second. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. My throat felt dry, my mind racing with thoughts I couldn't control.
He couldn't say it. No one could. Not after everything.
Gripping the edge of the table for support, my gaze landed on the painting that only I was allowed to see. It was a family portrait, a reminder of a life I could no longer claim as my own. A life stolen from me the day they came.
Their greed had destroyed everything— my freedom, me.
"Their fortune "I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the irony. This single word—fortune—was the reason I was here, trapped in a cage with no escape. Each day felt like torture, a slow and methodical process of breaking me down until I was nothing more than a lifeless doll molded to their liking.
"Why me?" I had asked countless times, but no one ever gave me an answer.
"Why only me?" Again, silence.
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Romance"She was never his to take, but he got her anyway." In the merciless world of the Baldwins, where power is law and obsession runs deep, a young girl becomes their prey. Stripped of her freedom, she is trapped in a brutal game of possession. Ray , th...
