author_mirelia
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- Parts 9
The mansion was silent again.
Not empty-never empty.
Just heavy with tension and secrets.
Yashvi stood barefoot on the cold marble floor, wrapped in a silk robe they had chosen for her, her damp hair falling over trembling shoulders. She had stopped trying to escape-not because the doors were locked, but because the three men watching her made freedom feel impossible.
Damien leaned against the fireplace, calm and dangerous.
Adrian sat silently in the shadows, his cold eyes fixed only on her.
And Emiliano stood closest, a sinful smirk resting on his lips as he stepped toward her slowly.
"What do you all want from me?" she whispered.
"You," Emiliano answered simply.
"Your trust," Adrian said coldly.
"Your loyalty," Damien finished, his deep voice wrapping around her like a warning.
Yashvi tried to step back, but Damien's hand settled firmly around her waist, stopping her instantly.
"You don't run anymore, princess," he murmured.
The three brothers closed in around her-not with chains, not with force, but with something far more dangerous. Attention. Obsession. Possession.
And somewhere deep inside herself, Yashvi realized the terrifying truth-
part of her no longer wanted to leave.