It was a moment I'm sure of that I'll never forget. The way Lady Catherine ran up to him in defense, threwing herself to his majestic bod and crying as if she just got victimized. It was something I am sure that they both share. They are betrothed to one another so I understand how he will not protect me once everything will come to light. “She tried to hurt me!” Lady Catherine told Lord Minir, crying like she’s losing her mind in front of him. “I’ll take care of this matter. For now, it is best for you to go back home, Lady Catherine.” Lady Catherine gasped, “What?!”Lord Minir walked past her. His pace was slow but surely is coming towards me. He held my arm, checking possible bruises and injuries in them. Upon confirming that I wasn’t hurt that bad, he tilted his angle to Lady Catherine, concealing the glare through side-eyeing her. “Your carriage is ready outside. Mona, take her luggages and escort Lady Catherine to her carriage.” Lady Catherine shook her head, scoffing

I turned away, not wanting to see his face as I left. The last thing I need is for him to look at me like I’m an animal who needs to be taught at something. But then he called my name and pulled me back into the room. “What’s wrong? ”I shake my head. It took me too long to realize that I looked like a grumpy kid. “Nothing,” I say.He doesn't leave it alone. In fact, he presses closer to me until our bodies are almost touching and leans against me. “It doesn’t take a genius to tell when you’re lying to me,” he says. I look up at him. The corner of his lips are quirked in a slight smile, but his eyes don’t give anything away. I know he sees right through me.“Fine,” I mutter. I don’t want to talk about it though. "Was it because of what I said?" He says slowly. When I don't answer immediately he sighs and pulls me closer still so that we're both leaning against each other. “Sol?”He nudges my shoulder, trying to get me to acknowledge him. He's looking at me expectantly whe

The luxury in life was never a big deal to me until I came to the mansion of Lord Minir, where I was introduced to all things sparkly , romantic and dark. Looking back at the years I lived when I was in the shelter, I would gross at these expensive things. But now, I'm wearing one of it. Gerber put on the expensive rose oil in my body, making my skin looked healthier and smoother. She also made sure that my scent will always be catchy, heads shall turn when I walk pass them. My hair was in an updo with expensive silver clips around it, forming a flower and leaves combination. She dressed me up in a long, black and red dress. It drops on the ground, covered the point of my black shoes. She, Gerber herself, was wearing a brown dress with the same length as mine. The only difference is my ruffled sleeves and her normal ones. Atlas, on the other hand, looked stunning in her dark emerald dress that glimmers with her silver jewels. We looked like spoiled daughters of arti

I don't understand any words that Lord Minir has spoken. It seems to be quite possessive, something I do not agree with. He's right that at some point, he bought me and he owned my very being. But keeping me away from people who socializes with me are just plainly stupid. Or worse, I don't even know how to describe how much this offends me. I pulled my hand away, trying to break free from the pain of his grip. He turned to me, bloodshot eyes as if I had done a terrible thing. "It hurts..." I croaked, not wanting to let him know that his reaction is hurting me. He sighed, and calmed down. His hot head is still fuming, I know of that as a matter of fact, but I don't intend to make him feel even more upset. It's just not right for me. " Look...""Look, what? You're hurting me with your grip." I moved away. His shoulders fell as if he's slowly making himself look gentle, like a feather that landed on my smooth skin. I gulped as I realized how much he regretted what he just did. I kno

The coldness of his voice made me shiver. His hands travelled on the side of the chair, resting on the space beside my thighs. Lord Minir leaned closer, his face a few inches away from mine, and his breathing felt like frost on a summer day. "Hm, did it hurt? " he asked. "Y-Yes." He smirked, " As it should. Any bite that doesn't come from me will hurt... a lot. " Is that really true? I haven't heard something like that before. Is it because I am his blood slave? "Why?" I hesitated. He looked at me, his eyes were scanning my face from my very lips and back to my eyes. "Well..." He glanced at my lips again. "I am your master. You oblige only to me, darling." Yeah, right. What was I even thinking anyway? That night, I expected for him to want or need me. Instead, he stayed out of our chamber and lit a candle for me to sleep. I expected him to come and comfort my longing soul. But what was I expecting? Why did I even expect? He already told