A felling full of horror and terror ran down my spine as I entered the large room that looked more like a penthouse than a club hotel.Clasping my fingers together, I tried to calm myself mentally, trying not to show the storm that was brewing inside me.I believe that Rhysand is the worst human in the world. But seeing that it was happening before my very eyes.. it made something inside me ache. Rhysand even thought of torturing Hannah even harder to the point of making Hannah beg for her own death.And those eyes...Those eyes showed nothing but satisfaction at having hurt her. Would he do that too when he tortured me? Punish me in a painful way?Inhaling slowly and slowly letting it out, I scanned the room. It looked nothing more like his penthouse room in New York.I sat down on one of the small sofas. I'm sure I've tried to calm myself down but the horror gripped me even more. Images, sounds of bones cracking, and the screams of Hannah overwhelm my heart and brain. Everything tha
My head keeps spinning like a tape on a worn out music player. A throb of pain accompanies it, and something tells me to stop spinning or I'll be completely wrecked.I stopped because I found myself asleep at some point, and someone carried me to a comfortable bed. I actually fell asleep, the warmth that covered my whole body allowed me to do it, and then I woke up in the morning.Still at Rhysand's club, in his bed, and I'm alone.But I know that before he was here, and then gone.Inhaling slowly, I tried to get up from my lying position and rubbed my face roughly. The throbbing in my head came back and it wasn't a good thing. I'm going to be sick.Maybe it's all because of the stress that attacks me, and my head can't hold it.I'm going to be sick.And I will look helpless again in his eyes. Why am I this weak?Groaning softly to shake off the frustration that had taken over me, I rubbed my face with my two hands again, and then gazed out at the cityscape through the glass wall that
I wasn't going anywhere for the next five hours because after Elisabeth helped me with my morning, just as Rhysand wanted, two more women came into the room. Came with a few bags in their hands, and then introduced themselves as makeup artists. I already know these two people, appearing on beauty-themed reality shows several times. Then again, knowing that Rhysand even paid them to do something to me... pisses me off completely.I wonder what exactly he prepared for me. What event are we going to attend that he forces me to perform as best I can. And to make matters worse, I was annoyed that he didn't even talk to me or say anything about it. Just their arrival lets me know that there's going to be a big event for Rhysand to attend, and somehow I'm dragged along.I don't like everything about this.The control and coercion he put on me.I can't accept this.And I won't be able to do anything even if I want to escape from this place right now."You are very beautiful." Someone's talkin
There weren't many people when the car door at my side was opened by Rhysand from outside.Nausea starts to take over my stomach and threatens to come out, I swallow again and start to stand up and take Rhysand's hand that is reaching out to me. Sending him a brief sharp glance, I gripped his hand tightly, spitting out annoyance I couldn't express, and then I stared ahead. A dome-shaped building loomed before us. So luxurious and towering in the middle of Madrid. I would love to be here if under different circumstances.Not in a horrific situation full of terror, for sure."Fight me, Princess. I always welcome you with pleasure." Rhysand's voice enters my ears, sending chilling shivers that make my spine stiff. One arm wraps around my waist which is covered by the knee-length brown coat he gave me. Even so, it's like skin to skin. The touch is hell and I don't want to fall further down that hell hole.I just glanced at him with the levelest look possible, something I tried to keep eve
"Why did you invite him?" I said sharply when Brando Mikhaleov went to look for his wife.I glanced at Rhysand as flash images of what Reagan was doing in his office came to my head. It was horrible and I was already trying to hold back something that was burning in my chest. Why are the men in my life, besides Maven and dad, so horrible and being a piece of shit?I've never seen Reagan again, and it almost makes me feel good, and then this whole Rhysand thing happened, his presence can send my head thinking about nothing but how Rhysand made a 180 degree turn in my life.I want all of these ends. I want to move to a small village in Canada, and never see any of them for the rest of my life. I want to live a quiet and happy life with the simplicity I've dreamed of, but it feels impossible. The world around me, which was created before I was born, makes me unable to escape from it. I realized that all old money circles, or world conglomerates, have never had a "clean world" in their li
Screams broke out.Mierda, mierda, mierda over and over again like a messed up record with lots of sounds. Alarm came in the air so thick I could feel it on my tongue. And then a gust of air escaped from me as I was brought down to the floor. A heavy body covered me as the glass of the painting shattered in a clear pattern. And then the paintings that were in the frame also turned into an insignificant torn.Shot.My heartbeat pounded in my ears, and I couldn't tell from the bullets flying above me. I know who's lying on top of me, trying to match my breath with his as the chaos continues. A feeling of security enveloped me while this room became a battleground for these mobsters. I cover my ears. It felt like it went on forever, before a silence enveloped the room that carried the echoes of gunshots."Are you okay?"I heard his words, but my mind was focused on red. Blood dripped onto the wooden floorboards in my line of sight.Hands gripping my face, twisting it. "Are you okay?" Rhy
I thought we were going anywhere, anywhere but sitting in this Palace in the middle of this forest.I don't think Rhysand will ever relax, considering what happened to us last night. The building was his too, and the few who were hurt were people who worked for him. That mess was Reagan's doing, and I don't think Rhysand would take one second to relax, But he did things differently. Choose to stay here, and chill with me, even fucking with me a few times and stopped when something inside my stomach screamed for food.I didn't think he could be this relaxed about what happened, and why is he behaving like last night's incident didn't even happen? And that makes me nervous.I stare at the lines of words in the novel I'm reading, even though my mind goes elsewhere. If only we were in different circumstances—where I was living quietly, and Rhysand wasn't some horrible psychopath—then I would be happy to spend time here with him. But that might happen in the otherworldly version, or not at
"You already did, Rhys." My words came out after the silence enveloped us for a few seconds that felt tense.Rhysand's brows pinched, and his face hardened."You did it without realizing it. You've hurt me more than you and I could ever imagine." I said, against everything that tells me to be quiet, or something bad will happen if I do. But, the heat in my chest told me I couldn't hold it in any longer. "You.. with all your manipulations, you've already hurt me.""I already told you, if I don't do something. All of these. You can't be mine. I can't get you.""This is what hurt me... I've only become the object of your obsession, and did you think that injuring someone so easily would make me clap and throw a proud smile at you?" I said. "I would absolutely not do that, Rhys."His eyebrows pulled up, displeasure rose from them, and the aura around me turned into one of discomfort. His domineering side, which I didn't like about him, and then his monstrous side made me uncomfortable and