LOGINElodie’s POVPain exploded across my scalp, shooting through every part of my body. I thrashed, kicked, and struggled, but Julie’s grip only tightened. She kept whispering curses into my ear, some in English, others in Spanish. Most of them didn’t register.The only thing I could focus on was the blinding pain ripping through my scalp.At this rate, I’d probably have a bald spot by the time she finally let go.“An American like you doesn’t deserve to be here…” she muttered through gritted teeth.So that’s what this was about? Because I was a foreigner? If my head didn’t feel like it was being ripped off, I would’ve laughed.If she hated my presence so much, she should tell her precious master to let me go. Or better yet… she could unlock the front gate herself.Her grip finally loosened. The moment she let go, I sucked in a shaky breath, my lungs burning as I struggled to keep my head upright.Just when I thought it was over, Julie spoke again. This time in Spanish. My Spanish wasn’t
Elodie's POV They say pride comes before a fall. I used to think that was just one of those old sayings people threw around. Turns out it wasn’t... pride really does come before a fall. Mine came in the form of telling my captor I’d be good in bed.Like what was I thinking, throwing myself at him like that? What did I expect would happen? That he would yank me off the ground and take me in his office?I got what was coming, because he threw me out like a desperate whore begging for a fuck."Uggghhhh!" I groaned loudly, palming my face. When did I get like this? I've never begged Colin for sex before. In fact, I was the one doing the avoiding.It's not like I'm sex-starved or anything. It had to be this house. Yes. What was this house turning me into? The low rumble of a car engine outside snapped me out of my thoughts. My heart skipped. I hurried to the window and peeked through the curtains.The car zoomed out of the compound with urgency.Was that Valiente? Why was he driving ou
Valiente's POV They say wounded pride makes people say the most foolish things. They weren’t wrong.Her pride had taken a hit the moment I told her she wasn’t my type. Instead of accepting it, she’d tried to convince me that I was the one missing out.A low scoff escaped me. A poor attempt at seduction.She had no idea who she was dealing with. I’d shared my bed with more women—and men—than I cared to remember. Desire was nothing new to me, and whatever she thought she’d done in my office wasn’t nearly enough to tempt me.Yet… I couldn’t deny one thing. She was brave.Most people avoided my gaze. They measured every word before speaking to me. She, on the other hand, stood inches from my face, challenged me without hesitation, and somehow found the courage to provoke me.I watched her retreating figure until she disappeared beyond the office door, and the room fell silent.My hands remained buried in my pockets as I stared at the now-empty doorway.A faint chuckle slipped past my lip
Elodie's POV I looked down at the gun, then back at him. With an annoyed sigh, I shoved it against his chest. “Take your stupid gun.”His fingers wrapped around it with practiced ease.In one smooth motion, he removed the magazine, checked the chamber, engaged the safety, and set the pistol on the desk behind him.The entire process took only a few seconds, like he’d done it a thousand times. He slipped the gun back into the drawer before closing it with a quiet click.“See?” He tucked both hands into his pockets. “We can get along when you let me take control.”My stomach twisted, hearing his words and seeing the smile on his face.I slowly shook my head, folding my arms tighter. “Don’t flatter yourself,” I said, and one of his brows rose. “I’m not interested in whatever twisted fantasy you’ve got planned.”“Twisted fantasy?” he repeated, sounding genuinely puzzled.“You kidnapped me, locked me in this mansion, and refuse to let me leave.” I scoffed. “Forgive me if I don’t believe y
Elodie's POV With my heart in my throat, I tiptoed till I reached the door, head turning side to side, careful not to get caught.I gulped and peeked through the gap. I didn't notice anyone there, so I pressed closer, one hand placed against the door, and the other tightly gripping the side of my shorts.This was wrong. I knew I should've turned away the moment I noticed the door. But my curiosity got the better of me. Again.Nothing should've intrigued me in this house because everything about this place was bad luck.But here I was, snooping around.And now, I slowly pushed the door wider. It made a very low creak sound. I stepped inside, scanning around the room.It was a stiff space. Almost lifeless.It looked like an office—large desk, a leather chair, bookshelf with over a hundred books, a thick expensive-looking carpet at the center.The dim light didn't allow me to see the room fully. But I could make out that the paintings on the walls were all in black, white, and gray. Som
Elodie's POV I swallowed hard, my fist tightly clenched on my thighs under the table. I hated his tone. I hate that he had this much power over me. I hate how he gets away with everything.And I hate how powerless I am towards him.With a low sigh, I unclenched my fists and stood up, pushing the chair back and it made a screeching sound. I walked towards the chair on his right side. Pulling the chair out, I slipped in, my gaze staring down at the table. Valiente suddenly pulled the chair sharply toward him. I gasped at the suddenness of it. My chair hit the table and I jerked forward, almost falling off.He leaned closer, and I looked up at him, heart pounding loudly in my chest. "Continue to be defiant around me, and you'll get what you're asking for," he said, his voice dangerously low.I knew not to test him in this situation. I simply nodded, turning my head away.Soon, dinner was served and we started eating. At least, I was the one eating. Valiente's eyes were glued to his p
Elodie's POV I felt a sharp sting on my skin, followed by a low buzz from the tattoo gun. The needle pierced through the flesh of my lower abdomen, digging deep. Finally reacting, I twisted on the bed. Wrong move. Because she pressed my thighs apart, hard, and a sob tore out of me. I shouldn't l
Elodie's POVI stayed frozen, clutching the blanket to my chest. My heart was pounding so fast I thought I’d pass out. The man turned his eyes to me then. For a second, I couldn’t tell if he was another monster or if I’d just been saved by one.He exhaled slowly, rubbing his forehead as if trying
Elodie's POVI started gently, rubbing my palms over my face, stomach, and hips. I shouldn't be here. I should have never agreed to this trip.I increased the pace, scrubbing my skin, my nails leaving red lines on my body. But that didn't stop me, I went crazy. I started screaming, working faster,
Elodie's POVThey say one’s instinct is never wrong, and I should have listened to mine. That gut feeling that twisted my stomach the moment Colin showed me those tickets for this trip, that terrible nightmare I had that night—it was right. I was right to feel that way.The first thing I felt was t







