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The next morning, the sunlight shone brightly into the room which king Spencer had slept on, and with the blue birds chirping outside the window. For some hours, he has already woken up, sitting on his bed and was lost in a few thoughts. He was extremely confused and at the same time he also felt disoriented within himself. He was wondering how he landed in here, but the extensive headache he was feeling in his head was too much for him to bear at the moment. After a few moments, King Spencer sailed out of the bed and he went directly to his bathroom to have his warm bath. Hence, he stepped out and went to his closet and snatched out a black gean trouser and a blue top which he donned within a few seconds. Then, he grabbed his phone from the bed, turning around swiftly and he walked out of the room. Trudging down the stairs, he arrived at the living room and he found a broken glass cup on the floors and immediately he knew that something crucial must have happened yesterday.
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Through the secluded street, Eleanor runs down the boulevard like a bat out of hell. Her long black hair drifts vigorously in different directions, her lips narrowly open as they evaded burning breaths. She didn't curtail for a second either to take a pause. Rather, Eleanor intensified her pace. Streamlet of sweats bedeck her face, her emerald green eyes were obscured with raining tears as she scampers on the ragged grounds, her foot exposed.Her heart is rawly kicking heavily, her palms were glossy in a cold sweat. The burning sun rose notoriously while she fled to her ray of hope. Her mother is succumbing to the aisle of death, the sole family she possesses is dying in her presence and there's absolutely nothing she could do about it.Eleanor knew this truth, she knew that if her dear mother is gone from this world. Then, she will have to die for this life will be insignificant for her to dwell. Barely two years ago, her father died from a vicious lung disease. They had no mone
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"Hey! Wake up!" A voice ordered, coldly. Slowly, Eleanor unfolded her emerald green eyes to the world around her as she felt extremely disorientated. Abruptly, she felt a large hand made a contact with her skin, inciting her to get startled at its hardness as she was being dragged recklessly out of the car. "You are hurting me!" She howled, but the huge man ignored her. It was twilight already, the atmosphere is subduing and soothing yet overwhelming. The huge man roughly clutched Eleanor's arm beside him, he was busily whispering a few distinct utterances to one of his men. Eleanor grimaces her face at the hardness of the huge man's hand wrapping around her arm, her blurry eyes were unhurriedly wearing off as she takes in the view of the vast compound. There were miscellaneous men here and there, festooned in black raven suits as they held accurate guns. Leaving no space for intruders to penetrate, into the compound. There stood a large fountain in the middle of the compound,
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"No!" Eleanor cries out vulnerably, her arms obstructing her body in protection. She had withheld never to strip nakedly as he had ordered her to, she will never let herself be derided by him. Never. "Ah! Please let go of me,” she whines disgustingly on sensing his smooth yet overwhelming hand on her bare skin. King Spencer clenched her hand, possessively, and dominantly as he hauled her to his bed. Amidst her struggles, her vigor was like a piece of cake to his strength. Trepidation gripped her like gum, this is what she feared. Losing her innocence this way, in this shameful way. No!! Even when king Spencer was extremely tipsy, his strength was still intact as he propelled her to his royal bed. The very sacred bed he never let anyone lay on, not even his mistress. But except for one soul, his deceased wife. If only he knew what he was about to execute, if only he knew he was about to sexually assault the one woman he rawly hated, purely despised and loathed with passion
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The next morning is softening, the fluffy breezes blew softly into the beguiling room as they rested their delicacy on the entrancing face spreading on the king-sized bed. As if they were not appreciated by the receiver —King Spencer riffled his eyes open like a book. The stunning sunlight smashes his ocean blue eyes which were adorned with specks of gold as they gleam extraordinarily. Slowly, he sat upon his butt, positioning his back on the headboard with a steeled face. He made no further movement as his disoriented mind jogged many miles in one second while he speculated on what occurred last night. King Spencer felt inwardly strange, he knew something was inaccurate. He knew something unusual transpired last night but he couldn't grasp what it was. Regardless, solely one person could tell what it was —Zachary. Sailing out of the bed, his silver hair flopped over his left eye. Lending him an alluring but perilous appearance, he promptly leans down to his nightstand to grab hi
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