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Cynthia woke to the soft murmuring of voices downstairs, drifting through the quiet calm of the lake house like a warm tide. For a moment she didn’t move. She simply lay there, curled beneath the light blanket, listening to the gentle hum of conversation and the distant clatter of cutlery in the kitchen. It felt unreal. Too peaceful. Too safe. For the first time since the kidnapping, she wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t tied to a chair or trapped in darkness. She was in her own space. Her own home. Her lungs filled with a slow breath and she exhaled shakily, still overwhelmed by the fact that she was alive and free.Her fingers traced the sheet beneath her, grounding herself, and her heart softened as her gaze lifted to the open doorway. She could hear the lakeside birds chirping outside, the familiar breeze slipping through the window she must have forgotten to close. For a moment, she wondered how long she’d been sleeping. Hours? A day? Everything felt like a blur, like her mind hadn’t ful

Cynthia woke to the muted hum of early sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains, soft golden rays stretching across the room like warm fingertips. For a moment, she lay still, unsure if her body would let her move, unsure if what happened last night was just a dream. Her legs felt heavy, her muscles a little tender, but her heart… her heart felt light in a way she had never known.Then she felt it the steady rhythm of a heartbeat beneath her ear.Xavier’s.He was lying slightly on his back, one arm around her shoulders as if guarding her even in sleep, his breathing deep and calm. His skin smelled faintly of ocean salt and the subtle cologne he wore, the one she always associated with safety. Cynthia blinked up slowly, her head lifting just enough to see his face.He looked peaceful. Softer. Younger. Almost boyish.Her lips curved involuntarily.Last night hadn’t been a dream.She brushed a finger lightly against his chest, tracing the faint line of a scar she didn’t even remembe

Cynthia woke slowly, drifting out of a warm sleep as sunlight pressed gently against her eyelids. Her body felt relaxed in a way she could not describe, as though every bone had slipped into the perfect place overnight. For the first time in days, there was no fear, no anxiety in her chest. Only peace. Only the feeling of home.She stretched her legs beneath the soft sheets, her toes brushing against the cool end of the duvet. She shifted slightly and that was when she felt it. Something cold. Something small. Something resting right above her hips.Her eyes fluttered open.At first she thought maybe it was the bedsheet folded strangely against her skin. But no. This was different. Solid. Smooth. Almost like… jewelry.Curiosity pricked through her sleepiness. She slowly lifted the sheet, letting it fall back softly around her thighs. There, wrapped neatly around her waist, gleaming faintly against her skin, was a thin golden waist chain.Her heart skipped.It was delicate, elegant, an

The flight to Paris felt different from every other journey Cynthia had ever taken. Maybe it was the soft hum of the jet engines or the way Xavier’s hand stayed laced with hers throughout the long hours in the air. Maybe it was the warmth still lingering in her body from their first night together, a memory so new and delicate that she held it close like a secret flower blooming inside her chest.Whatever it was, she felt safe. Warm. Wanted in a way that wrapped around her heart like silk.They were seated in the private section of the plane, one of those luxurious suites that made her feel like she was floating inside a dream. The lights were dimmed, casting a golden glow across Xavier’s features as he read a document from his tablet. Every now and then he would glance at her, his lips softening into that quiet smile he reserved only for her.He looked like everything she would ever need.Cynthia leaned her head on his shoulder, breathing him in. The scent of his cologne mixed with t

Cynthia woke up to the soft glow of Parisian morning light spilling through the curtains. The sunlight looked different here, softer somehow, like it had its own kind of romance. She stretched slowly, her mind still replaying the events of the previous night, the way Xavier had slipped his hand around her waist as they walked through the city, the way her heart kept doing that flutter she could no longer pretend not to feel.She rolled onto her side and her lips tugged into a smile. Xavier was already awake, seated by the small balcony window, reading something on his tablet. He had on a white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, exposing his tan arms. How he managed to look like he belonged in every country they visited, Cynthia couldn’t understand.He felt her gaze before she spoke and looked up, the softest smile touching his lips. Good morning princess he said gently, his voice a quiet murmur that somehow still managed to fill the whole room.Good morning she whispered back, rubbi