Chapter 3
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Why are you doing this?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance, tears blurring my vision.
He leaned closer, his dark eyes penetrating mine. "I'm a man with desires, Elena," he murmured, his fingers tracing a delicate line along my jawline. "I want a family, a legacy. And you," he paused, a faint smirk playing on his lips, "you fit perfectly into my plans."
My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to comprehend his words. This couldn't be happening. Not to me, not now.
"Where did you learn those lines?" I shot back, trying to regain some semblance of control despite the panic rising within me. "Do you really think sweet words will make me forget what you've done?"
He chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "You think you're so different, don't you? So innocent," he taunted, his tone turning colder. "But you're just like everyone else. Vulnerable. Alone. And right now, you belong to me."
I pushed against his chest, trying to create some distance between us, but his grip tightened like iron bands around my wrists. His face was inches from mine now, his breath hot against my skin.
"Let me go," I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper. "I can't marry you. I won't."
His laughter echoed in the room, filling me with a sense of dread. "You have no choice, Elena," he whispered, his voice dark and menacing. "You're mine now."
I struggled against him, fighting the overwhelming sense of helplessness that threatened to consume me. But deep down, I knew the truth: there was no escaping him. Not unless I was willing to pay the ultimate price. That I didn’t even know if it was death or worse than it.
And as he leaned in to kiss me, his lips brushing against mine with a cruel promise, I knew that my life would never be the same again. He stole my first kiss and now second. The longer his tongue stayed in my mouth, the more hatred poisoned me.
He didn’t let go of me until I started turning red from lack of air. Finally, he released me, and I gasped for breath, my lungs burning. He looked at me with a twisted smile and said, “Sign it, bubble.”
I shook my head angrily. I couldn’t expect basic humanity from a scoundrel like him. But it still frustrated me that he didn’t care that my world was falling apart; all he cared about was how to trap me forever.
"No," I spat out, my voice hoarse from the strain. "I won't be your puppet."
His eyes darkened, and he leaned in closer, his presence overwhelming. "You think you have a choice?" he whispered menacingly. "Every moment you resist makes it worse for you."
I stared back at him, defiance mixing with despair. “I will never sign that paper. I would rather die than be bound to you.”
His laugh was low and chilling. “Oh, Elena, you have so much to learn. Death would be a mercy, and I don’t grant mercy.”
I pushed him away with all my strength, managing to create a small distance between us. “You can’t force me. You can’t break me.”
He watched me with a mix of amusement and irritation. “You overestimate your resilience, my dear. Everyone breaks eventually.”
As he reached for the papers again, I seized the opportunity to bolt from the bed, my mind racing for an escape route. I stumbled toward the door, but he was faster, grabbing my wrist and yanking me back.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he growled, pulling me against his chest.
“Let me go!” I screamed, struggling against his iron grip.
“Sign it, and this will all be over,” he insisted, his voice a dangerous whisper.
“I won’t,” I said through gritted teeth, my resolve hardening.
His expression turned colder, and he tightened his grip, his fingers digging painfully into my skin. “You’re only making this harder on yourself, Elena.”
The room seemed to close in around me, the weight of my predicament pressing down on me. I knew he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted. But I couldn’t let him win. I couldn’t let him destroy what little dignity I had left.
Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted the tense standoff. His eyes flickered with annoyance as he let go of me and turned toward the door.
“Enter,” he commanded, his tone icy.
Linda stepped in, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of us. “Sir, dinner is ready.”
He sighed, the mask of civility slipping back into place. “Very well. We’ll continue this later,” he said, giving me one last menacing glance before leaving the room.
I collapsed onto the bed, my body trembling with the aftermath of adrenaline and fear. I knew I had only bought myself a little more time. The threat still loomed, and my options were running out. But as long as I had breath in my body, I would fight against him with every ounce of strength I had left.
I needed a plan. I needed to find a way to escape this nightmare before it consumed me entirely.
Linda stayed behind and rushed to me, “Madam, are you okay?!” she asked, genuinely concerned.
“I don’t know, my heart will blow up any time.” I patted my chest and replied, shaking like a tiny rabbit who fell in water.
“Worry not, I will bring your dinner here. You are weak, and you need energy to fight if you wish to.” She muttered.
“What? You won’t tell me to give up and accept this plight?” I asked, assuming that she was his maid, she would surely take his side.
“I would not discourage you from fighting for yourself. A woman must not give up easily and be played by men like a toy.” She replied and left immediately, leaving me in utter shock.
I realized that at the least someone supported me. She didn’t mock me for reacting violently against her master’s attempt of forcing me to a marriage.
However, I think that her master is right. I have no other choice but to marry him. But, I can’t bring myself to do this. I feel like everything he told about my fiancé getting married to my cousin is a lie and he must be waiting for me.
If the rumors had not reached me before I would never trust this murderer. If he can kill an innocent man he can do anything to get the thing he wants.
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