Candice ~~The moment I stepped out of the fitting room, the entire boutique seemed to fall silent.The shop assistant, who had been gushing non-stop, audibly gasped, her eyes widening with admiration.“Oh my goodness,” she whispered, pressing a hand to her chest. “You look… stunning.”I turned to the full-length mirror, and for a moment, I barely recognized myself.The luxurious gown hugged my body in all the right places, flowing down in a cascade of shimmering fabric. The delicate lace trailed along my arms, and the subtle sparkle of the embellishments caught the light just enough to make me look almost… ethereal.I swallowed, my fingers brushing over the smooth material.It felt surreal.Like stepping into a dream I had once dared to have—a dream of walking down the aisle, of love, of a perfect wedding where I felt cherished. But reality had stolen that from me long ago.Yet… standing here now, looking at my reflection, I felt something strange bloom in my chest. A warmth. A flick
Candice~~I didn’t want his money. I didn’t want any of it.The moment we stepped out of the boutique, I pulled my hand away from his and kept a careful distance. He acted like buying me a closet full of designer clothes was a normal thing—like he hadn’t just turned me into someone else’s spectacle.I didn’t thank him. I couldn’t. My pride was already hanging by a thread.He didn’t say a word, and neither did I. We walked in silence through the high-end shopping district, his presence next to me heavy and impossible to ignore.My eyes wandered from one store window to another, trying to distract myself, trying to breathe. Then suddenly, I stopped.At the entrance of an elegant bridal boutique, a wedding dress was displayed on a mannequin, bathed in soft golden light. It was breathtaking—delicate lace cascaded down the gown, the bodice adorned with intricate floral embroidery, and a sheer, flowing train pooled like liquid silk. It was the kind of dress little girls dreamed of wearing
Candice’s POV“No, I want this not something affordable.”I said to her still pointing at the particular dress. The shop assistant’s fake smile quickly faded, replaced by a sneer.“Miss,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension, “I think you’re in the wrong place. We don’t have anything in here for… your type.”I blinked, barely believing my ears.“My type?” I repeated, my voice tight.She folded her arms, glancing at my outfit with obvious disdain. “Yes. You know—bargain hunters, window shoppers, people who come in just to touch things they can’t afford. We’ve had… incidents before. I’d hate to call security over a misunderstanding.”My blood boiled.“Excuse me?”She rolled her eyes, sighing dramatically. “Look, I know how this goes. You walk in here, pretending to browse, maybe even try something on, then suddenly—poof! An expensive item goes missing. It’s always the ones dressed like you.”I felt like I had been slapped.Dressed like me?I looked down at my outfit—just a s
Candice’s POVI was lounging in my room, flipping through a magazine absentmindedly when I heard a familiar, cheerful voice echo through the hallway.“Candice! I hope you’re not sulking in here!”Lily.Before I could even respond, the door swung open, and there she was, smiling as if she hadn’t a care in the world. She held a shopping bag in one hand and a mischievous glint in her eyes.“I brought you something,” she said, tossing the bag onto my lap before plopping down beside me.Curious, I pulled the package open, only to freeze when I saw what was inside—a revealing, undeniably sexy swimsuit. My face immediately burned.“Lily!” I gasped, holding it up like it was a piece of scandalous evidence.She laughed, clearly pleased with my reaction. “What? It’s perfect! Imagine this—you and my brother, all alone, out on a romantic swim date…” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Just picture it, Candice.”If my face wasn’t red before, it certainly was now. “A-A swim date? With Dorian?” My voice came
Candice POVDownhearted, I returned to my bedroom. I needed someone to talk to. Someone who would understand. So, I grabbed my phone and dialed Ruby’s number. She was the one person I could rely on to help me sort through my tangled emotions. It rang a few times before she answered, her voice warm but laced with concern.“Candice! You finally called! I’ve been worried about you. How are you? Are you okay?”I hesitated for a moment, then said softly, “Ruby, there’s something I need to tell you… It’s about Violet.”There was a brief silence on the other end. Then Ruby sighed. “I knew she wasn’t a good friend to you. What did she do this time?”My fingers tightened around my phone. “She—” my voice wavered, the weight of it all suddenly making her throat tight. “She claimed to be sorry for all she did to me and silly me accepted her apologies and agreed to meet up with her. Unknown to me that it was all a set up.” “What?!” Ruby’s sharp gasp was followed by a rustling sound, as if she h
Candice’s POVDorian turned to me, his expression unreadable. “Follow me.”Something about his tone made my heart race.I hesitated. “Where are we going?”He didn’t answer, just started walking.I frowned, quickening my steps to keep up with him. “Dorian, you never answered me. I told you not to hurt Violet. If anyone is going to deal with her, it should be me.”Still, he didn’t respond.Frustration built up inside me. “Dorian—”“Do more listening and less talking,” he cut in sharply.I pressed my lips together, suddenly feeling nervous. I could tell he was serious—there was no room for argument.The silence between us felt heavy as we descended a set of cold, stone stairs. The deeper we went, the more my heartbeat quickened.Then, we reached the basement.The dim, flickering light barely illuminated the space, casting eerie shadows on the damp walls. A metallic scent filled the air—sharp, iron-like. Blood.My stomach twisted as my eyes adjusted to the gloom, and then I saw her.Viole
Candice’s POVI shyly looked at Dorian, worried about what might happen.I carefully stood up, my legs still feeling a little weak, and walked toward the bathroom. Dorian offered to helped me get to the bathroom but I respectfully declined. He can’t help me wash my self and also help me to the bathroom. I need to do this one myself The sound of Dorian’s footsteps behind me made me even more nervous.I turned my head slightly, sneaking a glance at him. Dorian was staring straight at me. His intense gaze made my face heat up instantly.Didn’t he get the memo that he was supposed to turn around?I hesitated at the bathroom door before clearing my throat. “Turn around,” i mumbled, barely able to meet his eyes.Dorian raised an eyebrow, but without a word, he obeyed.I quickly undressed, my heart pounding, and slipped into the bathtub. The warm water wrapped around me like a comforting embrace, easing some of the lingering tension in her muscles.Taking a deep breath, I finally said, “
Dorian’s POV“Not just our baby” I thought to myself, the words burning on the tip of my tongue, almost rolling off. But I hesitated, unsure of how to express the emotions swirling inside me. I guess it was better I kept mute, so I did just that. Now wasn’t the time for this conversation. Candice had been through enough, and I could see the exhaustion in her eyes. She needed rest, not more confusion.I took a deep breath and turned to Ana. “Take good care of her.”“Yes, Sir Dorian,” Ana replied, bowing her head.Candice lay on the bed, her expression unreadable. Even after all that had happened, she wasn’t blaming me. That hurt more than if she had.I hesitated for a moment longer, watching her as she pulled the blanket tighter around herself. Her body was healing, but what about her mind? What about her heart?Anger started building up inside of me but I forced myself to turn away.As I stepped out of the room, I found Derek waiting for me. He was standing by the door, his hands beh
Candice’s POVThe moment my eyes met Dorian’s, everything else faded away. My heart clenched as relief, fear, and shame crashed over me all at once.“Dorian…” My voice came out in a broken whisper, but I couldn’t bring myself to say more.My body trembled violently. The ropes had left angry red marks on my wrists, and my clothes were torn and wrinkled. I felt exposed, vulnerable. But the moment Dorian stepped inside, the air in the room shifted. The two men who had tormented me moments ago froze in sheer terror.One of them, the shorter one, stumbled back. His eyes darted toward the exit, but he was too afraid to move. The other, the one with the scar, swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as if trying to find the courage to speak—but he couldn’t.Dorian didn’t spare them a glance. He walked toward me in silence. His coat was in his hands before I could even process it, and he draped it gently over my shoulders. The warmth of the fabric sent a shiver down my spine, but not becaus