LOGINElodie's POV "But…” he spoke again, making my thoughts pause. His voice hardened. “You don’t leave my side.”I nodded too quickly. “I won’t.”“If you run…” He leaned down until we were eye level. “…I’ll catch you.” They say when someone has been trapped for too long and finally sees freedom within reach, they become reckless. Maybe that was what was happening to me. Because despite the warning in his voice, a tiny spark of hope had already begun to grow inside me.A cold shiver crawled up my spine, but I pushed it down.“And this time,” he whispered, “I won’t be nearly as forgiving.”I swallowed hard and nodded again. “I understand.”But I didn’t. Or maybe I did, and that was exactly what made what I was about to do so reckless.The moment the thought of running formed in my head this morning, my heart hasn't stopped pounding.I knew the risk. I knew what would happen if he caught me.But after everything I’d been through, I couldn’t spend another night inside that mansion. Not whe
Elodie's POV My eyes shot up from the knife to meet Valiente’s steady gaze. I gulped. Had he seen me staring at the knife?“Nothing,” I replied calmly, holding his gaze. His eyes were darker than they had been this morning. More piercing. It could’ve been the dimly lit room.He slowly nodded, as though he wasn’t fully convinced, but he didn’t dwell on it.He summoned for the food to be served. Within five minutes, the table was overflowing with dishes—medium-rare steak, grilled salmon, creamy truffle pasta, garlic butter shrimp, roasted vegetables, mashed potatoes, fresh bread, and colorful salads.There were bowls of fruit, rich soups, and desserts waiting on a separate trolley. It looked less like dinner and more like a feast prepared for royalty.Was this a feast? He’s probably expecting a guest. Could it be his stepmother, Marisela?But he hadn’t said anything about expecting a visitor.I didn’t care to ask. My nerves were through the roof, my hands trembling on my thighs, my hea
Elodie's POV It was already noon.Bright sunlight streamed through the window, filling the room with a warm glow. The weather looked beautiful and calm. Untroubled. It was the polar opposite of what I was feeling now.My stomach growled loudly, reminding me I hadn’t eaten a thing since morning. The meal Julie had brought in earlier this morning sat cold on the table.I hadn't touched it even after Valiente left. Why would I? She’d been so bitter this morning. Who knew if she’d poisoned it?I could hear the distant chatter of the guards outside. Or maybe it was the maids going about their chores.The ache by my side had dulled down. And the bruise on my lip had stopped bleeding, leaving a faint purple mark.I began pacing slowly around the room, counting in my head and moving my fingers one by one, a habit of mine that's been stuck to me for years. This room was suffocating. And every time I try distracting myself by shutting my eyes, I'm taken back to the scene with Valiente. How
Elodie’s POVThis devil was too close for comfort. I could feel his hot breath against my face, making my skin tingle. He held my gaze with such intensity that my knees almost buckled.My brain screamed at me to shove him away. To put some distance between us. But my body couldn’t find the courage.I stood there, getting pulled in by his cold, intense gaze.No. I couldn’t stay this close to him, not after that dream.My pulse hammered against my ribs as my eyes flickered toward the small gap beside him. Just enough space. If I slipped past him now, I could make it out of his hold. I shifted my weight and darted to the side. But that was a mistake. His hand shot out before I’d taken a full step. My back collided with the wall and I gasped.Before I could react again, he caught both my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head.“What—” I tried to protest, but the word died in my throat.He stepped closer, much closer. His body trapped mine completely. I twisted my wrists, trying
Valiente's POV There was a thin line between loyalty and complete disdain. What Julie had displayed minutes ago was the latter. I’d almost laughed in her face when she claimed she was protecting me against Little Red.Protecting me? From a defenseless captive? The same girl who looked so small she could be snapped in half?The thought was laughable. At the same time, it infuriated me.I didn’t need protection from my subordinates. I wasn’t a weak master. I was the one who did the protecting.And that brainless guard… How dare he take orders from a maid? How dare he lay his filthy hands on my captive without my permission?I’d returned from The Hollow this morning, exhausted after an entire night of meetings, arguments, and strategy. All I’d wanted was a few minutes of sleep.Apparently, my feet had other plans.Before I realized where they were taking me, I was already walking down the hallway leading to Little Red’s room.I told myself I wasn’t checking on her. That I was simply pa
Elodie’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 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







