Her eyes immediately caught a sight of the blood-red rose as she looked at it in awe.
Like a red rose, he seemed to embody everything she’d ever imagined about love. His gestures, and his words, all carry that same deep, passionate essence. Sometimes she wondered if he saw himself the way she did, like a timeless symbol of affection, steadfast and unwavering.
Just as the rose's petals held layers of beauty, Kaelith held layers of depth within him. There was a complexity to him that intrigued her, a mystery she yearned to unravel. And yet, there was also a simplicity, a purity to his love that touched her in ways she couldn’t fully articulate.
But was it fair to liken him to something as fleeting as a flower? Perhaps not. Kaelith was so much more than a mere symbol; he was a living, breathing embodiment of love. He was the warmth in her heart, the light in her darkest moments.
It intrigued her. She was about to grab the flower when a hand flashed forward and rested over hers over the flower. She gasped and turned around immediately to find a tall man with a black mask looking down at her. Amara felt a chilly sensation running down her limbs as she tried to sidestep him but his hand was quick to grab her bicep. She tensed, eyeing the area as she tried to look for Kaelith. Who was this crazy man?
She tried to jerk her arm off his grip only for him to tighten it. Surge of panic and anger boiled with her as she raised her other hand to slap him. Before it could touch him, he grabbed her wrists and twisted at a painful angle and turned her around slamming her front against the shelves. She painful whimper escaped her lips.
"What are — " she was about to yell when he placed his hand over her mouth. Disgust rolled down her skin as she felt him pressing his front to her back, she desperately tried to claw him as he hissed into her ears. His lips wrapped around her ear lobe as he breathed out.
"That's not how you greet your lover,doll." He whispered cruelly as she felt him shuffling through his pocket and his hand on her mouth was replaced by a piece of cloth. The realisation hit her almost immediately as she struggled harder. He pressed the cloth against her mouth forcefully as tears ran down her eyes. "Breathe love, breathe."
As her lungs started to burn, a searing sensation spread throughout her body, prompting an involuntary response. With every ounce of strength she possessed, her legs kickedwith a desperate effort to break free from the clutches that held her captive. However, despite her valiant attempts, her legs struggled in vain, unable to make any headway against the overwhelming force weighing her down.
In the state of utter fatigue and exhaustion, her body instinctively took over, involuntarily drawing in a breath - a reflex engrained deep within the core of her being. As the air rushed into her lungs, providing a temporary respite to the burning sensation, she found herself caught off guard by a chilling sound that pierced through the tense atmosphere.
A sharp and ominous chuckle reverberated from behind, sending a shiver down her spine. The man who held her captive had taken a sadistic delight in her struggles, deriving twisted pleasure from her futile escape attempts. His lips moved deliberately, tracing a sinister path down her slender neck, each touch laden with a wicked intent that sent a wave of dread coursing through her veins.
The drug infiltrated her lungs, her body stared lightening as he whispered. "It will be a good reunion, Amara. I will make everything right, just like it was supposed to be."
CHAPTER 75
He clenched his fists, teeth grinding as he looked down at her unconscious frame. The straps of the dress had slipped down to her shoulder exposing the delicate collar bones. A flash of raging blood flashed through his eyes as his dark eyes zeroed in on the hickeys on her neck descending under her blouse.
It infuriated him when he saw Kaelith with her, and it angered him more knowing that the bastard had her. So many days without her.
"I fucking don't care. I am not backing down." He raised his head ever so gradually as his dark eyes held Francis.
Francis clenched his jaw as he said. "I can kill for you too. And I won't hesitate, not even a bit." Francisletoutafrustratedsighasheranhishandthroughhisdisheveledhair.Helookedat Amara and another stressed breath left his mouth. He was fucked, along with his son. Not only did he mess with Kaelith, but Kaelith De Luca would also crush them under his feet.
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Amara woke up with a pounding sensation and dizzy head. The first thing she noticed was the unfamiliar cold surroundings and cold silk sheets. The fresh salty scent in the air and loud crashing of waves. Her drowsy eyes moved to the opened window where the sight of endless sea laid before her.
She swallowed hard. The events crashed through her head like a reel. A shiver ran down herspine when she felt someone watching her. Whipping her head around, a loud gasp left her mouth as her eyes widened and a breathless breath escaped her dry mouth. Her hands fisted the sheets as she pulled them up to her chin, reveling in the false hope of safety.
Abigail chuckled, amused by her actions. "Like this piece of fabric will stop me from touching you." He mused, slowly rising from the couch. She trembled at the low octave of his voice. This man looked crazier in the small space. She wanted to run, to hide but her limbs were shackled by an invisible force. She looked cautiously with anticipation as she took slow steps to the bed.
He always terrified her, from the first moment she saw him. And after what he did to her in the apartment and harassed her, she didn’t even want to be in his line of sight. Panic seized her like someone was choking her.
"W-where am I?" She stuttered, her eyes flickering as he tilted his head with a dark amusement in his dark eyes. He observed her. She looked as ethereal as he remembered. He licked his lips as his eyes moved down to her body under the sheets.
"You're in my house," he took a step closer. "In my bed," another step till he was towering over her. Her neck craned as she tried to crawl back. "under my sheets," his hand moved swiftly as he grabbed her ankle and jerked her roughly as a cry left her mouth. "Just like it always should be." Hebreathedoutmakinghertakeshakybreaths.Thepanicranthroughherveins.Shedidn't know what scared her more—his words or his actions.
"I-I- let go of me, please!" Tears streaming down her face, she couldn't contain the overwhelming wave of emotions that consumed her. It was as if the floodgates of her heart hadburst open, allowing a torrent of sorrow to wash over her. Trembling, she felt his arm encircle her waist, providing a façade of anxiousness amidst the chaos that enveloped her. The touch, was unexpected, and brought about a mix of fear and panic, causing her to audibly gasp in terror.
Panic set in, coursing through her veins like a lightning bolt, as her senses became heightened, fueled by the rush of adrenaline. She thrashed in his firm grip, her weakened limbs unable to free her from the clutches of the drug-induced haze that clouded her mind. Dizziness overwhelmed her, disorienting her in this overwhelming turmoil.
Abigail shook his head mockingly, his gentle touch now extending to the back of her ear, where he planted a soft yet lingering kiss, eliciting louder sobs from her trembling form. The anguish she felt seemed boundless.
"I just got you, baby. I am not letting you go, not ever, no again. We'll have a house here—you, me and our kids. We'd live together, I'll be your everything–" She struggled with more strength. Her limbs aching as Abigail roughly flipped her around till her back was pressed against his chest. His hands forcefully fisted the blouse as he tore it apart.
"NO! LET G-GO!" Her screams resonated in the room as she felt the cold breeze spreading all over her. Rushed unfamiliar memories flooded her head, like a broken reel, voices—so many voices— some familiar yet some unfamiliar. She felt her chest tightening as she felt a rough pair of hands running down her naked back. Tears streamed down her face, and the vulnerability of her situation hit her like a cold bucket of water.
"PLEASE!" She cried louder thrashing, kicking her legs as his mouth planted on her neck harshly kissing her. Disgust and loathe. All emotions turned into rage and panic.
