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"No."The single syllable fell between them like lead."You don't own me," she said, her voice rising as panic finally pierced through the exhaustion. She wedged her forearms between their chests, digging her elbows against his ribs, pushing with everything she had left. "Let go of me! I said let go!""Stop fighting me, Viola."His grip shifted, wrapping around her upper arms like steel bands, completely absorbing her struggle without yielding an inch."I hate you!" she cried out, her small hands clawing frantically at his wrists, her nails scratching against the dark ink along his skin. "I hate you, I hate this house, and I hate every word you ever told me! Let me out!"She twisted violently, dropping her weight to drag herself out of his reach.Sebastian’s patience broke.With a low, dark growl in his throat, he spun her around, his arm locking over her collarbone, hauling her straight toward the narrow iron bed.Viola’s knees hit the mattress hard, the springs groaning beneath the
Sebastian took a step back, his amber eyes wide, dark, and conflicted as he watched her chest heave."Why didn't you tell me?" Viola wept, tears finally spilling hot down her cheeks. "Do you know how scared I was? Standing in that ballroom... watching you walk in with her... watching you look right through me like you didn't even know who I was? Do you have any idea what that felt like?"She wiped her wet face roughly with the back of her sleeve, her shoulders shaking violently."You don't care about anything. You only care about what you want. We are done, Sebastian. The agreement is over. I want to leave."She turned around, reaching down toward her bag.His hand caught her wrist in a vice."I told you," he said, pulling her back. "You are not going anywhere.""Leave me!" Viola cried, thrashing against his grip, digging her nails into the back of his hand. "Leave me, Sebastian! The fighting is pointless! I'm tired... I am so tired."Sebastian stepped into her space, his other arm wr
Viola stayed quiet, waiting calmly for a reply. She was too calm for the violent storm tearing through her chest, but she refused to let him see her break. Not tonight. Not in front of him.Sebastian lifted his hand, his fingers moving in the air to touch her cheek.Viola took a sharp step back, turning her face away from his reach."Don't."Sebastian’s hand hung empty in the air for a second before slowly dropping to his side."Where were you going, Dulzura?" he asked, his voice low and level."Don't call me that," Viola said, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag until her knuckles turned white. "You don't get to call me that anymore.""Where were you going?" he repeated."I was going away from here," she said, looking straight into his eyes. "Away from this house. Away from you. And I don't need your permission, Sebastian."She used his name with quiet defiance, throwing it back at him like a stone.Sebastian looked at her, his expression remaining completely calm. "Yo
The silence in the room stretched until Viola could hear the blood rushing through her ears.Her fingers stayed frozen around the brass handle of the door. Slowly, her neck stiffened, her head turning toward the dark corner by the window.A sharp, metallic click broke the stillness. A tiny yellow flame sparked to life. The flare illuminated the sharp, carved angles of Sebastian’s face. He held a gold lighter to the tip of a cigarette, drawing in with slow, unhurried calm until the paper crackled and glowed red. He let the lid snap shut, killing the flame, leaving only the small glowing ember hovering in the gloom.He was sitting back in the leather armchair beside the small desk, an ankle resting across his knee. The smoke drifted between them in the cold air, smelling of bitter tobacco and ash. He looked relaxed, unbothered, as if they were sitting down for afternoon tea instead of cornering each other in the dead of night.Viola stared at him in complete shock.She never noticed he
Diego didn't make a sound. His gray eyes never left her face. He watched every breath she took, watching the quiet concentration in her features as she wound clean white gauze around his palm and tied it securely. A faint, manic smile began to touch his lips. "My flower," he murmured, his voice soft and reverent in the dark room. "My little flower isn't scared of me." ______ Across the estate, Viola slipped quietly back into her old second-floor bedroom. She clicked the lock into place and stood in the dark, her heart hammering against her ribs. She needed money. A keycard would get her through the back door, but once she stepped outside the gates, she would be alone. Without cash, she couldn't buy a bus ticket, call a cab, or find a place to hide. Viola stood by the bed, her mind racing through the years she spent in this house. Think, she told herself, pressing a trembling hand to her temple. Think. Then she remembered. When she ran away from the estate the last time, she
Every muscle in his frame locked into rigid stone. The erratic, childish haze in his gray eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a pure, blinding, psychotic fury that chilled the air in the room.His jaw worked, a low, guttural growl vibrating in his chest."Who did this to you?" he snarled, each syllable dragging through his teeth like broken glass.His body began to tremble with rage, the veins along his neck and forearms bulging thick and dark. He gripped the floorboards beside her head, his knuckles turning white as he prepared to push off, murder radiating from every pore of his skin.Fiora felt a cold panic spike through her chest.She knew that look. When the red haze took over, Diego didn't see walls, orders, or people. He only saw blood.She reached up with both hands, ignoring the pain in her shoulder, and pressed her palms flat against his stubbled cheeks."Master, look at me," she pleaded, her voice rising in desperation. "Look at me, Diego!"He didn't hear her. He was stari
Viola spent the rest of the day hiding in her tiny bedroom.She didn't go down for lunch, and she skipped dinner entirely. She just sat on the edge of her bed, her knees pulled tight to her chest, waiting. She expected her mother to burst through the door at any second. She expected to be dragged t
The study in the Hierro estate always smelled the same. Old leather, expensive scotch, and decaying power.Sebastian stood near the massive mahogany desk, looking out the large window that overlooked the manicured gardens. He wasn’t wearing a suit jacket, just his dark shirt, unbuttoned at the coll
Viola stood in front of the small mirror in her bedroom, her fingers gently touching her jaw.Yesterday, right after her mother’s hand had cracked across her face, Viola had run to the bathroom and desperately covered the angry red mark with cheap foundation. Now, with the makeup washed off, a fain
Dinner ended exactly as it began—stiff, quiet, and suffocating.Viola didn’t wait for Vanessa or her mother to stand up. The moment Rafael pushed his chair back, she slipped away from the table. She kept her head down, tracing the edge of the hallway until she found the heavy glass doors leading to







