LOGIN"I hate him. I hate this place. I hate everyone."The moment the washroom door clicked shut behind her, Claire finally broke. She stormed into one of the empty stalls and locked it before slamming her fists against the wall.Once.Twice.Again.The pain shooting through her knuckles was nothing compared to the agony tearing through her chest. All the anger, humiliation, fear, and helplessness she had bottled up for so long finally came spilling out through her tears.She didn't want this.She had never asked for any of it.She had never dreamed of becoming Adrian's girlfriend, never wanted his attention, his affection, or the twisted relationship he had forced upon her.Yet here she was.Trapped.Helpless.Powerless.She could do nothing except endure it.Endure his control.His commands.His obsession.His version of what he called love.Because if she resisted...She didn't even want to think about what would happen.Claire slid down against the wall, covering her face with tremblin
Following in his footsteps, Claire continued walking ahead, carefully memorising every turn and passage. The elevator dinged as they stepped out and entered the parking lot.Claire was amazed by the sheer size of the villa. Adrian could apparently access every floor of his colossal mansion through the private elevators alone.Perks of being a billionaire.She trailed behind him as he pulled out a remote and pressed a button. Almost instantly, the massive metallic door began sliding upward, revealing an exquisite collection of cars and bikes.Her jaw dropped.There were sleek sports cars lined up beside magnificent motorcycles, each one looking more expensive than the last.Adrian, however, seemed completely unfazed. He leisurely made his way toward his black Harley-Davidson, swinging the keys around his finger. He mounted the bike and slipped the key into the ignition.The engine roared to life. Claire's eyes immediately settled on the beautiful black machine, her gaze travelling over
Descending the stairs quietly, Claire padded into the kitchen when the sizzling of an omelette caught her attention. The aroma of freshly baked pancakes wafted through the air, making her stomach growl despite herself.Her eyes fell on Adrian. He was standing by the stove, calmly cooking breakfast-and wearing an apron.Claire stared at him in astonishment."Come, Cherry."She flinched at the sudden call, especially when he didn't even turn to look at her.How did he know I was here?Nevertheless, she walked toward him and picked up the plates."No, you sit. I'll serve-""It's okay. I'll handle it from here. You go to the dining area."Adrian paused. His eyes followed Claire as she gently took the spatula from his hand and took over the cooking. A slow smile spread across his lips as he watched her move around his kitchen.Just the sight he had always wanted.A picture of domestic bliss.He eventually walked into the dining area, and soon Claire followed with the breakfast. She placed t
"The game you play, the pawns you chooseThe moves you tried, the points you loseI really enjoyed your game, the efforts you've shownBut you forgot that the chessboard on which you played was the one I owned"The room was draped in darkness. The only sound disturbing the silence was the deep, rumbling sound of his snores. Snuggled close to his Cherry, Adrian slept peacefully, his arms wrapped tightly around her as though even in his sleep, he feared she might disappear.But Claire was wide awake.She had been awake the entire night.Her gaze remained fixed on his tattooed chest, partially visible through the loose collar of his shirt. Her eyes traced the intricate design carved across his left shoulder, but her mind was somewhere else entirely. She was thinking.Thinking about how to escape him.Now that she had witnessed the true extent of his madness and understood the frightening depth of his obsession, her desire to get away from him had multiplied a hundredfold.This wasn't lov
Claire simply watched as he grabbed the handle and opened the almirah. Inside lay a collection of items neatly arranged on the shelves.She blinked, confused. But soon recognition filled her eyes.Those items.They belonged to her.Inside the shelves lay her accessories. Her hair ties, scrunchies, hair clips, scarves, bracelets, even her old college ID card."What is this?" Claire whispered as she reached out for her broken wristwatch lying on the second shelf. Her fingertips traced the cracked glass. She had lost it when Adrian had ordered his minions to lock her up in the washroom once. Her eyes watered as she traced her fingers over the damaged strap."You bought this watch from your first salary, didn't you?" Adrian spoke calmly. Claire turned around and looked at him in shock."How do you-""I remember you banging the door and ending up breaking your watch in the process." Adrian cut off his words as he gently took the watch from your hands."I know you must have been hurt, but y
A cage is a cage, even when it's forged from gold.Sitting in the middle of the bed, Claire clutched the crumpled bedsheet in trembling fists as her vacant gaze rested on the window. Outside, the morning sun had begun its daily ascent, spilling molten gold across the world. Its warm rays seeped through the curtains, embracing the room with light. Somewhere beyond these walls, people were beginning another day with smiles, dreams, and hope.Hope.A bitter laugh escaped her lips.Hope was a luxury she had long forgotten. Perhaps she had forfeited every right to happiness the moment she became the object of that monster's obsession.His captive.Adrian had gone out, but not before checking every lock in the house twice, ensuring his precious Cherry had no chance of escaping.Every door was sealed.Every window was reinforced.She wasn't living in a home.She was living inside a beautifully decorated prison.Closing her eyes, memories from the previous night clawed their way back into her







