Amelia's POV
When I awoke, I found myself in a moving car, lying on Gabriel's lap. The realization hit me—had we really arrived in Paris? The distance from home was overwhelming, and a wave of uneasiness washed over me. The unfamiliar surroundings and the knowledge that I was far away from everything and everyone I knew intensified my anxiety.
Gabriel's seemingly considerate actions—letting me sleep on his lap during the flight and carrying me to the car—conflicted with the image I had of him as a cold and ruthless man. I couldn't let myself be fooled by his occasional softness; I knew the reality of the situation. We had arrived in Paris, a place I had only dreamt of visiting, but the circumstances had turned it into a nightmare.
"You are already awake? We reached Paris some hours ago. I didn't want to wake you up, so I carried you till here," he said, his tone attempting to sound gentle. I saw through his facade, understanding the darkness that lurked beneath his actions. He was a monster, devoid of real feelings or empathy.
The car came to a stop, and my gaze was drawn to the magnificent hotel that stood before us. It was a breathtaking sight—an architectural marvel that exuded opulence and wealth. The grandeur of the place left me momentarily awestruck, but my uneasiness persisted. This place, no matter how beautiful, was now tied to the man who had forcefully brought me here.
His voice snapped me back to reality. "You'll keep admiring, or you'll alight from the car?" he quipped, his smirk evident even in his tone. I chose to ignore his comment, not wanting to engage in any interaction that would further fuel his arrogance. With a tense sigh, I exited the car, careful not to meet his gaze.
As we walked into the hotel together, I couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped. The opulence that surrounded me was a stark contrast to the turmoil within. I wondered what Gabriel's intentions were—to keep me captive in this luxurious environment or to impose his will upon me.
My steps were hesitant, my eyes scanning the lobby for any possible escape route. But I knew that evading his grasp in such a grand place, especially with his security around, was an unlikely endeavor. I had to bide my time and seek an opportunity when he would be momentarily vulnerable.
The exchange between Gabriel and the receptionist was conducted in fluent French, a language I had excelled in during my studies. The pleasant smile on her face and the deference in her tone indicated that Gabriel was a regular and influential guest at this hotel. I caught the words she spoke: "Good Morning Mr. Hamilton. What a pleasure to see you again. Here are the keys to your suite. Have a good day."
I couldn't help but feel invisible in that moment. Despite standing right there, I was ignored, as if I were nothing more than a shadow in his presence. It was a stark reminder of how little agency I had in this situation. His actions were calculated to keep me isolated, to make me feel powerless.
Gabriel's response was smooth and confident: "Merci Christelle. Bonne journée." His fluency in French further emphasized his sophistication. He winked at her, causing her cheeks to turn a faint shade of pink. It was evident that his charm and good looks held sway over people, but I refused to let myself be swayed by his facade.
I followed him as he headed towards the suite, my steps reluctant and my heart heavy. Each step felt like a surrender to my circumstances, a tacit acceptance of the reality that he had imposed on me. I felt like a lost cat trailing behind its captor, unable to escape the grasp of a predator.
The suite that lay before me was a testament to opulence and extravagance. It was as if I had stepped into a world far removed from my own. The sheer size and grandeur of the living space left me momentarily breathless. My footsteps faltered as I timidly followed Gabriel into this luxurious haven.
The living room boasted an elegant sofa set arranged around a glass coffee table. A large TV was mounted on the wall, undoubtedly equipped with all the modern entertainment one could desire. The atmosphere was one of refinement, and it struck me just how much wealth and power he commanded.
The kitchen, though compact, exuded elegance. It was a far cry from my modest cooking space back home. The appliances were undoubtedly top-of-the-line, a far cry from my humble utensils.
My attention was drawn towards a door that I assumed led to the bedroom. A rush of anxiety washed over me as I realized there was only one bedroom in the suite. Did that mean I would be sharing it with Gabriel? The thought sent shivers down my spine. The unease that had been building within me intensified.
Gabriel's entrance into the bedroom prompted me to follow him hesitantly. What met my eyes was nothing short of opulent. A king-sized bed dominated the room, with an ornate chandelier hanging above it, casting a warm and inviting glow. A sofa and a small coffee table sat before the bed, and another TV adorned the wall. The room's decor was consistent with the rest of the suite: shades of grey and a sense of refined luxury.
My curiosity led me to another door, which led to a walk-in closet. As expected, it was spacious and well-organized. But my attention was truly captured when I opened yet another door, revealing the washroom. I was left speechless by its extravagance. A large Jacuzzi dominated the room, capable of accommodating multiple people. The grey walls added a touch of sophistication, and I was left awestruck by the sheer scale of opulence.
In the midst of all this grandeur, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. It was as if I had been thrust into a world that was so far removed from my own reality. But as much as the surroundings dazzled me, I couldn't ignore the fact that I was essentially a captive in this gilded cage.
Violent content ahead:
As I was lost in the overwhelming surroundings, Gabriel's voice snapped me back to reality. "You've finished admiring? Come and unpack your clothes. The room service guy brought our luggage," he stated coldly. I nodded and began to move towards my luggage, but before I could reach it, he yanked me forcefully against his chest. A startled yelp escaped my lips, and before I could react, his lips crashed onto mine in a demanding kiss.
My attempts to wriggle out of his grasp were futile, and I found myself trapped in his arms, feeling suffocated and terrified. His kiss was forceful, his tongue invading my mouth without warning. Panic surged within me, and in my desperation, I bit his lips. He released me abruptly, and the slap that followed was like a searing fire across my cheek. I winced, certain that it would leave a bruise.
"FUCKING KISS ME BACK! YOU ARE MINE, AMELIA HUTTON. UNDERSTAND?" His roar echoed in the room, shattering any semblance of safety I might have felt. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I nodded in fear, his grip on me still tight.
As he moved closer, his fingers brushed the cheek he had just struck. His demeanor shifted, a sickening blend of sweetness and menace. "Oh, baby, does it hurt? You see, I don't want to hurt you, but you leave me with no choice. If you start obeying me, it will do you good. Right?" His tone was almost tender, a stark contrast to his actions.
I nodded again, a trembling mess of emotions and fear. "I like it when you obey me like that. Now go and unpack our bags," he instructed, punctuating his words with a kiss on my forehead. Every fiber of my being recoiled from his touch, his kiss, his very presence.
I took the luggage to the bedroom, my hands shaking as I started to unpack. Amid the mundane task, my thoughts turned to the people I held dear – my Mom, Dad, Jonathan, and Mark. I missed them desperately, wishing I could be with them in the safety and comfort of their company. The overwhelming sense of isolation and dread settled over me, a heavy weight that seemed impossible to shake off.
Hours passed, and the room's atmosphere grew more suffocating as I anticipated his return. I had been turning the situation over in my mind, and I decided that I needed to clarify something. I needed to know if I would have to sleep in the same bed as him tonight. Summoning my courage, I started to speak, my words faltering in my nervousness.
"Ummm...uhh Mr. Hamilton...where...will I..I be sleeping...tonight," I stuttered, my voice barely audible.
"Of course in bed with me, and don't call me Mr. Hamilton. For you, it's Gabriel," he replied with a matter-of-fact tone.
The idea of sharing a bed with him sent shivers down my spine. I struggled to express my discomfort, "But.. but I...I can't.."
"No buts. You have to get used to it. How many times do I have to tell you? I don't like when people disobey me," he scowled, his words hitting me like a verbal blow.
The growing anger within me overpowered my fear. I couldn't bear to continue letting him control my life like this. I needed to stand up to him, to assert myself. Gathering all my strength, I decided to confront him head-on.
"Gabriel, you know what? Fuck you. You can't kidnap me and control me like I'm your pet. I have a family of my own. I have a boyfriend who cares about me. I can't take it anymore. I'm going to report you to the police," I declared firmly, rising to my feet. The weight of the moment was heavy, and using a swear word felt strange coming from my lips. It wasn't something Momma would be proud of, but I knew I had to do whatever it took to ensure my safety and freedom.
"You think you're going to report me?" he scoffed. "Sure, go ahead. But let me tell you, your claims won't hold any weight. And don't even think about raising your voice to me. I've made it clear, you belong to me. If you continue to defy me, I might have to resort to more forceful measures." His words cut through the air with a mix of mockery and anger. My body quivered with fear, his intense expression and clenched jaw sending shivers down my spine.
I watched in fear as he removed his belt from his pants. Panic surged through me. No, he couldn't be serious. He wouldn't actually... The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. I didn't want to get beaten, to feel that pain. I began to back away from him, my heart pounding wildly.
His belt was now clasped around his fist, and my eyes widened in terror. Tears streamed down my face, and I couldn't stop my body from trembling. He advanced towards me, and my steps back turned into desperate retreat. I wanted to scream, to call for help, but my voice caught in my throat.
Suddenly, he was right in front of me, and the belt lashed out at me. The pain was blinding, and I cried out loudly. Each lash was like a wave of agony crashing over me. I sobbed uncontrollably, my pleas and cries echoing in the room. Why wasn't anyone coming to help me? Why was I trapped in this nightmare?
"Now angel, this will teach you to lower your voice at me and obey," he hissed, delivering one final lash before leaving the room. The stinging pain was unbearable, and I could feel the welt forming on my skin. I collapsed by the bed, my body wracked with pain and sobs. No one had ever hurt me like this, not even my own parents. I clutched my arms to my chest, where the belt marks now marred my skin.
As I cried, I felt an overwhelming sense of hopelessness. I was trapped, powerless, and alone. I curled up on the bed, my body exhausted from the ordeal. With tears still wet on my cheeks, I closed my eyes, my thoughts a jumble of fear, pain, and a desperate plea for escape.
Gabriel's POVFollowing the regrettable incident where I used the belt on her, I felt a surge of frustration. It was a move I hadn't wanted to resort to, considering she was the first girl I'd ever treated that way. Yet, her defiance managed to provoke me. I opted to dismiss the discomfort it caused me and framed it as a form of correction for her lack of obedience.However, I hoped that this experience had taught her a lesson, and perhaps it would negate the need for such methods in the future. With this idea in mind, I moved forward.Leaving the hotel premises, I attended a crucial business meeting. Yet, my focus was consistently interrupted by thoughts of her. Had she managed to eat anything in my absence? I assumed she must have ordered a meal, at least. The meeting, dragging on for hours, finally concluded. Given that we had already had an early dinner, I found myself not particularly hungry.Checking my watch, I realized it was already 6 p.m. Curiosity got the best of me, prompti
Amelia's POVWhen I finally woke up, the room was bathed in the soft glow of noon light. Gabriel was nowhere to be found, which was a slight relief. My stomach, on the other hand, was loudly reminding me that it had been a while since I last ate. With a rumbling tummy, I decided to take matters into my own hands and order some food.Picking up the phone, I dialed the number for room service, my fingers trembling slightly. "Hello, how may I help you?" the voice on the other end of the line inquired politely. "I'm staying in, umm, room 378, I believe, and I wanted to order some food," I replied hesitantly, not particularly skilled at conversing with strangers."Oh, so you're calling from Mr. Hamilton's Presidential Suite. You can place your food order with me, and we'll have someone deliver it to you shortly," the voice responded, carrying a distinct French accent.I proceeded to place my food order, keeping it simple yet filling. After hanging up, I waited with a mix of anticipation and
Amelia Pov The morning aftermath I woke up and beside me the bed was empty. I then cried my heart out. The sheets had my blood in it. My clothes were torn on the floor. I covered myself well with the quilt as I was feeling ashamed. I've turned into awhore. He ruined me. He raped me and I couldn't do anything. Never in my life I thought my first time would be like this. It was the worst nightmare ever. Last night when he finished using me he laid beside me and wrapped his arms around my waist before sleeping. But I didn't even sleep a bit. It's just I couldn't. He is a monster and will always be. Suddenly I saw him entering the room with a tray of foods. "Rise and shine angel. Look I've brought breakfast for us." He stated happily. But I looked away from him. I'm never going to forgive him for what he did to me last night. He came near me to give me a kiss but I pushed hi
Gabriel's POVIt's been a month since I decided to confess the truth to her. I couldn't bear the thought of her seeing me solely as a villain. So, I chose to reveal a part of the truth, leaving out the darker details that could make her hate me even more. I'm well aware of the pain I've caused her, and while my obsession with her still lingers, I've learned to exercise restraint.Over the past month, I've remained by her side, offering support without crossing any boundaries. I wanted her to see that I can change, that I can be better for her. Progress was visible – her fear of me was gradually subsiding, and she was starting to open up. I've been careful not to touch her in ways that would make her uncomfortable, allowing her to trust me at her own pace.A positive development is that my father has finally transferred all of his business holdings to my name. I am now the proud owner of Hamilton Enterprises, and my underground ventures, which remain hidden from her, continue to thrive.
Amelia's POV The situation was incredibly embarrassing. How could I not have realized that this elegant and luxurious room would belong to him? "Um...sorry, I didn't know. Don't worry, I'll find another room," I stammered, feeling utterly flustered. "No, it's fine. You can stay here. I don't mind," he responded casually. I simply nodded, feeling a mix of awkwardness and gratitude for his understanding. Without lingering, I retreated into the room's walk-in closet, selecting a simple yet cute floral dress to wear. Once dressed, I left the closet and noticed the sound of running water from the adjoining washroom, indicating that he was in the midst of a shower. Fighting off my boredom, I decided to explore the mansion. I gently closed the door behind me as I stepped out of the room and turned left, my curiosity piqued by the sight of another staircase. It led further upstairs, and my intrigue prompted me to ascend and see what lay beyond. Continuing on, I soon reached another door. J
Amelia's POVI found myself lying on the bed in Gabriel's room, lost in deep thoughts. The room was a mix of unfamiliar elegance and comfort, reflecting his complex personality.As I pondered over my current circumstances, I realized that being around Gabriel stirred up emotions within me that I had never experienced before. Whenever he was near, I felt an odd sense of security and a hint of affection. But was it genuine love? It wasn't that my family didn't care for me, but the revelation of their betrayal had shattered my trust.Amidst my contemplation, I also couldn't help but think about Mark, my first love. I had pushed him to the back of my mind during this tumultuous ordeal. I needed to see him, talk to him. The bond we shared was something special, something different from what I was experiencing with Gabriel. While my feelings for Gabriel were growing, they were complicated by the circumstances of my captivity.Mark had to be hurting, wondering what had happened to me. My hear
After a short drive, we arrived at a restaurant. Gabriel got out of the car and swiftly made his way to my side. He opened the door and extended his hand, helping me step out of the car. What a gentleman he was being. His arm rested gently around my waist as we strolled towards the restaurant's entrance. The place exuded elegance, and I found myself captivated by its beauty.As we reached the entrance, Gabriel tossed the car key to the valet, and the doorman graciously held the door open for us. His confidence and demeanor spoke volumes—clearly, he felt right at home here. Well, he did own Hamilton Enterprise, so that wasn't a surprise. I couldn't help but think how fortunate he was to have such wealth and power.An elegantly attired woman, donning a professional uniform and high heels, greeted us with a warm smile. "Welcome, Mr. Hamilton and Miss Hutton. Please follow me; I'll show you to your table," she said in a polite and practiced manner. As we walked behind her, I couldn't help
Amelia's POVMature content ahead:Leaving the bathroom, my gaze remained fixated on the engagement ring adorning my finger. Lost in its glimmering beauty, I didn't notice the person in front of me until I bumped into them. I looked up, and a smile spread across my face as I realized it was Gabriel. The transformation in him had been remarkable; his newfound kindness was endearing. A sudden urge to hug him overwhelmed me, and I wrapped my arms around him, resting my head against his chest. Rising up on my toes, I could just barely reach his chest; he was so tall."You know what?" I asked, feeling a sense of comfort and contentment in his embrace."What, babygirl?" he responded, his fingers tracing soothing circles on my back as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck."I'm really starting to like this side of you. In the beginning, I couldn't stand you, but now I'm genuinely growing fond of you. It's as if the 'monster' Gabriel has transformed into a 'fallen angel'," I admitted with since