" I'm sor-"
"DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!"
I yelled with tears streaming down my face when witnessing m...
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The grand chandelier above the dining room glistened like captured stars, casting a warm golden glow across the pristine, meticulously arranged table. Everything was perfect or so it seemed. Deenaz scanned the room one last time, his sharp gaze scrutinizing every detail. The wine glasses sparkled, the silverware gleamed, and the aroma of gourmet dishes wafted through the air. The florals, a mix of white lilies and blood-red roses, stood as a centerpiece, a subtle nod to the balance of purity and passion he felt toward her.
Deenaz adjusted his cufflinks, his jaw tightening as a sliver of unease crept into his thoughts. This night had to be flawless. Every movement, every word he spoke had to be deliberate. Tonight wasn't just dinner. Tonight, Elizey would become his in every sense of the word. She wouldn't leave this mansion without promising herself to him.
His lips curled into a dangerous smirk at the thought. And if she resists? His fingers brushed against the silk of his tie, smoothing it. He wouldn't let her. She would have no choice but to stay by his side. Deenaz didn't believe in accidents; every eventuality had been accounted for. He wasn't above orchestrating a situation where she'd have no one to turn to but him. He thrived on her dependence—her helplessness.
A faint sound broke his reverie: the hum of a car engine pulling into the driveway. Deenaz's pulse quickened as he moved to the window. Her car door opened, and there she was—his Elizey. A golden satin bodycon dress clung to her delicate frame, shimmering in the dim evening light. Her dark hair fell in soft waves down her back, and her subtle makeup only enhanced her natural beauty. She looked ethereal.
His gaze darkened, and he exhaled sharply, muttering under his breath, "Mine."
She stepped out of the car with a grace that stole his breath. Her soft "thank you" to the driver carried faintly to his ears. Deenaz straightened and turned, signaling his guards with a curt nod. The men scattered without a word, their exit silent but efficient. Elizey, stepping into the mansion's entrance hall, glanced around like a curious kitten, her wide eyes darting to every corner, taking in the opulence. The momentary distraction ignited a flicker of irritation in Deenaz.
She hadn't noticed him yet.
With long, deliberate strides, Deenaz closed the distance between them. Before she could react, his hand slid firmly around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Elizey let out a soft gasp, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest. His lips hovered near her ear, his warm breath brushing against her skin as he whispered, "Welcome to my home, kitten. You look... exquisite."
Elizey shivered, her pulse quickening under his touch. She struggled to find words, the proximity unnerving her. His voice was low, almost a growl, laced with a possessiveness that made her feel both flattered and trapped.
Deenaz tilted his head slightly, inhaling the faint peach fragrance clinging to her skin. His grip tightened ever so slightly as he murmured, "You smell intoxicating." He pulled back just enough to press a lingering kiss on the back of her hand. "Come," he said with a charming smile that masked the dark thoughts lurking beneath. "Let's eat."
