You'reMine
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“kaia!!” Caspian’s voice was tight with concern as he steadied me, his hand brushing my cheek. “What’s wrong? You’re pale as a ghost.”
I couldn’t answer. My throat was too dry, my mind too chaotic. Ethan’s gaze burned into me, and I could feel the weight of his presence like a storm brewing in the room. He didn’t say a word, just stood there.
Caspian scooped me up effortlessly, his arms strong and secure around me. My head lolled against his chest as he carried me up the stairs, his heart racing against my ear. From the corner of my eye, I caught Ethan’s face one last time—his lips pressed into a thin line, the way he looked at me—cold, and yet undeniably familiar—told me everything I needed to know. He remembers.
He laid me gently on the bed, his brow furrowed with worry. “Are you okay? Do you need me to call the doctor over?”
“I’m fine,” I managed to choke out, though my trembling hands betrayed me. “It’s just… stress. I’ll be fine with a little rest.”
Caspian didn’t look convinced. He reached for his phone, already dialing Grayson’s number, but I snatched it from his hand and ended the call.
“That’s not necessary. I’m really fine,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt.
He hesitated, then nodded, pulling away to open the wardrobe. He returned with a small first aid kit, setting it on the bedside table. He handed me an aspirin and a glass of water. “Take this and get some sleep.”
I nodded, swallowing the pill without argument. But I knew no amount of aspirin could ease the storm raging inside me. The pain wasn’t physical—it was the kind that gnawed at your soul, leaving you raw and exposed.
Caspian tucked the blankets around me, his touch soothing despite the chaos in my mind. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “My brother is still waiting. I need to get back to him.”
“I’m sorry for ruining the dinner,” I whispered, guilt twisting in my chest.
“It’s okay,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I’m sure he understands.”
He stood, his tall frame casting a shadow over the bed, and left the room with quiet steps. The moment the door clicked shut, the tears I’d been holding back finally spilled over. I buried my face in the pillow, my body shaking with silent sobs.
Why is this happening to me? Fate was playing a cruel joke, and I was the punchline. This was the kind of moment when a daughter needed her parents’ love, but I had none to turn to. I’d cut ties with my parents after the wedding—or rather, they’d cut ties with me. They hadn’t called once to check if I was okay, if I was even still alive.
I sat up, wiping my tears as I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. My hands shook as I dialed Sonia’s number. The line rang once, and she picked up. Thank God.
“He’s here. Sonia. What do I do?” I blurted, my voice frantic.
“Kaia, what’s wrong? Who’s there?”
The line crackled, and then it went dead. I tried calling her again, but the call wouldn’t go through. I dialed Rena's number next, but it was switched off. No. No, no, no.
I was completely alone.
I collapsed back onto the bed, my face buried in the pillow as silent sobs wracked my body. I didn’t know how long I cried, but eventually, exhaustion took over, and I drifted into a restless sleep.
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The sound of the door creaking open jolted me awake. My back was turned to the entrance. I didn’t want to look at Caspian—my face was swollen, my eyes red. What would I even tell him if he asked? I felt a pang of guilt. Yes, I’d slept with Ethan before I married Caspian, but that didn’t make this any easier.
His hand gently patted my head in a soothing way, and I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth. But something wasn’t right. Caspian smelled like cedarwood, not citrus with a hint of smokiness. There was only one other person here.
Ethan.
I sprang up, moving to the edge of the bed. “What are you doing here?”
“You look terrible,” he said, his hand moving to touch my head again. This time, I slapped it away. Ethan chuckled, a dark sound that made my skin crawl. “I wanted to check up on you. Caspian’s worried.”
“Thanks for the concern, but I’m fine,” I snapped, though my voice lacked conviction. “Please leave.”
He ignored me, closing the distance between us in a few effortless moves. He sat on the edge of the bed, his body radiating heat as he leaned in closer.
“Do you remember that night?” he asked, his breath warm against my ear.
He ignored me, closing the distance between us in a few effortless moves. He sat on the edge of the bed, his body radiating heat as he leaned in closer. Too close. His presence was overwhelming, and I could feel the tension crackling between us.
“Do you remember that night?” he asked, his breath warm against my ear.
I shook my head, though the truth was written all over my face.
Ethan smirked, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. His touch was feather-light, but it sent a jolt of electricity through me. “You’re lying,” he murmured, his fingers trailing down my cheek. “You remember everything, don’t you?”
“Ethan, please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
“Please what?” he asked, his lips brushing against my ear.
“Please leave. I’m married to your brother,” I said, my voice unwavering . But even as the words left my mouth, I knew they weren’t enough. My body was already responding to him, and he knew it.
“Tell me you want me to stop,” he challenged, his hand sliding down to my waist. His touch was firm, possessive, and it ignited something deep inside me. This was wrong. So wrong. But my mind and body were at war, and my body was winning.
I opened my mouth to protest, but no words came out. My mind screamed at me to push him away, to tell him to leave, to remind him that I was married to his brother. But my body had other ideas.
Ethan’s lips found mine, and I was lost. His kiss was fire, burning away the guilt and fear that had consumed me. His hands were everywhere, igniting a flame that threatened to consume me. I clung to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he pushed me back onto the bed.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his lips trailing down my neck. “You always have been.”
I was so lost in the pleasure, but the sound of footsteps approaching brought me back to my senses. And then the door creaked open.
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