CHAPTER 5
834 Words
“Late again?” she teased.
He smiled. “Work doesn’t wait.”
She crossed her arms. “You always say that.”
“And you always wait for me anyway,” he replied.
She shrugged. “Someone has to make sure you don’t forget your own house.”
He laughed at that, reaching out to pull her into a quick hug.
“Listen,” he said softly, his tone shifting slightly. “No matter what happens… this house, everything I have… It’s yours.”
She pulled back, frowning. “Why are you saying it like that?”
“Just promise me you’ll stay strong,” he said.
“I will,” she replied without thinking.
He smiled again. “That’s my girl.”
Clara pressed her lips together tightly.
Her chest ached.
“That was your house…” she whispered to herself.
And now—
It wasn’t.
Not anymore.
Her aunt had taken everything.
Adrian had betrayed her.
And now she was being taken somewhere she didn’t know… to a man she had never seen.
Her breathing grew uneven again.
“Why is this happening…” she murmured, her voice cracking.
The car drove on.
The silence inside it felt endless.
Occasionally, she could hear the faint sound of horns in the distance, or the rough shift of tires on different roads. But nothing was familiar enough to recognize.
She had no idea where they were.
Or how far they had gone.
Her body started to ache from sitting in the same position for too long, but she didn’t dare move too much.
Fear had settled deep inside her now.
Not loud like before.
Not panicked.
But heavy.
Cold.
Real.
At some point, her thoughts went quiet.
Not because she was okay.
But because she was empty.
Too much had happened in one day.
Too much to process.
Too much to feel.
Then suddenly—
The car slowed down.
Clara’s body tensed immediately.
Her fingers curled slightly into her dress.
Her heartbeat picked up again, fast and loud in her ears.
This was it.
The car came to a complete stop.
Silence.
Then the engine turned off.
The sound made her stomach twist.
The door opened.
“Out.”
The voice was firm.
Clara didn’t move at first.
Her body refused.
Fear held her in place.
A hand grabbed her arm.
“Out,” the man repeated.
She stumbled as they pulled her from the car, her feet unsteady as they touched the ground.
The air felt different here.
Cooler.
Still.
Too still.
She tried to listen carefully.
No traffic.
No voices.
Nothing.
Wherever they were… it was quiet.
Too quiet.
“Please…” she said softly again, her voice weak now. “Just tell me where I am…”
No response.
They dragged her forward.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Her shoes scraped lightly against the ground.
Then
A door opened.
The sound echoed slightly, like a large space.
She was pulled inside.
The air changed again.
Colder.
Controlled.
Clean.
Her heart pounded harder.
She could feel it in her chest, in her throat, everywhere.
“What are you going to do with me…?” she asked, her voice barely steady.
No one answered.
They kept moving.
Her steps became slower, more hesitant, but the grip on her arms didn’t loosen.
Then finally—
They stopped.
There was a brief pause.
Then one of the men spoke.
“She’s here.”
Clara’s breath caught.
Her entire body went still.
She didn’t know why…
But something about the way he said it made her feel like she had just crossed a line she could never go back from.
A door opened again.
She was pushed forward.
“Inside.”
Clara stumbled slightly but managed to stay on her feet.
Then—
Silence.
The men stepped back.
She could feel it.
Even without seeing.
They had let go.
Her breathing became louder in her own ears.
Slow.
Uneven.
Terrified.
For a moment… nothing happened.
Then,
A new voice spoke.
Calm.
Deep.
Controlled.
“Remove it.”
Clara’s heart skipped.
The cloth was pulled off her face.
Light flooded her vision.
She blinked rapidly, her eyes struggling to adjust.
And slowly…
The room came into focus.
The light stung Clara’s eyes.
She blinked repeatedly, her vision blurry at first, her head still spinning from everything that had just happened. For a few seconds, all she could see were shapes—shadows, movement, outlines.
Then slowly…
Everything became clear.
She was standing in a large room.
Clean. Quiet. Expensive.
The kind of place that didn’t need decoration to prove wealth—it was obvious in the space, the furniture, the silence.
Her breathing slowed just a little, but her heart was still racing.
Then she saw him.
Standing directly in front of her.
Clara froze.
For a moment, everything else disappeared.
Because the man in front of her was… striking.
Not in a loud or flashy way.
But in a way that made it hard to look away.
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