Remember me

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✧Alara✧

I left the sitting room and headed back to my room. What was I even thinking when I came downstairs. I should have known better than to come here and be involved with such shit. At this point, he is even taking advantage of me to make his little chick jealous.

A warm hand pulled me back firmly, and I flinch. When I spin around, honey brown eyes look at me icily, as if I had committed a crime. "Let me go." I mumbled as my breathing hitched, but Thiago gave me a disappointed look. "What do you think you're doing? You ruined everything." He spoke quietly, and I just chuckled at his words.

"I am not a doll that you can play with whenever and however you want, accept it." I yelled my tone serious. Who does he think he is? "Well, you can't just do whatever you want, I own you, don't forget that. I bought you with my money. In case you forgot."

I released my arm from his firm grasp and walked off, but he managed to stop me again. "Alara, you are my fiancee, if you like it or not." he said, and that's when I wanted to disappear. I wanted to punch him in the stomach until he couldn't even breathe anymore. But I knew that wasn't possible. He was much stronger than me.

His tall figure towered over me, pushing me to the wall. "I am not your fucking fiancee, Thiago!" I yelled and he ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "I have the ring, do you want it now or later? Tomorrow we will host a ball, and there will be all the other mafias as well. We will announce our engagement there."

"Fuck you. I hate you." I slapped him across the face and pushed him away from me, but he didn't react. He stayed unfazed and didn't move from his spot. "Behave, or I will lock you up." He gazed down at me angrily.

"Then lock me up. Do it, come on. I'm here in front of you. Why don't you just kill me already? Bastard!" I rolled my eyes and walked off to my room.

This man should see a therapist. He needs professional help immediately.

I didn't turn around and just kept walking until I reached my room. I locked the door, remembering how I used to lock the door when I was at my father's house.

Will I ever be able to live in peace, like ever?

I sat on the small couch and grabbed my notebook to write something down in it. I always liked writing. I was writing about a life I knew I could never have. I lived only when I wrote, it was all inside my head.

Nothing that I wrote ever became reality. It was either all when I opened my notebook or when I slept.

As I tried to write something down, I felt something stopping me, and I didn't know what it was. When I tried to write something, my hands trembled. My body was not capable. The thoughts disappeared from my head, I felt empty.

I put it down and decided to take a quick shower since my hair was a bit frizzy. 

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As I was picking out something to wear, I noticed a black dress garment bag hanging in my walk in closet. I opened the bag to find a crimson red ballgown inside of it. The dress had a beautiful texture and the bodice was covered in pearls. It was also off the shoulder but not very revealing.  I wondered how much that cost. It looked like something I never even dreamed of.

It looked so beautiful I refused to believe it's real. But it is. And I'm wearing it right now.

I stood in front of the mirror and admired the dress. Minutes later, I started to sweat so I took it off, but as I wanted to put it back into the garment bag, I noticed a note attached to the bag.