IT'S 1:05 in the morning. After locking herself up since afternoon, Ara felt hungry. No, she's not hungry just because she felt her stomach ache. It's her putting her fuzzy thoughts into binge eating. She sat open the big refrigerator. It showed her different kinds of food she can eat. Most of them are sweet. She took a liter of triple chocolate ice cream, chocolate bars, and a slice of red velvet cake. She ate them silently at the breakfast bar. Vanluke then appeared behind her. He took the spoon full of ice cream in his mouth that was supposed to be in hers. She stumbled on her seat trying to get away from him. He did not let her, though. He held her balance on the wooden stool. He pressed his waist between her thighs. His arms snaked around her back. Keeping her from escaping. 

It is a cold night. Just like the first time she went out with Vanluke for a walk the surrounding was quite isolating. They shared a breathtaking kiss that almost made her knees give out. Just like that night, she's gasping for air. Except it's not a kiss but because she's running as fast as she can. It made her recall the first time she ran away too. Vanluke was able to catch her. Half unwilling, she shared a forceful but nerve trembling night. They did the deed outdoors with the moon as their witness. Then he carried her from there to the mansion. Again, a passionate union. She thought about her escape thoroughly. Of what the consequences would be if she made him really angry this time. Will he hurt her family? Will he use them as bait to take her back? What possible punishment will he do to her? Would tormenting her physically or psychologically be enough to make her submit?

"WHAT'S going on?" asked Ara, watching Vanluke hurry to put on an ash colored piece suit.   "It's my cousin Tamara. She's gone and I have to find her," he answered, not looking at her. His anger is visible and it reminded her that this man's job is no joke.   "You're leaving?" She covered her body with the comforter. Clasping it hard. Her chest throb. "No, don't leave me here." It's not that she's afraid he's never going back. Something tells her there's going to be an unexpected thing to happen to either of them.   Vanluke took the rounding of her eyes as her romantic expression of affection. He quickly

WARNING: Violence described in this chapter is not suitable for younger than 18 THEY say that the beginning of the world is when God created everything in six days and He rested on the seventh day to see his making. But Ara's life started when she was born between a loving husband and wife. She had two doring boys she'd call real brothers. She had a best friend that she can share everything with. She had a stable job. Now she's merely loving her life doing what she loves. Yet blissful fate brought a dangerous man into her life. Everything changed. Ara, deeply in thought notices nothing of the commotion happening outside the hotel room to where Vanluke left her in promise he's return as soon as possible and continue to change her normal life into a world filled with dangers she hasn't known yet. U

VANLUKE, after exactly twelve days, finally had a clear location of the love of his life. For the past week he denied himself proper self-care. He spent his days terrorizing every illegal business he deemed at the fault of Ara's disappearance. Alyona never confessed where she had ordered her hitmen to take Ara. Despite spilling she did plan everything from helping Yulia get close to Tamara by letting him sneak in and out of the Kromatova manor. Vanluke kept her locked away in a place only few know. Because of this days of the war began in Ara's absence. Vanluke declared war against the Vinogradov, spared no one at all. Death has fallen upon the main family, leaving Alyona with a promise to suffer alive she'd wish he should kill her instead. Death after death he made new enemies. He will not stop until his thirst for blood is quenched