"His Obsession, Her Curse"
The Silk Cage
Evelyn woke with a gasp and there is a silence a type of silence which makes her gasp for every breath and she is getting a feeling she is Trapped here.
Her hands clutched the silk sheets as if they might anchor her to reality — but the softness felt like a lie. She sat up slowly, every muscle taut with dread. This wasn’t her apartment. It wasn’t even a hotel.
It was a prison dressed in luxury.
Not the comfortable kind — not the hum of a streetlight or the chirp of birds.
This silence was calculated. Designed.
She was in a room too large to feel safe, too soft to feel real.
She looked around herself and observe the room where is she.
Satin sheets. Marble floors. A chandelier glittered overhead, High ceilings. Velvet curtains. Walls painted in dark tones that were too perfect. No windows. No clock.
Everything screamed luxury… and control.
Just silence.
That’s what struck her the most — the silence. It wasn’t peaceful. It was manufactured. The kind of silence that made her ears ring.
She sat up with a jolt and her eyes scanned the room again. Her clothes were still on. No bruises. No restraints.
But the door…
Locked....
Evelyn Veronica
(Her breath quickened): Okay. Don’t panic. You just need to think.
A knock broke the stillness.
Before she could answer, the door opened. A man entered — tall, lean, black shirt tucked into black slacks. Cold eyes. Controlled movements.
Marcus Blackthorn
(flatly): You're expected downstairs.
Evelyn Veronica
You can expect to go to hell.
Marcus Blackthorn
(smirking): You’ll fit in perfectly here
He glanced at her like he was sizing up a threat.
Marcus Blackthorn
He’s waiting
Evelyn Veronica
(hoarse): Who is?
Evelyn Veronica
Tell him I’m not interested.
Marcus Blackthorn
(Marcus’s smirk was almost invisible): That’s not how this works.
He stepped aside, gesturing to the hallway.
He left the door open.
She hesitated, then followed — not because she trusted him. Not out of obedience — out of necessity. She needed to find Aiden. And escape.
The estate was beautiful. Dark, sprawling, and silent. The kind of place that made you feel watched even when alone. As she was led down a marble staircase, her stomach twisted at the sight of him.
Down the grand staircase, Kael stood at the head of a long dining table.
Black suit. Unmoved. Dangerous.
He didn’t greet her.
Didn’t smile.
Standing at the head of a long table, pouring himself a drink.
He didn’t turn to look at her.
Kael Vasiliev
(quietly): You slept.
Evelyn Veronica
I passed out. There’s a difference.
He turned. Calm. Composed. Eyes sharp.
He simply looked at her like she was something he’d already claimed.
Kael Vasiliev
(quietly): Sit.
Kael Vasiliev
Do you feel hurt?
Kael Vasiliev
Then you’re welcome.
Evelyn Veronica
(cold and horse voice): Where's my brother's?
Kael Vasiliev
“Safe. Alive. Not here.”
Evelyn Veronica
“Bring him here. Let me talk to him.”
Kael Vasiliev
(stepping closer): Somewhere safe. I gave you my word.
Evelyn Veronica
Why should I believe a word that comes from a man who buys women like—
Kael Vasiliev
(cutting in, firm): I didn’t buy you.
He walked to her — slow, measured. Her heartbeat spiked as he came within inches of her.
Kael Vasiliev
I took you from a transaction. There’s a difference.
Evelyn Veronica
Same cage. Different bars.
A flicker of amusement crossed his face.
Kael Vasiliev
I prefer silk.
Evelyn Veronica
Bring my brother here. I want to talk to him
He stepped closer — not fast, but deliberate. Controlled.
Kael Vasiliev
(coldly): Every word from your mouth is a demand. But you are not in a position to demand anything.
Evelyn Veronica
(shaking, furious): You kidnapped me—
Kael Vasiliev
No. I protected you. I removed you from an environment where you were about to be sold to men far worse than me.
Evelyn Veronica
I didn’t ask for protection.
Kael Vasiliev
(Kael’s eyes narrowed): No. But now you have
He gestured to the table.
He gestured to the seat again.
She sat — spine stiff, lips pressed.
He sat across from her.
Silence fell.
Not the awkward kind.
The heavy, dangerous kind.
Kael Vasiliev
I’ll keep you here until I believe your brother has learned his lesson. Until he repays his debt. Until I decide otherwise.
Evelyn Veronica
(hoarse voice): You’re insane, free my brother I want to meet him.
Kael’s gaze burned into her.
No, Evelyn. I’m in control.
The food was untouched.
She stared at it like it might bite her.
Evelyn Veronica
I'm not hungry
Kael Vasiliev
You haven’t eaten in two days.
Evelyn Veronica
(coldly): Maybe I’d rather starve than be your pet.
Eventually, Kael stood and circled to her side. Her body tensed as he stopped behind her, hand ghosting along the back of her chair.
Kael Vasiliev
(low): You can fight me. Scream at me. Curse me. It changes nothing
He leaned down, his breath against her neck.
Kael Vasiliev
(Whispers in her ear): “You’re in my house now.”
The silence between them stretched — sharp, alive.
Kael Vasiliev
(Low): You think you’re still in control. That your choices matter
Evelyn Veronica
You think I’ll beg?
Kael Vasiliev
(Whispering at her ear): Not yet.
She stood so fast her chair scraped across the floor.
Evelyn Veronica
(trembling): Let me go.
Kael Vasiliev
You’re free to walk anywhere inside these walls.
Evelyn Veronica
That’s not freedom.
Kael Vasiliev
(softly, almost… tenderly): You’ll learn to belong here.
Kael Vasiliev
It’s safer than where you were heading.
Her jaw clenched. Her eyes burned.
Evelyn Veronica
I’m not afraid of you.
Kael studied her. Not cruelly. Not angrily.
Almost… intrigued.
Kael Vasiliev
You should be
Evelyn didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
Just swallowed the scream rising in her throat.
She turned and stormed out of the dining room, heart racing. She didn’t know where she was going, but she needed distance. Needed air.
As she turned the corner, she collided with a locked glass door — tall, clear, showing only the walled courtyard beyond. Security cameras blinked from corners.
No exit.
No escape.
Just beauty hiding the bars.
She sank to the floor, legs folding beneath her, and whispered the only name that still gave her hope.
Evelyn Veronica
(softly): Aiden… please don’t be dead.
Somewhere else in the estate, Kael stood before the same camera feed, watching her break.
And he whispered a word that felt more like a curse than a promise.
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