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Bind you in hellbound

[18+] I’m Elena. My mother died when I was 10. After that, my dad married my mom’s friend, who was his secretary too. And now I’m lying on her son’s arm. I never thought he would do it with me. Paul was on me while I was staring out the window of the car. He was quietly sleeping. I was stroking his hair and singing a song that had previously been recited by Mom. Suddenly, the surroundings lit up slowly. It was going to be dawn soon. I put my voice down. He was still clutching me tightly in his sleep. I attempted to loosen his grip. In anguish, I closed my eyes. My lower back and lower body were in excruciating pain. I gently put his head on the seat and smiled at him. I softly called his name, “Paul.” “You know how much I love you." “But now it’s irrelevant to me,” I said as I stroked his hair. “Are you sure you love me?” “Then you gave me the ability to hurt you, too.” I kissed him on the lips right after saying. I got out of the car after giving him my farewell kiss. I didn’t feel any pain. The wound on my back had already turned black and crimson. I made my way to my room. ** Paul Wilson is a boy with paranoid disorder who falls in love with Elena D'souza, who was his childhood friend. But it appears that their fates do not have to be tied together. For various reasons, they begin to break apart. She despises him more than anything else, but Paul desires complete possession of her. Because of his nature, he hurts her, but if someone else harms her, he doesn't hesitate to hurt them as well. Can his paranoid love overcome the barriers and unite them? Can Elena change him for the better? **Stories** *My tempting dummy/ Uncle, love me deeper. *Under the sunshine *Villainess trains her assassin [Weekly Targets 100 power stones= 2 bonus chapters. 200 power stones= 3 bonus chapters. 300 power stones= 4 bonus chapters. 10 Golden Tickets= 2 bonus chapters. 50 Golden Tickets= 4 bonus chapters.]

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~Hellbound~

I looked for Elena, but she was nowhere to be found. The ballroom, once vibrant with the twirl of dancers, felt empty and foreboding as I scanned the crowd. Panic tightened its grip on me, and I abruptly stopped dancing, my mind racing to understand what had transpired.

"Elena!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the music like a desperate plea. The name echoed in the cavernous space, but there was no response. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.

I had a peek around, lowering the volume of the music in my mind as I scanned the room.

"What's the problem, Mr. Derek?" Nikita, a friend from the social circle, approached me with a concerned expression. I turned to her, my frustration evident.

"Where has Elena gone?" I demanded, my voice laced with urgency.

Nikita hesitated before responding, "Perhaps elsewhere, with someone." Her words hung in the air, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.