Semua Bab HIS TOY : Bab 11 - Bab 20

DYLAN XAVIER The night was beautiful not that it mattered but that was how anyone would start a story.The night was beautiful.That was exactly what Anastasia would say. She had the most exquisite, and her eyes were as big and brown as a doe. Her neck was mostly graced with nothing except a fine chaplet and an almost invisible cross tattoo on her neck… she was Amelia's mother and my wife at that time.I looked at a picture on my desk, carefully protected by a fine frame. In the photo, her smile reached her eyes as she carried little Amy in her arms. Her lips were pursed on my cheeks and to say the least, I ruined the photo — with my unfazed expression, and steady gaze. I had told her I hated the picture but she insisted we kept it and strangely that was the only material memory I had with me except the case files… . Lucian, my cousin said it was her time and that she signed her own death on a paper, but I could never believe that. Not now, not ever.I remembered the party of

ANNIE The night seemed lively and strangely well lit. “So you're throwing a party for your victory-” I scoffed, my focus on my nicely polished nails. “Talk about what something a devil can do”, I added in a whisper fully aware Dylan heard me. He smirked, touching my lips with the tip of his fingers. “It's going to be a long night sweetheart.”Sweetheart?How could just this word have so much effect on me? I rolled my eyes but the feeling didn't wear off — it stuck to me like a glue.“Can I come? I want to…”“No.”“What?” I asked raising a brow at him. He looked at his Rolex watch and sighed. “I want you to stay in here, milkweed and do whatever you want to do but don't you dare come out”“But Dyl…”“Amy is with Sophia” Dylan Xavier didn't talk too much. No explanation, nothing. Leaving me to wonder why I was still standing, talking with him so casually. “Mr Xavier…”“I prefer you call me daddy”, he teased .“Fuck you,” I cursed, arms under my breast. He said nothing, but tur

ANNIE Two weeks passed, and I hadn't set my eyes on Dylan. It wasn't that he travelled or anything, but we had not crossed paths and I couldn't dare start a conversation with him — he never gave me the chance to. He must be busy.That was what I thought for two weeks. Amy was homeschooling and I sat on the stairs outside drawing imaginary lines on the fine hardwood. To be honest, I never knew I would one day grow so fond of this place that the thought of going back barely crossed my mind, although sometimes I thought… What if? I heard the engine of what was probably a car roar and then came to a stop. People frequented the estate for business, so there was a possibility he wasn't the one. Or perhaps, I cared not.“Angel,” Someone called, making me tilt my head to see Dylan Xavier.This was the first time in two weeks that we had seen each other, and my emotions were getting the best part of me. I jumped on him, not minding if I missed. He had pretty good reflexes. My lips t

ANNIE Amy was doing her french lessons and I sat on the front porch staring at the ‘far beyond’. The sun was out and it made the surroundings a little too dreamy. It's surprising that I had lost all hope of leaving this estate and had given in to fate. Honestly, Xavier's estate was a great place to be and social media could be so cruel. One time around a year or two ago, I had watched the news about the illegal selling of arms to both locals and ones in high society and I had looked up Dylan on the internet, they made him look so evil like a serial killer and an evil but good looking man.“What's my toy thinking?” I looked up, almost surprised.Almost.“Stop sneaking up on me and I told you I'm not your toy. I can be milkweed or whatever”, I said, rolling my eyes. Dylan smirked. “It's been long since I last punished you, Annie”. The way he said my name made my senses alert and the look on his face…a smile that could charm a stone hearted witch yet crush her. I was more scared

ANNIE I know that feeling The one every night where your head hits that hard surface The one you wish every night to die in your sleep Instead of this slow painful torture Maureen. I stared at the note for almost an hour before dropping it on the desk. How did this person know my middle name? Even my best friend Cammie didn't and even if she did, she would still be bawling about how my abduction had stayed for almost half a year and how the police dropped my case because I wasn't so important and…Remember you're a wanted criminal. I sighed picking up the note once more. This wasn't the only one that was sent and it made me more terrified that Amy was in a couple of them. What would that person actually gain from us? And it hit me hard on the head .To destroy Dylan.“Annie!” Amy screamed and I quickly put the notes into the drawer. Faking a smile, I stood up and opened the door. “Hey Amy, do you want ice cream?” I asked and the young girl nodded innocently.She looked so i