MasukLia Tan’s quiet, peaceful life is shattered when she is kidnapped by the powerful, twisted Vincent Casella, thrusting her into a world of wealth, luxury, and terror. Just as Vincent plans to auction her off, mysterious billionaire Rafe Laurent steps in, saving Lia for reasons rooted in his own dark past.
Lihat lebih banyak“You’re mine,” Rafe’s voice was low, dangerously so, as he stepped closer, his eyes dark with something unspoken.
Lia’s pulse quickened, the air thick with the tension between them. She stood frozen, her body betraying the fear and the strange, magnetic pull that connected them. His words lingered in the air, a command, a promise, but the way he said it—like he owned her, like she belonged to him—made her blood run cold.
“No,” she whispered, voice trembling, even as her body rebelled against the protest. “I’m not—”
But before she could finish, his hand gripped her jaw, forcing her eyes to meet his. There was no softness, no room for argument. “You don’t get to decide, Lia.”
His lips crashed into hers, a forceful, desperate kiss that left no room for hesitation. His mouth was hot, demanding, as if he was trying to devour her whole, pulling her deeper into his world. Her hands found his chest instinctively, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath.
Rafe’s other hand tangled in her hair, tugging her head back, making her gasp. “You’re going to stay with me,” he growled against her neck, his lips trailing hot, possessive kisses down her skin. “And you’re going to learn that you can’t escape. Not from me. Not from this.”
Her body was caught between fear and something else, something darker—an undeniable pull toward him. Despite herself, she leaned into him, her chest pressing against his, the heat between them intensifying. His hands moved lower, gripping her hips with a possessive force, pulling her closer, as if there was no space between them that wasn’t already his.
“No one’s going to take you from me again,” he whispered fiercely, his voice raw with obsession, with hunger.
Her breath hitched as she felt his control slip, his desire burning through the thin barrier between them. He wasn’t just claiming her—he was marking her, breaking through every boundary she’d ever known, until she was left with nothing but him, nothing but the overwhelming need he awakened in her.
Lia’s mind screamed to break free, to resist, but her body—her body betrayed her, responding to him, to the weight of his touch, to the fire that spread through her veins. And in that moment, with his lips searing against hers, she was lost.
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The crackling fire in the hearth cast flickering shadows across the grand sitting room. Lia sat on the edge of the couch, her knees tucked to her chest, warily watching Rafe as he paced the room. The tension between them was palpable, thickening the air like a storm about to break.Rafe had summoned her here without explanation, and she had come reluctantly, unsure of his intentions. His silence as he moved back and forth, hands shoved deep into his pockets, was unnerving.“Why am I here?” Lia finally asked, her voice strained but steady.Rafe stopped abruptly, his broad shoulders stiffening. He turned to face her, his expression carved from stone, yet his eyes betrayed a turmoil she couldn’t decipher.“You deserve an explanation,” he said, his tone low and measured.Lia blinked in surprise. It was the last thing she expected to hear from him. “An explanation for what?”“For why you’re here,” he said, his voice softening just slightly. He exhaled deeply, rubbing a hand across his face
The next morning arrived with a haze of gray clouds that seemed to press down on the sprawling estate, reflecting the weight in Lia’s chest. She’d barely slept, her mind restless with memories of Vincent’s cruelty and the auction, where her fate had been reduced to a bidding war. The uncertainty of her new life with Rafe twisted her insides into a knot.The sound of the door unlocking jolted her from her thoughts. She sat up abruptly, her heart pounding. Rafe stepped inside, his expression as impassive as ever, though his sharp gaze took in every detail of her appearance—her pale face, the dark circles under her eyes, and the tension in her posture.“You’ve been in here long enough,” he said flatly, closing the door behind him. “Come with me.”Lia hesitated, her body instinctively recoiling at his commanding tone. “Why? Where are we going?”“I don’t owe you an explanation,” he replied, his voice calm but firm. “But you need to eat something more substantial than what’s brought to your
The mansion loomed around Lia like a gilded cage, every corner dripping with opulence that only emphasized her isolation.Crystal chandeliers reflected light onto marble floors, casting intricate patterns that danced with her every step. The walls were adorned with artwork she couldn’t place, the kind of pieces meant to intimidate as much as impress.It felt less like a home and more like a fortress, built to keep secrets locked inside.Lia wandered cautiously through the hallways, her bare feet soundless against the cool tiles. Every turn revealed something new—an elaborate sitting room with furniture too pristine to be used, a library with shelves stretching so high that ladders were needed to reach the top, a sunroom filled with exotic plants that seemed out of place in such a cold environment.And yet, no matter where she went, she felt the eyes of the house on her. Cameras, maybe. Or just her own paranoia.Her thoughts were interrupted by a low murmur of voices coming from a near
“Rafe, you’re pacing again.”Cally’s voice was soft but firm as she stepped into the dimly lit study. Her sharp features were softened by concern, her eyes tracking her son’s restless movements. Rafe stood by the large bay window, staring out into the sprawling gardens below.“How can I not, Mom?” he replied, his voice tight with frustration. “This whole situation is a disaster waiting to explode.”Cally approached slowly, her silk robe trailing behind her like a ghostly whisper. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, but he didn’t turn to face her.“You’re taking on too much,” she said softly. “You always do.”Rafe scoffed, finally spinning around. “How can I not when everything I’ve built, everything I’ve worked for, is threatened by his games?”Cally tilted her head, studying him. “This isn’t just about him, is it?”Rafe hesitated, his jaw clenching. He moved toward the desk, running a hand through his dark hair. “It’s about her,” he admitted reluctantly. “Lia.”“Ah,” Cally said












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