Mag-log inELARA'S POV"Do it then," I heard myself say.The words just came out. I didn't even think about them first."Just do it. Because honestly? Death sounds better than being here."She gasped. I could hear it even though my head was all fuzzy from the wine.I opened my eyes slow. She was staring at me like I'd lost my mind. The gun was still pointed right at my face. But something about her face had changed. She looked confused now. Maybe even shocked."What... what did you say?" Her voice shook a little."I said do it." The wine was making me brave. Or maybe just really dumb. "Kill me. Go ahead. Being dead is honestly better than being stuck here as Kieran's prisoner. So just pull the trigger already."We stared at each other. Neither of us moved.The gun was still pointed at my head. But her hand had started shaking."You... you really don't want to be here?" she asked."No." I let out a bitter laugh. "I really don't. He kidnapped me. Took me from my life. From my best friend.I didn
ELARA'S POV"Relax," he said softly near my ear.Relax? Was he serious? How was I supposed to relax?His hand moved up and down my back slowly. Like he was trying to calm a scared animal."Look at me," he said.I didn't want to. I kept my eyes down."Elara. Look at me."Slowly, I turned my head and met his eyes.Those blue eyes. They weren't angry right now. They were something else. Something I couldn't figure out."Why do you fight me so much?" he asked quietly."Because you kidnapped me," I said before I could stop myself.His jaw tightened. "I saved you.""Saved me?" The words just came out. "You took me away from my life from my friend. She must be worried sick about me now.How is that saving me?""Your life?" He laughed but there was no humor in it. "What life?Living in that tiny apartment? Struggling to pay bills? That's not a life, Elara. "And so, you had no right”His grip on my waist tightened. "I had every right.""No. You didn't."We stared at each other. The tension was
ELARA'S POVA knock on the door made me jump."Come in," I said, my voice still shaky from crying.the maid from the other day that help me when my head was stuck walked in. She had kind eyes but she wasn't smiling."I'm here to dress you up," she announced."Yeah, right," I muttered under my breath.She walked straight to the bathroom and turned on the water. I followed her like a zombie. What else could I do? I was too tired. Too broken.She helped me into the bath. I just sat there while she washed my hair, scrubbed my back. It felt weird having someone bathe me like I was a kid.After the bath, she wrapped me in a fluffy towel and went straight to the closet. She pulled out a dress. A red dress. Deep red, like blood."This will look good on you," she said, holding it up.The dress was beautiful. I hated that it was beautiful. Short, tight, with thin straps. The kind of dress I would have been excited to wear to a party back home. Back when my life was normal.I put it on without s
ELARA'S POVI pressed my ear against the heavy wooden door,This is it. This is your chance.I'd seen this in movies a thousand times how hard could it be? I jammed it into the lock, wiggling it around like an idiot. Nothing happened. I tried again, angling it differently."Come on, come on," I whispered, my hands trembling so bad I could barely hold the stupid thing.Click.Holy crap. It actually worked.I stared at the door for a second,This was really happening. I was really doing this.Okay, Elara. Deep breath. You've got this.I cracked the door open just enough to peek outside.I peaked No guards.Nobody oh lord I think you are on my side.Now or never.I slipped.Which way? Left? Right? Everything looked the same fancy and huge and completely confusing. I picked right just because and started walking as fast as I could without actually running.My mind was racing. Just find a door. Any door. Get outside and run like hell.I turned a corner, my eyes scanning for windows, exits, any
KIERAN'S POVHow dare he touch what belongs to me.The thought kept repeating in my head as I watched Marco's body being dragged out. Blood was still spreading across my expensive carpet. I didn't care. He deserved worse.I looked at Elara. She was frozen. Standing there in that red dress I picked for her. She looked perfect. And beautiful. Good. She should understand what I'm capable of. What I'll do to protect what's mine.I set the gun down on the table and walked over to her. She flinched when I got close."Come," I said softly. I put my hand on her lower back and guided her to the chair next to mine. "Sit."She sat down like a robot. Her eyes were still wide. Still in shock.The cleaners were already working on the blood. They're good at this.In ten minutes there would be no trace of what happened here.I sat down next to Elara and reached for her hand. She tried to pull away but I held firm.Her hand was shaking in mine."Gentlemen," I said looking at my business partners. Vikt
ELARA'S POVI stood up from the bed stretching my arms. I didn’t know when I fell asleep the bed feels so soft I didn’t know when i slept off.I looked around the room again really taking it all in this time.Everything screamed luxury. The bed was probably worth more than everything I owned back home. The curtains looked like real silk. Even the room smelled good like expensive candles and fresh flowers.This was my prison. Might as well see what kind of prison it was.I went to the closet first and pulled the doors open. My jaw dropped.Holy crap.The closet was huge. And it was filled with designer clothes. Gucci. Versace. Chanel. Names I'd only dreamed about.I pulled out a black dress and held it up. It looked like it would fit perfectly.Wait how did he even know my exact size?I checked the tag. Size 4. That was my size. Exactly my size.I grabbed a pair of jeans. Same thing. A blouse. My size. Everything in here would fit me perfectly.Creepy. So creepy.I went to the bathroom







