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For a brief moment, Joan forgot all of her troubles as her eyes feasted on the unbelievably handsome being that just walked into the house and was standing by the doorway with his mesmerizing blue eyes fixated on her. Nothing could have prepared her for that sight. This was the same man from the hospital, she could tell. But how was he now looking a hundred times better than he did a few hours ago? It couldn't be the clothes. He was dressed too simply to attribute the changes to his attire. Moreover, the change didn't only affect his physical looks. The aura surrounding him was strong, intimidating yet alluring, and dark.She didn't know how she knew these things because they were things she wouldn't notice about a person on a normal day. But she noticed and felt all of it as soon as her eyes met with Roman’s. The bubble burst when she heard his voice and his words. He had the kind of voice that makes it easy for one to obey his every command, but his words sent a wave of confusion
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“What?! Five minutes? That's too short—”“Your time starts now.” Roman cut her off, and Joan was about to protest again when her father's voice broke through.“Who's this man, Joan, and what business do you have with him?”“And who's asking?” Roman asked, turning away from Joan to face Mr. Elvin.“I am her father.” He answered.“Her father? The one ordering her to kneel and apologize to her oppressors?” Roman probed “How did you know about that?” Joan asked, surprised because they had not arrived when her father told her to do that.“Sweetheart, he wasn't whispering when he said it. I was right outside the door.” “What I say to my daughter and how I correct her shouldn't concern you. She is my daughter, not yours.” Mr. Elvin said.“Is she?” Roman asked, narrowing his eyes as he took slow steps toward the man. “Tell me, Mr. Elvin Connor, is she really your daughter? Because I see not even the tiniest bit of resemblance.” Roman uttered, catching sight of the shock that registered on M
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It all felt like a dream and everything happened so fast – the joining, the exchange of rings which Roman surprisingly provided, the signing of the marriage certificates. Everyone was left dumbfounded at the speed at which a marriage was conducted and concluded. Although the groom looked like he was having his best day, the bride still looked confused as if she still wasn't sure she wasn't dreaming all of it. Now sitting in the back seat of one of the luxury cars driving away from the house she once called home, she let out a loud sigh, then turned her head to stare at the man who turned her entire world upside down in less than thirty minutes.He was seated comfortably beside her, his eyes closed and his head thrown back against the headrest. He looked so peaceful and possessed more than everything she desired in a man.Strange as it was, in only a few minutes, he had made her feel better than Richard had made her feel in three years, but she still couldn't get rid of that nagging
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Another 30 minutes of traveling and the car slowed down as they approached a small hill on which stood a gigantic white mansion.Joan's eyes widened when she caught sight of it. Judging from the direction they were driving and the fact there were no other houses around, she knew that was where they were headed. Could that be his house?That part of the city was reserved and occupied by the wealthiest and most influential people in the country. She had been there once for special duties but never imagined that something as grand and extravagant as that mansion existed there. Probably because it was farther away from the other houses in the area.As they approached, a grand wrought iron gate adorned with intricate scrollwork swung open, welcoming them into the realm of opulence. The architectural grandeur and meticulous designs of the mansion’s exterior left her in awe. Majestic columns, Marble-framed windows, lush, well-lightened gardens, fountains, and sculptures. The roof features e
From Frying Pan to Strange Fire I forbid it
Joan's legs grew heavier with every step she took as they walked further into the house. Moments ago, she was admiring the wonderful work of art displayed in the building. But that admiration was dissolving into something else – the heavy feeling that she had been brought to her place of death.But she didn't stop following Trevor, who was moving a step ahead of her. Maybe if she was cooperative, they would let her go without harm.They arrived at the top floor and walked a little further to the right of the rather quiet hallway until Trevor stopped in front of a shut door. “Here we are. This is your room, Madam. I hope it meets your taste.” Trevor spoke, moving his hand to the door handle to open it. “You too are calling me Madam?” Joan asked in a soft voice and Trevor turned to her. She looked into his eyes and realized he was the same man who used to call her Mrs. Joan Brandon whenever she had the opportunity to meet him in the past. Now he was calling her Madam and acting like t
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It felt like part of the burden in her heart had been taken away after Joan ended her over thirty minutes call with Grace. If there was one thing in her life she was grateful for, it was the fact that she had a friend like Grace. The girl had always been her pillar, listening ear, adviser, partner in crime, and defender since high school.Letting out a long sigh, she looked around the room again, then moved to the bed and plopped her butt down on it. The mattress moved slightly under her weight, signifying it was the perfect balance between soft and hard. She sent Grace a text with a list of things she would bring when coming with her the next day. Knowing she would get to see her friend soon, if she survived the night, gave her some relief. After sending the text, she dropped the phone on the bed and stood up, deciding to explore the room. The bathroom which was the first place she checked didn't disappoint. It was one befitting of the house and room. The closet, which she checked
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“Good evening, Mr—” Joan decided to greet him, thinking the weird look was because she hadn't acknowledged his presence by greeting. However, Roman didn't let her finish the greeting before he interrupted.“Don't greet him. Don't give him a reason to talk to you. Don't look at him either. He isn't important. Keep your attention on me.” He said, leaning toward her and turning her head in his direction with his index finger. Despite his arrogant, stupid, and unreasonable attitude, Joan still found his touch electrifying and pleasing, so much so that she wanted to lean into it. It was the same with his voice. That was something she couldn't understand. And did he just say Williams is not important? Williams Xander, not important?From the corner of her eye, she saw Williams finally look away from her, as if agreeing to what Roman said. He picked up his cutlery and started eating. Joan returned her full attention to Roman and realized he looked displeased by what she had just done. She
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The fresh, cool, morning breeze was what usually greeted Grace whenever she opened the door in the early hours of the day. But something was different that morning. In addition to the morning breeze, an unexpected visitor was at the door. “Mrs. Elvin?” Grace called out, surprised.“Good morning, Grace.” The woman greeted, wearing a smile.“Good morning, ma'am. I hope I didn't keep you waiting? How long have you been here?” Grace probed, wondering if the woman had been knocking and she didn't hear.“Oh, don't stress. I only just arrived.” Mrs. Elvin responded, bringing Grace some relief. “I see you are on your way out. Not to waste your time, I came to ask a favor.”“Okay, ma'am. What can I do for you?”“I need to see Joan but I don't have the address or phone number of Mr. Baliante. I was hoping I could get the number from you.”“Oh, sure.” Grace made to retrieve the card from her bag, but paused halfway and returned her gaze to the woman. “I'm sorry to ask, but Mr. Elvin was given t
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