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Not just for my freedom, but for my own survival. But before I could put my plan into action, the next day came and Dorian returned. He opened the door and stood in the doorway. Something was profoundly wrong. In one hand, he held my book of witchcraft. In the other, the voodoo doll I had used to enchant him… And at his waist, a gun I had never seen before. “I read your book,” he said, his voice strangely calm, without the usual anger. “Every page. Every spell, every ritual.”

CHAPTER 11 ISABELLE’S POV The house felt lonely and quiet since Rob left for work, so I decided to do some shopping at the mall. Not like I needed anything in particular, just it made me feel happy. It was therapy. I stopped by a Dior store and decided to get my all time favorite. J’adore Eau de parfum. That had been my go to since my stay in Paris. And sadly it was out of stock here. Somehow after that disappointment, I found myself in the lingerie section holding up a black silk slip that looked bonkers on me.

Muttering a thank you to him, she walked away towards the shelves and started with the letter A that was boldly crafted on the shelf. Her hands trailed off the books, making her inhale the musky smell, and she moaned internally at it. “This is heaven.” She told herself before she continued. She wasn’t even done with one shelf yet her eyes and mind has already found a book that they are interested in. Even, if she wants to pick out, she trusts to see more exciting books. “You love it?” Alpha Dorian II asked. He had noticed how she had stayed there, staring at the same book and she didn’t even make any attempt to move away. “It seems nice and the introduction didn’t say much which makes it mor

He opened the door for me and frowned at the phone buzzing in his pocket. "Let's do some shopping baby..."I can't believe he has brought me to shop at the world's most expensive boutique shop, Christian Dior's designer shop.He led me into the intimidating fancy shop and I followed obediently.He seemed weirdly excited about this more than me.The sales associate joined us almost immediately and Drake gave her a quiet dire. "Welcome to Dior's shop, how can I help you?" "We need the most beautiful ball gown dresses, evening dresses inshort all the beautiful dresses you have." Drake beamed looking at me and I couldn't help but smile.

“That’s why you’re here. I've grown past wasting my money on undeserving women.” Undeserving women? Meaning I'm deserving. I tried hard not to smile, so he won't notice my excitement. We got out of the car and entered the wide and exotic-looking boutique. I have only seen these kinds of places on the screen, not in real life. Inside Dior first. “Evening wear,” He told the attendant. “Full range. Show her.” He picked some too. But me? I could barely touch anything. I felt… out of place. Shy. I didn’t even know what to reach for, everything felt too large, too much. I just brushed my hands against the fabrics.

As I moved onto the dress, my hands froze. I had never seen or owned anything so elegant in my life. The underlay was a nude material, and the top layer was a sheer black material. Intricate sparkling black beads and sequence formed swirls, flowers, and a netting pattern. Underneath it was a removable black train made of the softest satin—a big bow, sitting on the back. I thought I couldn't get any more shocked until I realized that there were also shoes at the bottom of the box. A pair of Dior heels sat at the bottom of the box. The material that enclosed my toes was lace-like and held darker dots of black. The straps were a thicker ribbon with the name Dior printed into it, a bow sitting o

"Yes!" "Really?" Dior chuckles wickedly. "Because when I broke into your locker that one time, I read through some of your romance novels, and wow—Patricia, you're a thirsty girl. All the guys were described as ripped, perfect creatures, which makes me believe I might not be that far-off from what you desire." I inwardly scream. "YOU READ THROUGH MY NOVELS?!" I'm seething, convinced there can't be a cockier guy than Dior on the face of the earth. Once more, I face him but then immediately regret it.

Soraya's POV “You… booked the entire boutique? Darius only shrugged. “Of course,” he said softly. “I don't want anyone else seeing you in your dress before I do.” My eyes widened. He what? I turned to looked at the boutique in front of us, its glass doors closed to the outside world. Through the huge windows, I could see a “PRIVATE APPOINTMENT IN PROGRESS” sign already placed outside. Inside, golden lights glowed gently against the marble floor. Rows of gowns sparkled like starlight. And not a single other customer in sight.

Delilah looks at me blankly for a moment, but her eyes changing from ocean blue to baby blue in a single blink betray her calm outer shell, “Dior? Maria? As in Maria Grazia Chiuri? I’m going to get to meet her? In person? When? Today?” “Uh huh. And afterwards, they are closing the storefront downstairs for two hours so we can shop in private. Bronx arranged it for us,” I let my eyes go big and open my mouth wide with exaggerated excitement, hoping she will be excited too. I know it’s her favorite designer. Delilah has the Dior logo as the background on her phone. She also has a handbag and matching pair of heels that she saved up for months to buy.

I’m terrified of what I will see. For a few seconds there is a shocked silence from Rosa’s side. I have never behaved this way before. “Look,” she says. “A really gorgeous black and gold Dior came in yesterday. It’s for a fashion shoot next Monday. It’ll be perfect for you. Want to borrow it?” “Oh, my god, yes,” I sob. By now tears are running down my face. “I’ll come around about six,” she says. “Okay.” “Have you got gold shoes?” “I’ve got black.” “Sandals?”