Elena's screams echoed violently down the corridor.
Her voice was hoarse and raw, her throat burning.
"No! Let me go! Let me go!"
Her fingernails clawed at Noah's wrist, desperately trying to free herself.
But he didn't stop.
Didn't flinch.
Didn't even look at her.
His grip was iron-tight, unyielding.
His expression was ice-cold, devoid of any warmth.
Her feet dragged against the marble floor, but he didn't slow down.
He pulled her with ruthless determination, his strides swift and unwavering.
Tears blurred Elena's vision, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Please! Let me go! He's dying! I need to be with him!"
Her voice cracked violently, trembling with desperation.
But Noah's eyes remained cold, lifeless.
Merciless.
He didn't even glance at her.
Didn't acknowledge her pleas or her pain.
And that—
That ripped her apart.
Her chest tightened painfully, and she lashed out violently, her fists pounding against his arm.
"I hate you! Do you hear me? I hate you!"
Her voice broke violently, trembling with rage.
But he didn't stop.
Didn't loosen his grip.
Instead—
He shoved open a heavy wooden door, dragging her inside.
The moment they were in—
The door slammed shut behind them, sealing her inside.
Elena's chest heaved violently, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.
She staggered back, her eyes wide with disbelief.
The room was dark and suffocating, illuminated only by the faint glow of a dim chandelier.
The walls were lined with dark wood, and the only furniture was a large four-poster bed and a worn-out armchair by the window.
Her voice shook violently, barely above a whisper.
"Why are you doing this?"
Noah's cold eyes slowly turned toward her.
The darkness in them was merciless, unrelenting.
"Because you're mine."
His voice was low and lethal, devoid of any emotion.
Her breath caught sharply, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"Yours?"
Her voice was hoarse, trembling with fury.
"I'm not yours, Noah! You don't own me! You never did!"
But before she could take a step back, he was already in front of her.
So close.
Too close.
His fingers suddenly curled around her jaw, his grip firm but not bruising.
His eyes burned into hers, cold and merciless.
"Say it again."
His voice was low and deadly, barely a whisper.
"Tell me you're not mine."
Her breath hitched sharply, her hands trembling violently.
But she didn't back down.
Didn't look away.
Her eyes hardened, filled with defiance.
"I'm not yours."
Her voice was steady, unyielding.
For a brief second—
Something flickered in his eyes.
Something dark.
Something dangerous.
And then—
He suddenly slammed his lips against hers.
Elena's eyes widened violently, her breath catching sharply.
The kiss was brutal, punishing.
Not tender.
Not gentle.
Just raw, destructive hunger.
Her hands pushed against his chest, but he didn't release her.
Didn't give her a chance to pull away.
He cupped the back of her head, holding her firmly in place.
His lips moved fiercely, his desperation bordering on madness.
Her fingers balled into fists, pounding against him.
But he didn't stop.
Didn't let go.
And then—
Without warning—
She bit down on his lower lip, hard.
The metallic tang of blood flooded her mouth.
Noah suddenly jerked back, his breath ragged.
His eyes blazed with fury, dark and livid.
For a brief second—
The room was filled with nothing but their harsh breathing.
Elena's chest heaved violently, her lips swollen and trembling.
Her eyes were wild, burning with defiance.
"Don't you ever touch me again."
Her voice was hoarse and venomous, trembling with fury.
Noah's jaw clenched tightly, his eyes darkening with rage.
And then—
Without a word—
He suddenly turned and stormed toward the door.
Elena's breath caught sharply, her chest tightening.
She stumbled forward, her voice breaking.
"Wait! Where are you going?"
But he didn't stop.
Didn't look back.
Didn't say a word.
He simply walked out.
And the door slammed shut behind him, sealing her inside.
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Hours Passed…
The room was suffocatingly quiet, except for the faint ticking of the wall clock.
Elena sat on the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees.
Her chest ached, her throat raw from screaming.
Her eyes were bloodshot, swollen from crying.
Her fingers trembled violently against the fabric of her dress.
She didn't know how long she sat there.
Minutes.
Hours.
Maybe longer.
And then—
She heard it.
The soft creak of the door slowly opening.
Her head snapped toward the entrance, her breath catching sharply.
And when she saw who it was—
Her blood turned ice-cold.
Noah.
Again.
But this time—
His eyes were darker, more menacing.
More dangerous.
And in his hand—
He held a bottle of whiskey, half-empty.
Her breath hitched sharply, her chest tightening.
"Are you drunk?"
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
But he didn't answer.
Didn't speak.
He simply stalked toward her, his movements slow and predatory.
Elena's heart slammed violently against her chest.
Her legs trembled, her throat tightening.
"Noah… don't. Please."
Her voice was barely audible, trembling violently.
But he didn't stop.
Didn't slow down.
And when he finally stood in front of her—
He slowly crouched down, his face only inches from hers.
His fingers curled around her chin, tilting her face upward.
And then—
He whispered darkly, his voice hoarse and broken.
"You drive me insane."
Her breath caught violently, her hands trembling.
His lips brushed against her jaw, lingering dangerously close.
His warm breath fanned against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
And when he finally pulled back slightly—
His dark, tortured eyes burned into hers.
"I don't care if you hate me."
His voice was low and raw, trembling faintly.
"You'll still be mine."
Her chest tightened violently, and she felt her breath hitch sharply.
And this time—
When he captured her lips in his, she didn't fight.
Didn't push him away.
She was too exhausted.
Too broken.
And somehow—
That made it even more devastating.
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See you in next chapter.....