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The Crown's Obsession

[Mature content 18+. No rape] "Your bed is cold," spoke a voice in the room that had her eyes go wide in fear. Nervously, she turned around, gulping softly to see a shadow on her bed as if someone laid down there. The man who had been lying down sat up emerging out from the shadows where he had been waiting for her. "What are you doing here?" she asked when his feet touched the ground and he pushed himself up to start walking towards her. His handsome features looked darker than usual because of the lack of light in the room. "I came to meet you," he tilted his head, "Where did you go?" "I went out for a walk," came the quick reply that had him smile, a smile that scared her the most. She took a step back when he came close to her. It didn't stop him from cornering her, and her back hit the wall behind her. He raised his hand towards her face, and she closed her eyes, scared. She shuddered when his fingers trail down from her temple and her jaw and neck. Her blonde hair was left open. "In the middle of the night?" she didn't answer him knowing he could decipher her lies through her words. He stepped closer that had her turn her face away from him and his words vibrated on the skin of her neck, "Did you go to meet him, my sweet girl?"

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The night to let go- Part 2

Calhoun didn't want to ask Vladimir on what he just saw and heard. Turning his back, he started to make his way inside the mansion. Vladimir, who spared a few more seconds to look at the lady, turned around to follow his grandson. 

"What do you know about that woman?" questioned Vladimir, and Calhoun's eyes that were set ahead moved to the corner, giving Vladimir a look. 

"That she is the head of the High House," came the bland reply from Calhoun before a small smile appeared on his lips. "She's staying in the Cruciferian inn. You can directly ask her." 

Vladimir hummed, "That I will, but she appears to be a little strong headed. Very hard to charm." 

Calhoun shook his head, "When did you both meet?" By the look Helena was giving towards Vladimir, it looked as if she was ready to bury him in a coffin and leave him there for the rest of his life with mud over the coffin.