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Prologue
MILLA
Iwas introduced to evil at fourteen years old. Whenhetook what wasn't his, forcing himself inside me. He brutally tore my innocence while whispering loving words in my ear. I screamed into the soundproofed walls. Walls that would forever hold the pain I experienced and never reveal its secrets.
He smiled at the sound, and at each teardrop that fell, kissing the salty tears that streamed down my face like the sins could be washed away with a loving caress.
“I’ve marked you permanently. It’s our little secret—you won’t utter a word to anybody, there will be consequences otherwise. Nod if you understand,” he said.
Shock. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Pain. Confusion.
Why? A simple question with no proper answer. ‘His little angel’ he had started calling me. That angel was destined to fall.
That night, I lost the first piece of my soul. I latched onto oblivion and fabricated a place for myself there in my own bubble of safety.
“You’ll always be mine, my beautiful little angel. I’ll be the only one who ever knows each part of you. The only one to love you.”
He was right, of course. I became his. I was moulded into his deepest desires.
It was then I discovered monsters didn’t hide under the bed, they were masked with charming faces and walked directly beside you.
Chapter1
Milla
Two years. That was how long I’d lived here in another state, attending a private school with attached living facilities. It was several hours' driving distance from my hometown, East Bay.
Nineteen years old. Another birthday passed just days ago, with no loved ones surrounding me. All because of one person,because ofhim.
I entered my dorm room; the door snicked closed behind me and I dropped my bag on the floor. Jolting, I looked up and my heart rate accelerated as I’d seen who had invited himself in.
He sat lazily in the corner, in the large black wingback chair with a glass of his favourite drink in his hand: vodka. The expensive, premium brand. The bottle sat centre stage on the side table—only the best for him.
He had rejigged my living situation from what my parents had arranged. Now, I had the best amenities money could buy, and a private ensuite bathroom. My own dorm room was secluded from the rest of the students, from prying eyes and ears. All to keep his dirty little secrets.
He looked up at me with a grin. “So, my little angel is coming home to East Bay?” He asked it as a question, though he knew the answer as a fact.
“I’m heading back on Saturday. I’ll be catching up with the family, then starting university on Monday.”
Coldharbour University—where everyone from my past would be attending. It was a rite of passage for the legacy kids—the children of the influential parents in East Bay.
At the time I believed I’d secured myself a few years away from him as I fled my hometown from the precarious situation that had developed, but he’d followed me here anyway.
I’d missed my best friend, and my family who I’d kept in touch with via phone and video calls, messages, never in person. It was easier to keep an emotional distance when you didn’t feel the ache of missing them physically. Plus, big secrets were better to camouflage that way.
However, I’d felt at the time—just two years ago—that I needed to be away forme. My naivety had me believing that distance would put an end to the situation. But he visited on a consistent basis, never leaving me alone.
Within the time I’d been away, a lot had changed. I relied on myself more than ever. I’d become a vault full of secrets never to be spilled from my lips. Returning home would test me, I was sure. If I must continue to dance with the devil, I realised I’d rather try to make the most out of my life and be around those who care for me. Even if it meant seeing him daily, it was a compromise I’d come to terms with.
“Do I need to remind you about your compliance?” he questioned.
No, he didn’t. Keeping this particular secret of what occurred between us, what he forced upon me—I held onto it well. As well as the other one.
“Of course not,” I murmured, glancing at him.
“Everyone will be excited to have you back. Don’t let me down.” His threats were always veiled in rational, spoken words.
“You can trust me,” I promised.
