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My heart was pounding in my ears as the doors of the car opened and he pressed the button for the basement. “But how?” I asked, confused and surprised and angry. “You have the emotional stability of a rock!” He deadpanned. “Thanks.” I shook my head and paced around the tiny elevator. “I don’t understand. What’s happening?” “I broke a rule, Summer.” “What?” I snapped at him. “What rule?” “I told you not to fall in love with me, but I broke it.” He stepped close, and I had nowhere to escape. “I’m sorry for breaking a rule and falling in love with you.”

The duct tape embedded on my lips tasted bitter. The glass windows left no option for ventilation, forming sweat droplets that glued my messed hair strands into my sweaty cheek. He leaned closer and kneeled. Without saying a word, he untied only my hands' ropes, leaving my feet glued to the chair sticks. He then grabbed the silver tape without a single stutter, which burned my lips. "Listen, we will play by my rules here," he said with an unclear voice through the mask. "What do you want?!" "Rule number one, I am the only one who can speak."

VANESSA I’m a summer girl. While I appreciate that we get the full range of seasons here in Colorado, summer is my absolute favorite; long days filled with soaking up the heat of the sun, deepening my tan, and spending as much time outdoors as possible. Not even my favorite season can lift me out of this funk, though. Summer is at its peak, and I haven’t set foot outside of the packhouse in days. I’ve been avoiding the outside world, drowning myself in my own sorrow and Vienna’s experimental cocktails, always delivered with a kind word and a smile.

Meeting his gaze, I said, enunciating every word, “But even if I knew, what difference would it make? Do you think I’d care about your regrets? This time, I’m the one who won. And you? You’re the one rotting in hell. “Alec Rivers, this is exactly what you deserve.” … Winter came early that year. By the time I left, the sky outside had already turned dark. Zoe called to tell me she’d be heading abroad after the New Year to start a new experiment at a research institute. I agreed and wished her all the best. After the call ended, a message popped up on my messenger from Rachel, saying she was already seated at the restaurant and told me to hurry over to settle the bill.

With sexual violence and abuse triggers, it is for above 18 and especially for the readers who think that they can handle such a story. Disclaimer No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission of the author. His Broken Princess © A. Gupta 2021.All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events andincidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living

“You haven’t answered any of my questions, Dani.” “I’ve answered your questions.” He shook his head and looked down at his notebook. “So far, you have answered three questions and they all revolve around your birth. Come on. Give me something to write about. Tell me about growing up. What’s your earliest memory? Tell me about your summers.” “My summers were pretty boring. I mostly hung out around the lake and helped my grandfather keep up with the house.” Hs face stiffened and his eyes filled with sorrow. It was the first time in a long time Lucas didn’t look like a complete asshole.

when I can not sleep. But this feels like winning. This feels like a man in scrubs, in a hallway, in a hospital, bumping my shoulder, in the small, specific, very specific way that is the entire thing. I think: Discreet is going to be the hardest rule we have ever broken. I think: we are going to break it constantly. I think: I am going to be a person who breaks rules. I am going to be a person who breaks rules with this man.

He grumbles, running a hand through his already messy hair. "You will do as I say, Summer. Stay clear, and I will let you see another sunrise. "I don't promise that, but I will try not to kill you till you get your butt back to your parents' house. Do you understand me?" I swallow, nodding my head like I do. But I know fully well I don't play by the rules. He doesn't know the real version of Summer that I hide. "Very well. Then the last one. "Rule number five: I don't want people I don't know in my house. If you want to see them, take it outside my hotel. And if you get lost, you're on your own.

After eating dinner, Summer went to James' study to look for him. As usual, he was working, staring at his computer. It was as if he were isolated from the outside world whenever he did something with full concentration. Summer approached James carefully while observing his study. It was simply decorated, except for a shelf filled with old books that had been flipped through many times before. After scrutinizing the books, Summer realized that their titles were very interesting. They included books named, "Psychoanalysis", "The History of Eurania", and "Official Guide to Medicine".