You stood in front of the upper window, A soft sigh left your lips.

Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a sudden movement.

You watched as a figure from below, The man was tall and dark-haired, yet handsome face

You walked away from the window. He was here to talk to your father, nothing more.

After the meeting, he left, Just before he was fully out of sight, he paused, turning his gaze back towards the upper window where he had seen you earlier.

For some reason, he couldn't tear his eyes away from that spot. He stood there staring up at the second floor window where you had been standing. A strange feeling he couldn't quite describe.

For weeks, he had been consumed with thoughts of you. your face haunted his dreams, and even during the day, he found it difficult to concentrate on work. As he stood looking over the city from his office, he knew something had to be done.

Finally, he had come up with the perfect plan to get what he desired.

In his mind, you belonged to him now, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make you his.

the night come. He and his men made way towards your estate as stealthily as possible.

Zacharous and his men silently broke into the house. They moved quickly and quietly, making their way towards your bedroom.

He placed a handkerchief soaked in a mild sedative over your nose and mouth to ensure you wouldn't struggle. You slowly drifted off into unconsciousness, making it easy for him to lift you into his arms.

They exited the house, quickly disappearing into the shadows of the night. They took you to a car before finally driving away.

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You slowly opened your eyes, blinking as you were lying on top of soft bed.

Then, the door to the room opened, he stepped inside. He shut the door behind him, He studied you for a moment, his gaze intense.

his eyes flicked over your form, taking in the sight of you. He leaned in closer, his eyes darkened with desire.

"You're finally awake, I see," he murmured, a smirk dancing across his lips.