▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ I wanna be free, but I'm stuck in your gravity, Caught between desire and fear, lost in your mystery. 𐙚 Miliani wasn't sure how to cope with the newly discovered suffocating feeling of not having any freedom. But, wasn't she accustomed to this all her life? That was objectionably worse than this. Whatever it was, Daniel's noxious possessiveness had only added fuel to the submerged flames in her heart. She made up her mind to visit this place only to get rid of those suffocating thoughts but each second in her old home was becoming unbearable for the distressed girl. Not a single thing, one single picture of hers, could be found in that house - it seemed like she had lost every trace of her childhood and was only left with the bittersweet memories. With a rushed pull on the main door, Mili opened it. She was quietly waiting for Daniel to arrive and take her away from there. Minutes passed when one of the guards approached near, " Signora, a
▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ She cleaned herself in the bathroom before settling in the bed. Daniel dipped his hand below her body and spooned her against his chest. "Now, tell me, baby. What is it you want?" He asked, taking the scent of her hair. Mili was unsure if she could voice out her request. "I want to visit my home," she urged softly, her voice trembling. She was aware of how deeply this wrathful man detested her father's existence. But she somehow managed to say, "My fath- my old home. Where I lived with my mother." Daniel's light mood faded, replaced by a thoughtful, almost guarded expression. But unexpectedly he agreed, "Alright... We'll go." Her heart leapt, a strange mix of relief and disbelief washing over her. But before she could respond, he said again, "But don't think you can manipulate me like that again, Miliani," his voice bore a hint of warning, but his heart was swollen with satisfaction; his tone dropped to a playful whisper, "By the way... What
▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ Miliani nodded, her wide eyes meeting his. Her heart pounded so loudly she was certain he could hear it as he dragged her close by her neck to attach her lips with his starved ones. Involuntarily, Mili let out low whimpers of pain as he purposefully bit on her lips. He had not touched her for three days, and it was definitely her fault in a way - she provoked him against his odds, and no matter how hard he tried to, it was lucid that he could never hold back from her. He might not have admitted it yet, but the truth was accepted long before. Daniel coiled her hair around his fist before breaking the kiss. The smirk on his lips grew darker, more wild as if she'd just challenged him in a way no one else dared to. By this time, he was throbbing down there. It was excruciating. He reached the free hand to undo the belts and buttons of his pants. "Let's test how badly you want it, Mili" he teased, yanking the hold on her hair to make Mili straighten
▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ It's been too long to spend this night alone I need to hear the sweet sound of your moans Come have a ride, baby don't be so shy I prefer girls who're not afraid to cry 𐙚 Hours passed since Mili got back to her place after spending some time with Tulip. What Tulip said did not seem to leave Mili's mind. Mili had spent the whole of her life locked in a small house and even after moving to this estate with Daniel, she never truly felt trapped inside. But, after learning about Tulip's life, understanding her perspective her own life felt almost as suffocating. The way Daniel had always demonstrated his authority over her had always left her feeling nothing against his will. "Your coffee is cold. I'll warm it for you," Willa offered while they were sat beside the outdoor table in the balcony garden. This area of the mansion being Mili's favourite, she hoped sitting here would help her feel light but she was wrong. Mili was mindlessly fidg
Mili made up her mind and took Willa with her to meet Tulip. But, she could not help but dither at the grand entrance of Tulip's residence, her heart felt uneasy as the guards stepped aside to let her in. The moment Miliani stepped into the marble-floored foyer, her eyes darted across the space. Everything seemed polished to perfection. Too perfect. The hall area had two big portraits - one of Lorenzo and his wife and the other one of Enzo and Tulip. But, there was no warmth, no trace of the vibrant woman Tulip had always been. "Madam is waiting upstairs," a maid said softly, breaking Miliani's train of thought. Miliani nodded and ascended the winding staircase while Willa remained on the ground floor. Mili's hand was trailing along the cold bannister while she watched the big portraits of Enzo and Tulip along the wall. "Miliani," Tulip greeted her softly as Miliani stepped inside, her gaze was immediately drawn to the wall to her right. It was covered with pictures of Enzo a
• • • • ' Lost in your cape Oh! Baby I can't escape ' 𐙚 Daniel sank into the chair in his study, his hands raking through his hair. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid burning his throat as he downed it in one gulp, raw. What the hell was happening to him? He had controlled empires and commanded men, and yet one fragile girl had him unravelling at the seams, breaking his most difficult resolve. He hadn't said sorry since he was a mere child. Not after his father had slapped him for crying over a broken toy. The toy - that one was his favourite. He did not like other kids touching his toys. He used to cherish his favourite thing like his life depended on it, always keeping it hidden in his secret place. But after it was broken by someone, he took it to the person he relied the most upon - his father. But the little boy's tear-soaked cheek was reddened due to the impact of the harsh strike. "Weakness has no place in this house, Daniel," his father sp