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Chapter Fourteen

Penulis: Sparrow
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I remembered falling asleep on Alaric’s chest after fixing me, his arms around my petite body. The lingering feeling of warmth and protection stayed even after he got up, making me giddy. His side of the bed was still warm, it means he just got up and do some errands.

Last night I saw another side of Alaric. The way he held me on our date and the way he comforts me, lulling me to sleep.

He had said that he found Lena and in the hospital nursing a mild concussion. I felt guilty. I should have been the one in her place, not the other way around. Why can’t they just leave me alone? Why hunt me to the end of the world? Roman doesn’t even love me to begin with.

I tentatively touch the wound in my head. It still hurts but it's no longer bleeding. A furrow formed on my brow and slowly peel the band-aid on my finger that I had accidentally cut.

It was already healed. It was not supposed to close that fast. Mother had been adamant t

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    The safehouse wasn’t much. A rotting farmhouse nestled at the edge of obscurity—forgotten, crumbling, untouched by time or mercy. Shutters hung limp from rusted hinges. Wind whispered through the slats like ghosts trading secrets. Alaric didn’t care. It had walls, a roof, and distance. That was all he needed. Victoria hadn’t said a word since they abandoned the truck. Her hand brushed his when they climbed the fence, but she pulled away like he burned her. Maybe he did. She hadn’t looked at him—not really—since Roman died. He can't really blamed her. Somehow he knew the feeling of grief all too well. It's the kind of feeling that stripped away the light with shadows of memories dancing at the edge of oblivion. --- Alaric sat on the porch that night. The cigarette in his mouth was ash. He hadn’t lit it. Just a habit. Just something to hold. The stars were lost behind heavy clouds. The kind of night that promised rain. Or worse. It didn't matter anyway. He already lost everyth

  • His Willing Captive   Chapter Forty-Two

    AlaricIt's hard seeing Victoria change. The sweet, kind, and caring woman that I've known weeks ago has been jaded, and… she hates me. I can’t blame her, I did her wrong and by gods, it's killing me inside to see her go through hell. I know what happened back in her room was still bothering her. No one could recover that easily from that kind of trauma. But I don't have a choice or I'll risk endangering her life more than it already did.And it’s all my fault.I've been played a fool by Mona. Maybe because I remember my mother on her that I let my guard down and let her claws sink into my back. I hate myself probably more than Victoria hates me. Turns out, Mona was one of Enrico's local spies around the palace. I should have known better, but I was so blinded by Victoria's beauty that I failed to see the red flags. Even the fact that Mona practically told me that she killed the king had been swept aside; shoved at the back of my mind because my whole fixation was set on Victoria an

  • His Willing Captive   Chapter Forty-One

    “Roman's mother. Enrico killed her,” He said watching me like a hawk. “In front of Roman.” I don't know what happened, but I felt like a bomb had gone off inside my chest. My mind went blank and the only thing I could hear was the grating sound of static and crumbling stones. For a moment I don't know where illusions ended and the reality begins. It was as if the whole place was shaking from its foundation and I am drifting away farther and farther from the ground as the taste of the air around me changes into a suffocating fog of smoke and fire. “Victoria!” it was as if someone was catching me as the intensity of hatred that started to bloom within me was staggering, to say the least. I don't even know that I'm capable of such hatred and how my heart could withstand such feelings for a single person.The vindictive part of me simmers as it grows into an overwhelming vortex of bitterness and darkness. Yet, even inside my head, I could still feel the ground shaking just as Alaric tig

  • His Willing Captive   Chapter Forty

    “Well, I heard I have a brother, guess I got more than I had bargained for, coming here.” I wanted to scream at Roman to save me and take me away from Enrico and Alaric and in all the madness going around us, but I cannot put him at risk, my heart couldn't handle losing another person close to my heart once again.I smiled, the expression not reaching my eyes while my hand balled into fists at the small of my back, trying to control the trembling. “I'm glad you finally have each other,” I said in a small voice. Roman scoffed, throwing Alaric a venomous glare. “I'm sure the feeling is mutual.” Though I have a distinct feeling that he meant the opposite. Neither Alaric nor Roman found their reunion pleasant. I smiled thinly as I looked away, my sight darting to the door, thinking if fleeing from the awkward and tense interaction would be worth it. “Right, Mendez?” Alaric only gave Roman a smug smile as he drew me close to his body quite possessively, I might add, once again. I stumb

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    Never in my life, I had ever thought to have my engagement party or attend any party inside a casino or in a den full of corrupt foreign dignitaries and criminals. Though it shouldn't had had surprised me. Enrico was a criminal after all. I walked in on Alaric's arm. The scenario I've been in could have been taken from a bad Mafia movie. A girl pretending to be in love with the big and bad Mafia boss while forced to smile in the sea of criminals with her bareback on her family's enemies. I swallowed hard as the crowd parted to let our group through, Enrico being the leader of it. If I've been talked with Enrico's guest positively it could have been attributed to the fact that I was one of the few women at the casino wearing a dress that doesn't show any of my private feminine parts. All the lingering and approving gaze didn't matter anyway, there's no other gaze that could make the small hair on my arms rise deliciously other than Roman's. In front of us, I saw Enrico being swallo

  • His Willing Captive   Chapter Thirty-Eight

    A gentle rapped on the door woke me up from a restless sleep that has me scrambling to the wall. Slowly, the door creaked open and a familiar friendly face peeked through the gap. Mei-hua beamed at me when her sight rested on my curled body pressing the wall. A frown etched on her gentle face before it softened. She immediately presented the tray of food in her hand and a duffel bag in the other as she walked closer to me. “When you sleep, I clean bathroom and change light,” she said in broken english in her heavily accented voice. “I help you okay, cannot help escape. Sorry.” She shook her head as she said somberly. She could make my stay bearable but couldn't help me escape. I translated it in my head. I can't judge her and make her endanger her life for helping me escape if that was even possible. Whatever her reasons for working under Enrico, that's all her. And to be honest she's already risking plenty by giving me beyond what's necessary. She could just give me food

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