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you are mine only mine One Question
Chapter 26: One QuestionThe other surprise was up.Literally up — a narrow iron staircase spiraling off the far end of the terrace, one I hadn't noticed until Damien's hand found the small of my back and turned me toward it."Where does this go.""Up," he said. "Obviously."I glared at him. He looked entirely too pleased with himself for a man who'd just put a ring on my hand and called it a Tuesday.The roof of his house wasn't a roof. It was a clearing carved out of stone — flat, wide, bordered by a low wall that kept the rest of the world at a respectful distance. Someone had been up here before us. Thick blankets layered over the stone. Low lanterns, unlit, waiting. A bottle sweating in a silver bucket of ice. No music up here. Just the wind moving low across the ledge and the city glittering far beneath us like something that had nothing to do with either of us anymore.And above it, the sky had been left completely alone.No haze. No glow bouncing back off the clouds. Just blac
you are mine only mine follow the roses
Chapter 25: Follow The RosesThe door opened without knocking.Two maids walked in. A third behind them. Between them — a dress. Red. The kind of red that didn't ask permission.I sat up in bed."Mrs. Rose." The first one smiled. "The boss asked us to get you ready."I looked at the dress. Then at them. "Get me ready for what. Where is he."My phone buzzed on the nightstand.I picked it up.Don't ask too many questions kitten. Get dressed and come down.Heat moved up my neck before I could stop it.I put the phone down."Fine," I said. "Let's go."One hour later I stood in front of the mirror and didn't recognize myself.The dress fit like it was made specifically for this body on this night. Red. Floor length. The kind of cut that was somehow both modest and devastating at the same time. My hair was pinned up with pieces falling loose around my face. The makeup was minimal — just enough to make my eyes look like they meant something.I stood there and stared.Then I walked out.With
you are mine only mine draven
Chapter 24: DravenThe ceiling was familiar.That was the first thing I registered. The particular height of it. The stillness.His room.I turned my head.Damien sat beside the bed. Jacket off. Elbows on his knees. Eyes fixed on my face with something in them I had never seen there before — unguarded, stripped clean of everything he usually kept layered over himself.The moment my eyes opened his hand found my face."Are you hurt." Low. Careful. "Does anything hurt.""I—" I tried to sit up.His hand moved to my shoulder. Gentle but firm."What happened." I pressed my fingers to my temple. "I can't remember. The last thing I remember was the card at breakfast and then—" Nothing. A clean wall where memory should have been. "Nothing.""High fever," he said. "You fainted. That's all."I looked at his face.Something about the way he said it sat slightly wrong. Too smooth. Too ready.I didn't push it."I'm fine," I said."I know." His thumb moved across my cheekbone. "I won't let anything
you are mine only mine photograph
Chapter 23: The PhotographThe mirror told me nothing at first.I stood in front of it and looked. Really looked. Searching for whatever Charles had seen in eleven years of watching us both move through the same house.Just my face. My eyes. My hair.Nothing remarkable.Then I went still.And saw it.The way I was standing — weight slightly forward, head tilted a fraction to the left, every muscle completely motionless while my brain worked.Exactly the way Damien stood.I hadn't learned it from him. I'd known him days.Which meant I came with it.I stepped closer to the glass.Pressed my palm flat against it.The mirror fogged. Not from breath. From my hand. The glass responding to the contact like it recognized it — a perfect fog print spreading from my palm outward.I yanked my hand back.Watched the print fade slowly.Stood there breathing.No.I shook my head. Said it out loud to the empty room.No. I'm exhausted. I haven't slept properly in days. I'm in a strange house with a st
you are mine only mine similar
Chapter 22: SimilarI woke up alone.Again.Except this time the emptiness sat differently. My body felt it before my brain did — that deep settled weight that comes after something that can't be taken back.I stared at the ceiling.Waited for the regret to show up.It didn't.I got up. Showered. Pulled on clothes and came downstairs and found breakfast already on the table, staff moving quietly at the edges of the room like they'd been trained to exist without being noticed.I sat down.And beside my plate — a black card. No name. Just a note in handwriting I already recognized.Spend however you like.I picked it up. Turned it over. Set it back down.Looked around the dining room. The black walls. The high ceilings. The quiet that lived in this house like it belonged here.For the first time since I arrived I didn't feel like a visitor in it.I picked up my coffee.And let my mind go where it had been trying to go since I opened my eyes.His eyes. Fully red. Not a flash — both of th
you are mine only mine hot morning
The first thing Rose noticed when she woke was the emptiness beside her.Damien was gone.She reached over, pressing her palm flat against his side of the bed — still warm. He hadn't been gone long. She exhaled slowly, blinking up at the ceiling, when the bathroom door swung open and he stepped out.Just a towel.Water trailed down the hard planes of his chest, following the cut lines of his abdomen before disappearing beneath the white fabric knotted low at his hips. He ran a hand through his damp hair, unbothered, completely unaware — or pretending to be — of the way Rose had gone utterly still.She couldn't help it. Her eyes moved over him slowly, hungrily, tracing every ridge and curve. She thought about those arms. How they had held her down. How certain they had felt around her body. The memory of the night before rushed back in a wave — the way he had taken her apart, piece by piece, until she had shattered completely — and heat bloomed low in her stomach, spreading fast."Like
you are mine only mine before the storm
Chapter 5: Before The StormThe Albert estate had been taken over.I stood in the middle of the main hall and tried to make myself smaller.Racks of designer clothes lined every hallway. Seamstresses moved through the rooms like they owned them, pins between their teeth, measuring tapes around thei
you are mine only mine the golden cage
Chapter 4: The Golden CageThe older man—who introduced himself as Charles, the head butler—led me up the grand staircase. My wet shoes squeaked against the marble with every step. I was painfully aware of the water dripping from my clothes onto their expensive floor."Your room has been waiting fo
you are mine only mine Albert mansion
Chapter 3: The Albert FamilyI stood there in the rain, water running down my face, my clothes completely soaked through. The four black cars surrounded me like a cage. Their engines were still running, the headlights cutting through the gray storm.Then the doors opened.Three men stepped out.My
you are mine only mine breaking point
Chapter 1: The Breaking PointThe ceramic plate slipped through my wet hands before I could catch it. The sound of it shattering against the marble floor echoed through the entire house like a gunshot.My heart stopped.I didn't even have time to look down at the pieces before the slap came. Hard.
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