Chapter 63\u00a0<\/p>\n
DYLAN\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was already dark outside when someone finally knocked on my door. I couldn\u2019t help but smile bitterly at the irony of it. Someone was knocking on my door when I was the one locked inside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was kind of surprised when a middle\u2013aged woman walked into my room. She had a long, beautiful dress, and then she placed it right on top of the bed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGood evening, madam. I\u2019m here to assist you with your preparation,\u201d she greeted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cPreparation? Preparation for what?\u201d I asked in confusion.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMaster is expecting you to join him for dinner.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not joining anyone for dinner. They are holding me here against my will. Are they expecting me to just eat with them and treat them as a friend?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was a misplaced anger towards her, but I couldn\u2019t hold off my emotions anymore. She was probably working for them and has no say in this, and I felt sorry for that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2013I\u2019m sorry. I didn\u2019t mean to be rude,\u201d I apologized.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI completely understand, madam. I\u2019m only following orders,\u201d she replied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWill you get in trouble if I say no?\u201d I asked, just making sure that I\u2019m not causing harm to innocent ones.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI will probably not. But just a word of advice, don\u2019t.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She looks like she was pleading despite her telling me that she will not get in trouble.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I raised my head and looked at her proudly. \u201cTell your master, I\u2019m not going to talk to him until he lets me talk to my husband,\u201d I said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She gave me a long, unreadable look before nodding. There was something heavy in her eyes, like she already knew how this would end.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAs you wish, madam,\u201d she repeated softly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She turned and left the room without another word, the door closing behind her with a quiet click that echoed far too loudly in the silence. I let out a breath I did not realize I was holding and sank onto the edge of the bed, my hands trembling in my lap.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The dress lay there, untouched. Elegant. Expensive. Completely wrong for a woman to be held against her will.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stared at it for a long moment before turning my gaze toward the window. Night had fully settled outside, the grounds swallowed by darkness, the mansion glowing faintly with warm lights that only made everything feel colder. Somewhere beyond these walls, Beckett existed. Somewhere, he was living his life, unaware or maybe very aware of where I was.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And that scared me the most.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Minutes passed. Then more. Time dragged until it felt like it was deliberately testing my patience.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then I heard the footsteps again\u2013slow, steady, and unhurried. My heart started racing, not out of fear alone, but something stranger. A pull. A quiet sense of familiarity that made no sense at all.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I pressed my palms against my thighs, grounding myself. \u201cGet it together,\u201d I told myself..\u00a0<\/p>\n
10:39 Wed, Jan 7\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 63\u00a0<\/p>\n
The door opened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This time, it wasn\u2019t the woman.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A man stepped inside, tall enough that the room seemed to shrink around him. Broad shoulders, sharp lines, and a Lace so striking it almost felt unreal\u2013like something sculpted rather than born. The kind of beauty that didn\u2019t try to impress, yet commanded attention without effort. For a split second, my breath caught, and I hated myself for it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t rush. He didn\u2019t smile.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He took in the room calmly, his eyes lingering on the untouched dress on the bed before finally settling on me. When his gaze met mine, something stirred in my chest\u2013recognition without memory, warmth without reason.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I felt like I\u2019d seen him somewhere.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo,\u201d he said, voice deep and steady.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, what?\u201d I shot back, folding my arms, refusing to let him see how shaken I felt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His lips curved slightly, not quite a smile. \u201cYou wanted to talk to your husband. So here I am.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stared at him for a second before a laugh slipped out\u2013sharp, disbelieving. Then another, louder this time. I shook my head as if that alone could clear the absurdity of it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou got me there,\u201d I said, still laughing. \u201cYou really do have a sense of humor, mister. But enough of the jokes.\u201d My laughter faded, replaced by steel. \u201cCall my husband. Now. And let me go.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t react the way I expected. No anger. No mockery. Just patience.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI am your husband,\u201d he said quietly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The words landed wrong. Too calm. Too certain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I scoffed again, though my chest tightened. \u201cRight. And I\u2019m supposed to believe that?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to,\u201d he replied. \u201cBut it doesn\u2019t erase the fact that you are indeed mine.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIn your dreams. I don\u2019t even know you, mister.\u201d I snapped. \u201cMy husband is Beckett.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the sound of that name, his eyes immediately turned so dark that it sent shivers down\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWas that the lies he told you about?\u201d he asked in a cold tone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
my\u00a0<\/p>\n
spine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I took a step back, my pulse pounding in my ears. \u201cStop. Just stop this. You think confusing me will make me cooperate?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d he said softly, almost gently. \u201cI don\u2019t need your cooperation. I\u2019m not letting you go\u2013whether you like it or not.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The words hit me like a slap.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My eyes widened, my breath hitching as disbelief rushed through me. For a moment, I just stared at him, trying to understand how someone could say something so calmly, so confidently, as if he were stating an unchangeable fact.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Does he really think he can lock me up here without consequences?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t do that!\u201d I shouted, my voice echoing against the walls. Anger surged through me, hot and sharp, masking the fear creeping up my spine. \u201cYou have no right. This is illegal! I will scream, I will call the police, I-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He smirked, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Chapter 63\u00a0<\/p>\n
The door opened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This time, it wasn\u2019t the woman.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A man stepped inside, tall enough that the room seemed to shrink around him. Broad shoulders, sharp lines, and a face so striking it almost felt unreal\u2013like something sculpted rather than born. The kind of beauty that didn\u2019t try to impress, yet commanded attention without effort. For a split second, my breath caught, and I hated myself for it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t rush. He didn\u2019t smile.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He took in the room calmly, his eyes lingering on the untouched dress on the bed before finally settling on me. When his gaze met mine, something stirred in my chest\u2013recognition without memory, warmth without reason.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I felt like I\u2019d seen him somewhere.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo,\u201d he said, voice deep and steady.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, what?\u201d I shot back, folding my arms, refusing to let him see how shaken I felt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His lips curved slightly, not quite a smile. \u201cYou wanted to talk to your husband. So here I am.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stared at him for a second before a laugh slipped out\u2013sharp, disbelieving head as if that alone could clear the absurdity of it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then another, louder this time. I shook my\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou got me there,\u201d I said, still laughing. \u201cYou really do have a sense of humor, mister. But enough of the jokes.\u201d My laughter faded, replaced by steel. \u201cCall my husband. Now. And let me go.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t react the way I expected. No anger. No mockery. Just patience.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI am your husband,\u201d he said quietly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The words landed wrong. Too calm. Too certain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I scoffed again, though my chest tightened. \u201cRight. And I\u2019m supposed to believe\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to,\u201d he replied. \u201cBut it doesn\u2019t erase the fact that you are indeed mine.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIn your dreams. I don\u2019t even know you, mister.\u201d I snapped. \u201cMy husband is Beckett.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the sound of that name, his eyes immediately turned so dark that it sent shivers down my spine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWas that the lies he told you about?\u201d he asked in a cold tone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I took a step back, my pulse pounding in my ears. \u201cStop. Just stop this. You think confusing me will make me cooperate?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d he said softly, almost gently. \u201cI don\u2019t need your cooperation. I\u2019m not letting you go\u2013whether you like it or not.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The words hit me like a slap.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My eyes widened, my breath hitching as disbelief rushed through me. For a moment, I just stared at him, trying to understand how someone could say something so calmly, so confidently, as if he were stating an unchangeable fact.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Does he really think he can lock me up here without consequences?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t do that!\u201d I shouted, my voice echoing against the walls. Anger surged through me, hot and sharp, masking the fear creeping up my spine. \u201cYou have no right. This is illegal! I will scream, I will call the police, I\u2014\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He smirked, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world.\u00a0<\/p>\n
10:39 Wed, Jan 7\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 663\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWatch me,\u201d he replied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That smirk\u2014it wasn\u2019t cruel, but it wasn\u2019t kind either. It was the look of someone who knew he held every card.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I clenched my fists. \u201cYou think money or power makes you untouchable?\u201d I demanded. \u201cPeople will notice I\u2019m gone?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThey already have,\u201d he said calmly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room felt smaller all of a sudden. \u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means,\u201d he continued, stepping closer\u2013not threatening, not rushed-\u201cthat everyone who needs an explanation already has one.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My heart pounded wildly. \u201cY\u2013You\u2019re lying.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He smirked, \u201cAm I?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
That answer unsettled me more than anything else he had said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I swallowed hard. \u201cWhy are you doing this to me?\u201d My voice cracked despite my effort. \u201cWhy me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His expression shifted then. The smug certainty faded, replaced by something deeper\u2013something raw and unreadable.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you\u2019re already mine,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cYou just don\u2019t remember it yet.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I laughed bitterly, though my chest ached. \u201cYou expect me to believe that?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d he said, meeting my gaze steadily. \u201cBut you don\u2019t have a choice but to stay beside me because there\u2019s no chance I will ever let you go again.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
That familiarity again. That unsettling certainty, like he kn\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI will leave this place,\u201d I said firmly. \u201cOne way or another.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He nodded, almost approving.\u00a0<\/p>\n
parts of me I had never shared.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d he replied. \u201cAnd I like to see you try,\u201d he said before tapping his finger on my nose as he leaned closer, leaving only\u00a0<\/p>\n
a few inches of space between our faces. \u201cNow, be a doll and get ready for dinner,\u201d he commanded.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I clenched my fist as I looked at him sharply. \u201cNo.\u201d I firmly answered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He smirked as his eyes glowed in burning desire. \u201cDo you need my help?\u201d he teased.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My eyes widened in surprise. \u201cYou wouldn\u2019t dare,\u201d I warned him, forcing my chin up even as unease curled in my stomach.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t answer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Instead, the world tilted without warning.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I gasped as my feet left the ground, my body flipping upside down in one swift motion. A startled yelp escaped me as I found myself slung over his shoulder, my protests useless as he carried me towards the huge bathroom like I weighed nothing at all.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cPut me down!\u201d I protested, pounding weakly against his back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He ignored me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Moments later, he set me down beneath the shower, the cool tiles biting against my skin. I immediately wrapped my arms around myself, instinctively trying to shield what little dignity I felt I had left. My heart hammered wildly as I stared up at\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 63\u00a0<\/p>\n
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