Stealing Her
I stumbled over my own feet as he shoved me through the doorway, barely catching myself before I hit the polished marble floor. A gasped escaped my mouth as I straightened up, eyes wide as they scanned the unfamiliar surroundings.
Or should I say - a mansion, everything about it screamed wealth, power and danger.
I blinked rapidly, trying to push back those tears, smearing them away with my shoulder because my hands were bound tightly in front of me. The ropes bit into my skin, a cruel reminder that this wasn’t a nightmare.
It was my new reality.
“Welcome to my world, princess,” he said, voice like velvet over broken glass.
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Lewis.
The name alone makes my stomach churn. The man I once thought I loved. The one who walked into my life with a smile, too perfect and eyes too deceptive.
At first, he was everything I ever wanted.
Until he became everything I feared.
He didn’t just hurt me, he broke me.
And just when I thought there was no way out of his twisted love, his brother appeared.
Like a storm.
I thought I saw a savior in him.
But I couldn’t have been more wrong.
I never sought his attention. I never wanted his eyes on me. But he gave it anyway unrelenting, consuming, obsessive.
He didn’t offer me freedom from Lewis.
He offered me a different kind of captivity.
One laced with soft touches and sharp edges. One that didn’t hurt my skin, but carved into my soul.
He stole my sanity with his silence, my breath with his gaze, and my heart with his wickedness. I was a puppet of two devils - one who broke me openly, and the other who worshipped my broken pieces like treasures he owned.