LOGINEve.
I almost didn't realise when his other hand slid behind me. My eyes blazed with rage when he fisted a handful of my hair, jerking my neck backwards and straining my neck and shoulder muscles.
Souvenir? What's he even talking about?
"You're not worth the memory... you're worth dog food and I've got a dog to feed!"
I don't have a dog but I would adopt one to prove a point.
"You bark a lot for someone who owns a dog made specifically for the role."
My teeth clicked tightly as he fisted even harder.
"Fuck you!"
"Alright... you really want to feel like a woman so bad, huh?"
The fuck was he talking about...Why does every word that leaves his mouth have to be riddle...
Talking about feeling like a woman...
Feeling like a woman.
The second he released me, my thoughts reshuffled. I rolled my eyes all over his face... trying to find... Oh, I don't know, a flying fuck that he just harassed a woman!!
My palm clashed with his cheek faster than the second thought creeping. "Aren't you scared of Keaton?!!"
I yelled in his face, mockingly.
I stared, dumbfounded as he held the palm I used to hit him, flipping it gently and pecking my knuckles again.
"Scared of daddy? I didn't mind letting you have a passkey, did I?"
Everyone knew dad had refused stubbornly to let me own a passkey... everyone eventually took it as a mandatory... no one spared me theirs willingly until I give a valid reason.
Then Flavian shows up... Thanks to one chitchat, my hands are blessed with a passkey.
But... he didn't exclusively state it as a gift.
"Fine then. What do you want ?... Beware, I'm not spoiled.. I always have to prepare a document containing a list of what I want, why I desire it and why it's relevant in my life... dad approves some... the rest stay in my archive."
"Is that so?" I saw his lips purse, thinning , his eyes wandered off for fleeting seconds... I could tell he was contemplating something.
" I don't mind my brother"
He tilted his neck and stood toe-to-toe with me. Was he not too close for someone who should be my step-uncle?
"You don't?"
"You trust too easily, princess."
I glared from the corners of my eyes when he skirted around me.
And then my body shook at a sudden hit at the crook of my neck.
The last thing I remembered was my world tilting into the horizon and black curtains shutting my vision.
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I... can't breathe.
Were my eyes still closed? All I saw was black... pitch black...
The thickness of the darkness had my head in a haze and on top of it all my mouth was gagged. When I tried making a sound they came out as a hum.
My hands were cuffed behind me and my legs were paralysed by chains I guess. The space I occupied was tight.
I was getting dizzy again when I got an idea.
I could tell my location was a boot since there was motion feeling in my stomach... yes, but what disturbed me more was having no knowledge of whose boot.
Watch him... he's unpredictable.
My dad's words resurfaced in my mind... giving me a hint. The-hint!
Damn it! Uncle-Flavian
"Hm-mm- ngh-emmm!!" I struggled to call his name through humming as I beat somewhere with my bound legs.
It seemed like he heard because the car came to an abrupt stop.
Adrenaline rushed through my body, preparing for the upcoming unknown, when a car door was slammed shut with a loud thud.
My pulse was pounding, eyes barely pretending to remain still... the only person who had ever kidnapped me was the Rostovs, Arseny the bastard—
A bright light hit my eyes the second the boot opened. I forced my eyes closed at the repulsive light pointed directly at them.
"Good. You're awake, princess."
Click.
The light penetration stopped and I opened my eyes once more, glaring into his blinding grassy eyes.
In his hand was a slender bottle of something alcoholic... his long hair now loose down his back was more frizzy and somewhat wet... he didn't have a throbbing body odour, but the strong scent of liquoroozed off him.
He placed the bottle down before cradling me out of the boot and making me stand.
My eyes narrowed when he scrunched down beneath me, unlocking the chains bounding my feet, then releasing me from my handcuffs.
As soon as I took off the gag I gasped for fresh oxygen until my lungs were full.
I didn't know when or why I followed him into the building in front, but as I did I immediately regretted it and backstepped, ready to flee, but his hand was annoyingly faster.
"Hey, let go of me!" I exclaimed, eyeing everyone in sight around with precise naivety... people were starting to stare and I was starting to panic because some of these people in question were moving with little to no clothes on.
"You had the chance to flee after those cuffs fell... that chance expired at the step you took to get in here."
"What are you talking about—"
When the seriousness and coldness in his eyes dispersed, somehow it affected my own mood, positively.
"If you worry too much I won't give you a tour..."
Ok now he sounds drunk again
"Tour? When did I want a to—"
Ahh, I forgot his hand clamped my wrist. A hiccup escaped my lips as he whisked me forward, forcing me to move my feet without pause.
I saw things and things and things and the only conclusion I came up with was.... "Is this a fuck house?"
We stopped at the center of a room where men and women... men and men, women and women copulated... in the weirdest fetish ways.
"This is my favourite place to be... it's the 'study-chamber'"
"You mean sex study chamber?"
"Shuuushh. Shut it."
Fuck, why was I engaging him in a conversation? This man is totally mad... Drunk
My eyes focused on a man and woman. Just like the others they were having sex... however the man was rather rough, I could tell from the bruise patches on her skin... and the weirdest thing was that the woman kept on moaning with great ecstasy...
Fuck... something was stirring in my stomach. I didn't want to give attention to my body, but the live p**n happening before my eyes was knotting my feelings, stimulating feelings I swear are aliens 'cause I've never felt them this extreme before.
The excitement I felt right now was different from the type I got from watching p**n.
This was epic and it was making my blood boil... not with anger, not with rage. Lust.
It took me a while before I tore my eyes away from the mating couple to focus on Flavian...
Why did he bring me here?
My mouth parted to speak but sealed when he stepped closer but not close enough to have me strain my eyes to see him clearly, what a beautiful man...
"You feel it now... don't you?"
I hummed in question, distraction taking my eyes to his lips.
Fuck. I want...to
You can't... you shouldn't.
"Do you feel like a woman..."
EveThroughout the flight, Flavian and Christopher were asleep... Christopher fell asleep watching a cartoon, Flavian fell asleep watching me work. I couldn't be bothered to engage in small talks with him when he tried striking a conversation. Unfortunately I wasn't interested in him anymore. I swear it.I shut down my laptop as soon as the pilot announced landing.Ten minutes later, I woke Christopher up. Since I gave Crandon a day off, no one was here to handle my things and Christopher’s nanny was not present.So yeah, I ordered Flavian to carry Christopher while I held my handbag."Today you'll be my secretary, Flavian. Keep up."I told him before descending down the stairs majestically because, of course, I'm the heir of this empire. Every word I say is an order, not a request."Hmmm, Mommy walks really heavy. She's mad! What did you do to her, Granduncle?" I heard Christopher say to Flavian.There was a line of eight cars waiting to receive us."Mommy's angry that I haven't re
"Honey! You're back!"Someone yelled, rushing past me like a flash. Who?The person I see choking Flavian in a hug was Layla. I bet she missed him a lot, a whole lot."Mommy you're squeezing my wrist!" Christopher's voice snapped me out of my daze. I realised how stiff my expression was as I stared at the lovely couple obstructing my view.My eyes never peeled off Flavian; my chest tightened with irritation as I watched him kiss her. He kissed her? Of course he would, that's his wife.But it should have been you he shows that affection to... it should be you in his arms after seven years, not that...The fuck is up with my mind today... Whatever happened has happened; it's all in the past now.I'm not a home wrecker—Now why is he looking at me with those eyes when kissing his wife? What's he playing at or trying to prove? That he's a loving husband that loves and cares for his wife? Yeah, no fuck, I have eyes and a lot on my plate to give one or two fucks. I gritted when he deepened
EveNot sure I want to play dress up for my mom's funeral but Madame Antoinette wouldn't let me be... Forcing me to fit into a black maxi gown, as usual the corset was squeezing my organs the more the servant Gina drew the strings..."It's all for the show" that's what she said.After an entire 3 hrs of being hauled up in my room in the name of appearing presentable since the elders would be present too at the funeral, I stepped out of my quarters, clad in a black turtleneck black gown, full sleeves, and a black translucent veil draped over me.So suffocating, not just the dress... the atmosphere, the dread.The estate was packed with mobsters and some relatives I have never seen before.some will be heading to the funeral, others will stick around to break bottles and spill blood.When I was already on the ground floor, heading for the front entrance, I sensed an eye on me... not one, not two... I tilted my neck upwards and the first person I caught staring at me was... Christopher,
Eve"Where's my mother!!!"I screamed at the security guards trailing me while I ran down the spiral stairs again after checking her room only to find out she wasn't there... This was her quarters... why wasn't she having the baby here?"Ma'am, she's in the emergency ward, third floor of the clinic building on the left," one of the security guards finally disclosed just as I flew past the front entrance.So much has changed here in the one year I've been away. Now there's a home hospital? I didn't have time to be intrigued, so I rushed into the building, ignoring whoever was occupying the front desk and dashing into the elevator.A minute was all it took me to catch my breath. As soon as the doors slid open, I was back, chasing after a voice... a cry that wasn't there but I believed it to be.I haven't really been close to my mother. She always looked detached and somewhat cold, and whenever I looked into her eyes I always knew I reminded her of the horror she passed through. Was it
EveSeven-year-olds have a knack for asking questions that can undo you, I swear. Tell me why these little munchkins won't stop harassing me with questions like: Where are you from? What did you do before coming to St. Paul? What's with the glasses, are you blind? Are you even qualified to teach us? Can you pronounce the word "Floccinaucinihilipilification"?In the end, I just heaved a sigh, flashing them a warm smile that didn't do any good to stop the unofficial interview.This was my second week as a teacher at St. Paul, the school Grace attends. My little boy is now a 2nd grader... oh, the luck I have to watch him grow... eight years and counting.When I turned to the board, ready to mark down our topic of the day, I shivered as nostalgia kicked in.Just in time, I shifted to the side the same moment a book clashed with the marker board.Yeah, I should be surprised, I should be annoyed but I guess eight years is all it takes to change someone. I scanned the room that had now gone
Eve"If you keep staring at him like that I might just not be willing to sign these papers."I still stared, unwaveringly, at Grace. Right now he was sound asleep in his crib... By the time he wakes up, I'll be far gone.Danielle was standing next to me, her expression full of thrill and warmth.She loved him the way I did and that's all that mattered... for my son.It was a struggle to tear my eyes away from this little ball. I met Danielle’s eyes. We stared in silence. Mine hinted at guilt, but what was more evident was desperation.I was desperate... This is my son... I want him to live a very normal life. The life that I didn't have a chance to experience.Before I was adopted, I was just a little girl, living in the shadows of the Waldorf family, until Keaton decided to welcome me into the family... I didn't understand my situation back then. What would a five-year-old kid even know then?Maybe sometime in the future I’ll be able to openly acknowledge Grace as my flesh and bloo







