Chapter 2
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Days passed, each one slowly moving onto the next. Kayla refused to co-operate with Derrick, she Threw her face away to the sumptuous meals he had sent her room.
She Lay awake in the king sized bed staring at the blank space sleep wouldn't come.
How could it?
She was trapped in a house, Although too luxurious but it seemed more like a prison, held captive by a fierce and blood thirsty looking devil.
A man who has stolen her from her own wedding and dared to call her his.
She needed to be smart about this.if she wanted to escape, she had to learn everything about - the Mansion layout, the security routines, the weak spots in Derrick’s control
And she needs to start as soon as possible
Derrick Entered her room holding a very beautiful and Gorgeous gown “ Wear this”
“To where?
“To a Get together party”
She crossed her arms “No”
“You will “
“And if I don't “.
A smirk appeared on his face “ Then I will dress you up myself”
She gasped for breath, like was that a threat or promise - sending heat chills down her spine
“You wouldn't dare”
He let out a slow smile which vanished immediately.
“wouldn't I?”
He brought out the dress and gestured to Kayla to take it.
Kayla snatched the dress from his hands, staring at him, “you may Leave now
His chuckle was infuriating, but he did as she asked.
Kayla stood before the mirror, her fingers clenching the soft material of the black silk dress that had been left for her.
It fits perfectly. Too perfect.
Lifting her face, she smoothed the dress over her hips and stepped toward the door, brushed her hair which wasn't too difficult,
She would face him.
She would play his game.
And when the time was right, she would win.
Minutes later, she stepped out of her room looking so charming and breathtaking even without makeup.
The dining room was massive—an expanse of dark wood, gold accents, and power.
All heads turned at her, Derrick's hands resting possessively on her waist and it seemed like he was hosting the party in his own house
The whispers followed them.
“Is this the lady?”
“The woman he married from another city?”
“Poor Girl, maybe she's aware of the kind of man she's married to
Kayla lifted her face, refusing to let them see her fear.
Derrick leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.
“You’re Damn perfect”.
“Let me go “, she whispered.
“His Grip Tightened. “And if I didn't”.
The dance began, and as he pulled her closer, Kayla realized that there was no going back - she was trapped in a deadly game.
Kayla hated every second of the party. There were too many scary and fierce looking faces around her
She should have loathed the way Derrick's hands possessively held her although the Dance as if he owned her
Every time he touched her, she felt a strange feeling of desire burning under her skin. Every time he looked at her she felt strange - like something was wrong with her.
“You’re Tense”, Derrick murmured, his breath warm against her.
“No I am not”, she snapped, keeping her gaze forward
He chuckled, tightening his grip around her waist.
Hmm, I think you are lying and you are feeling it
She scoffed. “Feel what?”
His lips barely brushed her ear. “The pull between us”.
Kayla gasped Gasped for air, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
“You're delusional”
Derrick’s smirk was slow, dangerous. “Am I?”
The song ended, and before she could escape his grip, Derrick leaned down. His lips didn't quite touch hers, but they were close - too close.
“You can fight me, pretty one, But you can't fight yourself.
Then he went to turning to speak with his colleagues.
A shudder ran through her spine. She hated the way her body reacted, the heat creeping up her neck, the unwanted awareness of just how powerful he was.
She wouldn’t let him win.
"You may have taken me from that church," she whispered, her voice sharp, "but you’ll never have me.”
Kayla clenched her fist.
she needed a way out, before she lost her sanity. The moment Derrick was distracted, Kayla took to her heels she made her way through the crowd, her heart beating so fast as she reached the back entrance but yet she didn't understand how to get away, The doors were too confusing. The cold night of the air hit her, and for the first time she felt hope.
She hid under a table waiting for the event to dismiss so that she could be able to slip into the crowd unoticed
A strong knock hit the table, alerting her but she kept mute, Kayla swallowed hard, forcing herself to remain calm even as her pulse thundered in her ears.
“Oh my gosh you must think that I must be a fool right - that was Derricks voice
Come out now at the count of five, one, two, Three…..
He raised the table up and grabbed Kayla she screamed. Kicked, Her breadth caught as she met Derricks furious gaze.
“You will never, learn do you?” He growled
Kayla glared at him, refusing to show fear.
“You can't keep me forever”.
Derrick leaned in, his body pressing against hers. “I don't need forever pretty one. Just long enough for you to realize there's no escape”.
Her heart pounded. “Go to hell “
He smirked. “Darling, I own hell”.
Then before she could react, his lips crashed against hers. It wasn't soft, neither was it gentle.
It was war, And when he pulled away leaving her breathless, he whispered the words that sealed her fate.
You are mine pretty one, And I never let go what is mine.
“But know this—when I catch you again, you won’t be walking away.
Kayla's breath hitched. He wasn’t just threatening her with captivity. He was threatening her with something far worse.
And the worst part? A part of her wondered if she wanted to be caught all over again.
Derrick carried her onto his shoulder and took her to her room, Locked up the door - Good Night pretty one make sure to have good dreams, You are a monster
"Yeah! I know
Kayla banged on the door but no one came to her rescue, she cried herself to sleep still in her party dress.
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