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I FELL INTO HIS TRAP Chapter 45
(Emily's POV)I thought Alya was a bad maid, but that was before I had her as a nurse. She plumped the pillow beneath my head like she was beating a lump of dough and pulled a piece of my hair in the mix.With a resentful glance, I shied away from her. "Thank you, but my pillow is fine."She raised a brow before sliding a mischievous look away to mess with the tray of food at my bedside."I'm not hungry," I said.She ignored me and made a show of adding sugar to my tea. As if I'd ever drink that tea again.I'd stayed in bed for two days, and with each second that passed, I grew sicker of it. The only thing that kept me here was the knowledge someone in this house hated me so much they'd poisoned me. And then, my thoughts chanted I was an awful person.My mind was a terrible place.Yesterday, Louis, the doctor, deemed me as good as new. Dimitri, however, hadn't shown his face since he carried me to my room and stripped me naked. I didn't know what I expected. Certainly not an apology
I FELL INTO HIS TRAP Chapter 46
(Emily's POV)The sight of him made my heart do awkward palpitation as curiosity expanded once again. My fingers tightened around his razor. "Looking for your staircase to hell."He chuckled softly. "You're not going to find it in here. I keep it in the basement." Something synonymous with amusement started in my stomach, but I tamped it down. I may have decided to let twisted feelings run their course but laughing with my kidnapper in his bedroom would just be crazy. Without words, I walk passed him and tried to escape from his dungeon but he held my wrist and pushed me lightly. I was out of balance and my hand landed on the knob of the closet, causing me to fully open it and found myself inside the closet.He's being harsh again.Dimitri's eyes slid to the razor in my hand before he moved into the closet too, and even though it was the size of a child's bedroom, the space could now rival a cardboard box.I took a step back and watched him warily as he removed his suit jacket. My
I FELL INTO HIS TRAP Chapter 47
(Emily's POV)The next morning, our breakfast 'dates' continued. However, the atmosphere couldn't be tenser if a ticking time bomb sat beside the teapot just didn't know the silence was about to detonate in a way that would make an actual explosive a better alternative.An edginess flared at the memory of last night. The pressure of Dimitri's body against mine awoke a heat wave beneath my skin that was so hot, tossed, and turned all night into emptiness and confusion. Even now, a restless ache persisted between my legs.I curled my toes against the marble, knowing I should be ashamed of the feeling especially since Dimitri seemed to have forgotten last night entirely by his apathetic demeanor-but I refused to send myself on another guilt trip.Instead of the silent maid, another woman served our food, and she was not the docile, invisible type. She could be Kendall Jenner's blonde twin. I wouldn't be surprised if the servant's eyelashes were thickly mascaraed by the celebrity's makeup
I FELL INTO HIS TRAP Chapter 48
(Emily's POV)My eyes glued to him, to Dimitri. Somehow I felt he must have gone through a lot. Seeing his daughter's bedroom connected to his, he was still not ready to let Celine go. He was stuck in the past. Is that why he let Sylvia come and go freely inside his property? I do not have any idea if they were divorced or just split. I'm not sure if the documents that I signed are authentic. Come to think of it... I do not give a f*ck about his and Sylvia's relationship. "What?"My soul was awakened when the grumpy voice resonated through my ears. Confusion covers all over his countenance. He stares at me, eyes narrowed while munching his shrimp pasta."What?" I questioned back."Can't get enough of my handsomeness?"I rolled my eyes and sip the lemon juice in my glass. I told Amanda to not give me tea anymore. I also asked this handsome creature in front of me if only Amanda, Leila, or Alya can serve me a portion of food. I must be insane for entrusting Alya, or not."What's on y
I FELL INTO HIS TRAP Chapter 49
(Emily's POV)I was relieved to see the dining room sat empty except for a single filled plate in my spot at the table. After grabbing the dish, I slipped on my boots and coat and stepped outside. The men no longer went silent in my presence, now used to me drifting around in the snow. Mali, the youngest among the guards here, even came over to greet me, following my steps to the kennel while trying out some of the English he was attempting to learn. It was awful, but I'd never tell him.Lucio barked something at Mali, who gave me an apologetic smile "I leave now. Boss teach me how..." As he scratched his head in thought, a weird sense of anticipation ballooned in my stomach at just the mention of Dimitri, knowing he was the only one referred to as "boss" around here. Unable to come up with the word, Lucio moved his hands like they were on a steering wheel."Drive?" I supplied."Yes. He tells me I suck ass."A laugh escaped my mouth. Lucio should probably stick to letting Dimitri teac
I FELL INTO HIS TRAP Chapter 50
(Emily's POV)As the cement floor became chillier, I used the remaining strength of my other arm to sit up and took a glance at Ravi who was monitoring my every move. I cannot blame him, I'm the one who push myself to him, as I was eager to tame this cold-blooded dog.Nevertheless, it was partly my fault and Dimitri should not know about this or anyone else. It is easy to hide the wound by wearing a sleeves coat, like every day. If I do, Alya must think I am missing her off again, by wearing weigh clothes which is difficult to laundry.She's complaining about every nuisance I made, that's why it was easy to piss her off. I'm used to seeing her frowning than acting as if she cared, it does not suit to her appearance. Just as I reached the kennel's exit, the door opened to reveal a stern-faced Lucio. I took a step back, hid my wrist in my coat sleeve, and forced an innocent expression. His suspicious gaze slid from mine to take in the room behind me."What are you doing in here?" he as
I FELL INTO HIS TRAP Chapter 51
(Emily's POV)"Go. Inside. The. House. NOW!" Dimitri's voice was calm, but the edges were rough commanding absolute obedience and twisting my willpower. His gaze penetrated my blood with ice. He would do this no matter how much I begged. He would destroy Ravi and stomp on my soft heart in the process. Because I was worthless to him. But now I'd experienced a tiny slice of belonging in getting through to Ravi, I refused to let Dimitri steal it from me.Contempt swallowed me whole, lighting a fire in my veins. "You want my misery? Then take it!" I shoved his chest, the ache in my wrist shooting up my arm. "You can have all of it, but I won't let you do this."His jaw clenched when I hit him again, but he didn't budge from his spot. "You don't throw things away just because they hurt you!" My chest heaved, the force of my feelings sending my blood pressure diving again, and black spots swam in my blurred vision. A wave of dizziness dropped my gaze to his lips; to the thin scar through
I FELL INTO HIS TRAP Chapter 52
(Emily's POV)I should be doubting my life intentions, searching for an escape hole, or doing anything remotely constructive. Instead, I sat in the drawing room and looked after the sun sinks below the horizon with the Bible on my lap. The book was in Italian and was therefore unthinkable, but the words didn't matter. It was the divine consent I needed by this point in my life.The front door shut quietly, but it may as well have been banged, the soft click transmitting an edgy palpitation to the tips of my fingers. It couldn't be any clearer who just came inside if a marching band preceded him. The energy he held up rivaled the insidious screech in horror films as a glinting knife stabbed at its victim.Dimitri must have had a bad day at work. Or he still has not forgiven me for talking about his daughter in front of him and lecturing his ability as a father and as a forced wife.Stomach clenching, I picked up the book, opened it to a random page, and feigned to devoutly read. My bac
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