Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Willing Captive: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

My ears were ringing as I felt my body getting suck in, back from the horrible month following the events after my father declared my upcoming nuptials months ago.I shuddered.The terror I felt the moment I knew my family was trading me and my future for their mistakes and the stigma of being guarded twenty-four-seven in fear that I would do something they don't want was overwhelming enoughI'm not a selfish person but at that time I want to be selfish for myself.I don't remember having that defining moment of clarity of my own wants but I remember the night before the wedding when my family was sleeping peacefully in their beds while all the servants were working for the big day. I remember vividly waking up in the middle of the night with no one in sight. Neither guards nor servants were in my room. That simple moment spurred me to peeked through the slits of the door with not a single person in sight.That moment, realizing that no one was wat

 Alaric’s POV After locking the apartment door close we awkwardly stand close to each other, both of us not knowing what to do or make in this situation. To be perfectly honest either I, don’t know what to do or how to justify my weird behaviors, all I know is I want to be close to her, to protect her, and to shield her from things that terrify her.I am still in the trance of conflicting thoughts when my phone started ringing. My brows furrowed in confusion at the caller ID flashing on my phone.Then, she awkwardly clears her throat, getting my attention. “I…Uhm…should go to my room. Excuse me.” Then she runs out of my sight.I sighed.I sigh for all the things warring inside me. Hunting my family's murderer had been my only goal for the past three years but within a few days, things had been blurry to me. I started to lose track of the things that matter the most to me.I sta

 I remembered falling asleep on Alaric’s chest after fixing me, his arms around my petite body. The lingering feeling of warmth and protection stayed even after he got up, making me giddy. His side of the bed was still warm, it means he just got up and do some errands.Last night I saw another side of Alaric. The way he held me on our date and the way he comforts me, lulling me to sleep.He had said that he found Lena and in the hospital nursing a mild concussion. I felt guilty. I should have been the one in her place, not the other way around. Why can’t they just leave me alone? Why hunt me to the end of the world? Roman doesn’t even love me to begin with.I tentatively touch the wound in my head. It still hurts but it's no longer bleeding. A furrow formed on my brow and slowly peel the band-aid on my finger that I had accidentally cut.It was already healed. It was not supposed to close that fast. Mother had been adamant t

I gasped in surprise. “Roman?”And before I could say another word, Roman yank me into a fierce embrace. I could feel his body shaking as he touches me everywhere like he can't believe I am real. I did not recoil. I did not even push him away. I just let him.I feel like I owe it to him. He may be a murderer but he had never shown me that dark side of him.“Victoria,” he breathes out. I gently pushed him off me while gazing suspiciously at him. “What are you doing here?”He looked at me like I'm retarded. “I've been looking for you,” he pointed out matter of fact.“How did you know I would be here?” Did somehow Alaric figure out my biggest secret? Did he set me up with Roman?“I don't,” and I believe him. There's something about how Roman would talk to me while his eyes were gazing at me intently. Though his candor never stops me from running away I know he doesn't h

After Roman's family-owned the plane landed on the Tierra del Diablo tarmac. A parade of luxury cars parked idly a few meters away from us, awaiting our arrival. While the convoy of security stood in attention, creating a path towards the car we'll be riding back into the palace. As we neared the black SUV, Simon, the head of the team opened the back passenger door for us. “Welcome back Princess Victoria, Master Roman.” He said just as Roman finished helping me buckled up on my seat. I nodded, smiling at the battle-hardened man. His face immediately softened with fatherly affection as he gaze at me. “I hoped your travel had been wonderful Princess.” I grinned at him, “It's worth all the trouble, Simon.” “I'm sure,” he murmured, patting my hand resting on my knee. After a second Roman's arm curled around my shoulder in a possessive manner, drawing me close to his body. I bit my lip not saying anything. I looked up at him only to discove