The Trapped Mate

, I felt incredibly nervous and fright

l like a rich prostitute. Some fancy cloth that p

in the car? Was he actuall

n tiles. Everything in the room is so white and a little touch of blue. I can't b

so deep hasn't subsided. I never felt so defeated. My life is no longer my own as I will be

al maid will assist you to prepare for dinner tonight..." I sight a young lady walk in with head bowed at that point. "I hav

e just as Lorenzo steps away

said you'll help me prepare for

" I almost scream at her for saying that.

a red dinner dress that catch my attention a

t time today. I fight back my tears as the reality of everything that is happening dawns on me. That I'll soon be t

. The dress on the bed have a cup bra so

s. "I'm almost ready, Lily," I say concluding it is L

tely, my breast bouncing with the force, only to see

forget the most sensitive part is still visible to him. I bounce int

r as I slightly bend my head

t now," he scoffs. "What are you even

I stare lightly at those tattoo marks on his chest down to hi

st still feeling exposed. I close m

s away from me. I flinch with a gasp. He pulls out a black velve

cée and my fianc

s narrow and I realize he's boiling up. "I mean-this is too kind," I try t

mistake me for a good man." He grabs my left hand and shoves the ring on my finger. "Now, quick, get ready for dinner. Leo wil

my wavy blonde hair back into a ponytail to reveal the low neckline of the dress which shows enough cl

*

already sitting at the table with another lady I can't remember seeing from anywhere around Lorenzo's house. She's

ays as soon as she sees me.

ou. I'm Mirabel," Mirabel says as she pulls the other vacant seat next to

yes. You already

inks at me and I feel my s

ood things, don't yo

friend," Lorenzo further introduces as t

," I

my eyes to look each of them in the face

she meant staring at me. Staring at me I k

ess they have a death wish," L

re the man but he stands instead, eyeing the male who still

ks calm and collect with his hands politely folded on the table i

bs the man directly on his forehead, the space between his eyes, killing

s skull cracking and the squishing sounds o

kins and wipes his hand of the man's blood. He throws the napkin d

nzo kill him? That he was just s

s if she enjoys Lorenzo's sav

on't tolerate in my restaurant. I do not take k

estau

urge to cry. I'm being called his 'property' ag

ick red liquid and I shudder. I know for a fact that I'll