I Go from Betrayal to PossessionChapter 1
“Have you tried yourself as I suggested, Nadine?” my lover’s voice was a low, seductive hum, laced with a playful challenge.
We were alone in his room on the second floor, while the ground floor buzzed with the chaotic energy of his usual house party.
The laughter and music below felt like a distant world, one I had no desire to return to.
I nodded, the heat already creeping up my cheeks.
He smiled, a proud gleam in his eyes as he rose from the bed, his gaze never leaving mine. “Can you show me?”
A knot of hesitation twisted in my stomach, but his expectant eyes were hard to refuse.
There was something about the way he looked at me—like I was his entire world. And for that reason alone, I could not disappoint him.
I nodded again, my fingers trembling as I lay back on the bed.
The sheets were cool against my skin, but the chill was quickly overtaken by the fire Raphael had lit within me.
Slowly, my fingers trailed over my body, starting from the delicate curve of my neck down to my core. I shut my eyes, imagining his touch instead of mine, just as he had suggested.
“Good girl,” Raphael whispered, his voice thick with approval. His eyes drank in every move I made, his breathing heavy. “You’re perfect, Nadine. Absolutely perfect.”
I did it because I loved him. I loved this man who watched me with such raw hunger—Raphael Moreau, the son of my family’s bitter rival in Europe.
His family’s influence stretched across the UK like a shadow, while mine ruled over France with prestige and power.
We were not supposed to be together. We were two pieces of different puzzles forced to fit.
But for him, I had given everything. Because he gave me everything, too—just like Romeo to Juliet.
I was the only spare in my family, the one with the freedom to choose her own path.
And I had chosen to study in London, far away from the high expectations and endless scrutiny of my family’s world. I majored in literature because books were my escape.
So, London was where I met Raphael. The man who shattered my quiet world and rebuilt it with the warmth of his smile.
His charm was undeniable, his brilliance well-known across campus. And that handsome man—impossibly perfect—had fallen for me.
“You’re so beautiful, Nadine,” he murmured, his fingers brushing gently against my flushed cheeks. His touch was both tender and possessive. “Absolutely breathtaking.”