Stealing Her

I stumbled over my own feet as he shoved me through the doorway, barely catching myself before I hit the polished marble floor. A gasped escaped my mouth as I straightened up, eyes wide as they scanned the unfamiliar surroundings.

Or should I say—a mansion.

Everything about it screamed wealth, power and danger.

I gulped down the lump formed at the bottom of my throat as I blinked rapidly, trying to push back those tears, smearing them away with my shoulder because my hands were bound tightly in front of me. The ropes bit into my skin, a cruel reminder that this wasn’t a nightmare.

I guess now this is my new reality.

“Welcome to my world, princess,” he whispered near my ear making me startled, his voice felt like velvet over a broken glass.

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Lewis.

The name alone makes my stomach churn.

The man I once thought I loved. The one who walked into my life with a smile, too perfect and eyes too deceptive. He wore sweetness like a mask, a disguise that crumbled the moment he had me.

At first, he was everything I ever wanted, to good to be true.

Until he became everything I feared.

He didn’t just hurt me, he broke me beyond my imagination and just when I thought there was no way out of his twisted love, his brother appeared like a... like a storm.

Like a promise to rip us apart.

The day I stepped into their house, I didn’t just lose my freedom.

I lost my dignity.

With Lewis, I lost my body.

But with him, I lost everything - soul.

In trying to escape one prison, I fell into another.

But this one has velvet chains and a master who whispers in the dark.

At first, I thought I saw a savior in him, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. He is worser than Lewis, his feelings are forbidden yet he was too proud to show it around the world.

I never sought his attention and I never wanted his eyes on me. But he gave it anyway unrelenting, forbidden, consuming, and obsessive.

He didn’t just offer me a freedom from Lewis. He offered me a different kind of freedom or should I say cage/captivity. The one laced with soft touches and sharp edges. One that didn’t hurt my skin, but carved into my soul.

He stole my sanity with his silence, my breath with his gaze, and my heart with his wickedness. I was a puppet tangled in the strings of two devils - one who broke me openly, and the other who worshipped my broken pieces like treasures he owned.

Now the real question is:

Will he heal me as he promised or destroy what’s left of me?

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⚠️WARNING: IT CONTAINS DARK ROMANCE, HAS FORCED AND MATURED CONTENT, SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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⚠️Important - English is not my first language, so please bare with any mistakes.

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