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last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2024-11-16 21:12:12

He was never going to change, and honestly, why should I even want him to? It’s not as if I love him or anything. It’s the empathy I feel for him that stirs up emotions I’ve never experienced before.

I need to stop what I’m doing—I can’t keep this up. The harder I try to pull him out of this nightmare, the more I find myself dreaming of being close to him, and it’s tormenting me.

My sobs echoed within the four walls. It’s only been four months since the wedding, since moving in, an
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  • Take Me   33

    That hesitation—that refusal—it did something to her. Made something twist uncomfortably in her chest. Because for the first time since she walked into his world, she felt like she was standing on the edge of something she couldn’t see. Something he knew. Something he wasn’t telling her. And she hated that. Hated not knowing. Hated that he thought he could just shut her out of it.“Get in the car,” he said finally, his voice back to that cold control she’d come to recognize. She stared at him for a second longer. Anger still burning. Questions still unanswered. Something heavier settling underneath it all. Then she turned and walked to the car without another word. Not because he told her to. But because this wasn’t over. Not even close. And whatever he wasn’t saying, she was going to find out herself.***They returned to the quiet, sprawling house, its shadows deeper than usual. Adagio led her to a large, opulent bedroom she hadn’t seen before.“You’ll sleep here tonight,” he stated

  • Take Me   32

    The meeting didn’t end.It fractured.Not loudly—no slammed fists, no raised voices—but something had snapped beneath the surface, and everyone in that room felt it. Conversations resumed, numbers were thrown around, decisions were made—but none of it mattered anymore. Not really.Because the moment I said wife, the room had stopped being about business.And he knew it.I felt it in the way Adagio’s presence shifted beside me—colder now, sharper. Not outwardly. Not for them. For them, he was still composed, still in control, still the man no one questioned.But for me—I could feel the storm building.He didn’t look at me again for the rest of the meeting. Not once. And somehow, that was worse than if he had.It meant he was waiting.—The second the meeting adjourned, chairs scraping softly against the floor, low conversations picking back up, I stood without hesitation. I didn’t look at him. Didn’t wait for him.But I felt him.Right behind me.Close enough that the air shifted.“Ou

  • Take Me   31

    And this is?”There was a brief pause.Not long. But enough.I tilted my head slightly, meeting his gaze without hesitation. “Someone you don’t need to worry about,” I said before Adagio Amato could answer.The man raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Is that so?”I smiled faintly. “It depends,” I added. “Are you planning to give me a reason to?”Silence followed—sharp, unexpected. I felt it settle into the air, that subtle tightening when something unpredictable refuses to behave.Adagio stepped in then, his presence cutting through the moment like a blade. “She’s with me,” he said, his tone leaving no room for further questions.The man studied me for another second before nodding slightly. “Interesting,” he murmured. “Let’s see if that remains true by the end of the night.”My smile didn’t fade. “I’d worry more about yourself,” I replied softly.His lips twitched, uncertain whether to laugh or reconsider his words. Then he stepped aside.We walked past him.And I could feel it—eyes

  • Take Me   30

    The mirror didn’t lie.It never did.I stood in front of it, fingers brushing over the fabric of my dress—black, sharp, structured. It didn’t soften me. It didn’t hide me. It defined exactly what I wanted it to: control. Not the kind he thought he had over me—but the kind I carried within myself. My hair fell freely down my back, slightly tamed, but not enough to look obedient. Nothing about me tonight said obedience.A knock came at the door.Once.Then silence.Of course.“Come in,” I said, my voice calm as I kept my eyes on my reflection.The door opened quietly, and I caught him in the mirror before I turned. He stepped in, and for a fraction of a second—just one—he paused. His eyes moved over me slowly, not with admiration, not even with approval. He was measuring. Calculating. Trying to decide something he hadn’t figured out yet.I turned to face him, leaning back against the table, arms loosely crossed.“Well?” I asked. “Do I pass your inspection?”His expression didn’t change.

  • Take Me   29

    The house was too quiet.Not the kind of quiet that brought peace—but the kind that watched you. Followed you from room to room. Settled into your bones and stayed there.By the next day, it had already begun.The war.Not loud. Not obvious.Controlled.—I sat by the window in my room, one leg tucked beneath me, a book resting open in my hands. The words blurred more often than not—not because I couldn’t read them, but because my mind kept circling back to him.To yesterday.To that shift.I turned a page anyway.Forced calm.Outside, the sky was dimming into evening, shadows stretching long across the floor. The golden light slipped through the curtains, brushing against the pages, against my fingers.Stillness.Deliberate.Maintained.Until—A knock.Soft.Once.Then the door opened before I could answer.Of course.I didn’t look up immediately. Let him step in. Let him feel the same quiet he’d been feeding me since yesterday.Let him wait.Footsteps. Slow. Unhurried.Measured.I t

  • Take Me   28

    I watched him walk toward me, his cold gaze burning holes into my skin. With every step he took, the breath in my lungs seemed to vanish. I stood still, biting the inside of my cheek, bracing myself for the storm I knew was coming.In one swift motion, he gripped my jaw and yanked me toward him. I gasped, startled, but his eyes remained cold—unbothered—holding a quiet rage just beneath the surface.“You’re disrespecting me, Amato,” he growled.“You’re disrespecting yourself,” I breathed, despite the sting of his grip tightening around my face. I saw something flicker in his eyes—maybe realization, or maybe just a bruised ego. Whichever it was, it gave me a deep, twisted sense of satisfaction.He pulled me even closer, as if there were any space left between us. His breath brushed against my ear, his voice low, threatening, like a rule carved in stone.“When I say something, you do it.”He might’ve had others kneeling for forgiveness—but I wasn’t one of them. And what was he going to d

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