Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Captivation Want Nothing But You Chapter 112 by Adolf Dunne 

Awake From A Nightmare

Even the butler, Lukas was shocked by the sight of the man’s eye. He’d seen it on multiple occasions, but the feeling never faded. Lukas didn’t know the actual story about how the man had got the scar. Maria had told him that the man’s enemies had chased him down and cut him, just before she’d saved his life. Lukas didn’t know how true this story actually was. The man was keenly aware that Lukas was staring at him, but he didn’t care.

He completely ignored him and kept looking at Maria. “Rachel is in hospital at the moment. She’s in a coma,” he said calmly. Maria had been busy checking her nail polish, apparently already bored by the conversation. But she stopped when she heard what the man said. “She’s in hospital? What about her baby?

Is her baby alright?” Lukas asked before he could stop himself. “The baby is fine. Rachel just has a concussion,” the man said Lukas’s previously worried expression changed to something a little more unreadable. “Never in my life did I ever think Rachel would really be pregnant…” Maria splayed her hand on her thigh and looked down at her half-finished manicure. Her hair fell forward to cover her face, and her thick eyelashes hid the look in her eyes.

It was nearly impossible to tell what she was thinking After a long while, she said, “I see. You should leave Apliaria these days. I will give you some money.” “Okay,” the man said in a low voice. He pulled his cap back on, adjusting it so it hid his eyes, then he left without another word.

Lukas quickly centered himself and calmed his rapid heartbeat. Once he was sure his emotions were no longer showing on his face, he looked up at Maria and said, “Madame, would you like me to find someone else to keep an eye on her?” Maria said nothing in return and gently swirled the red liquid in the glass, barely even moving her wrist.

Then she touched her lips elegantly to the brim and took a sip. As she tilted her head back to drink, she exposed her smooth, pale neck. It was made even more enticing by the lighting in the room. Lukas couldn’t help but look at it. And he couldn’t help that he was nearly salivating at the sight.

made looked measured, elegant, well thought through and refined. She somehow managed to effortlessly look simultaneously lazy and sexy. It was no surprise the that she’d married into

family, the Kennedy family hadn’t even been considered as one of the upper-class families. It had been quite a shock when Maria, a woman

and lied her way into the position. Lukas had been in Maria’s service for nearly 10 years.

think I asked him to leave Apliaria in the first place? As ridiculous as that bastard is, do you really take him for a fool? Do you really think he’d be satisfied that this was an accident?” She shook her

shut, but her mouth was tipped down in a frown and her forehead was glistening with sweat. She looked like she was having a bad dream. In her dream, Rachel was running down a dark, empty road. There was no one behind her, just the streetlights that seemed to be keeping pace with her. Every time she glanced back, all

she was overwhelmed by the feeling that if she stopped, the blackness would swallow her whole, and then she’d disappear forever. So she kept on running. And running… And

her lip, willing herself to carry on. Her vision was blurred with sweat, and her breathing was coming in great gasps; but still she ran. Suddenly, someone grabbed her arm. Rachel whipped around to stare right into the

running!” the man said coldly, gripping her chin tightly. Rachel gasped in horror. She tried to struggle out his grasp, but it was useless. “If you try and escape, I’ll give your precious little maid to Crown Club

glistening in her eyes as she said, “Miss Bennet…” “Abby!” Rachel screamed. She tried to pull out of Victor’s grip, but he was holding her too tightly. Violent rage boiled through her body at his insolence. She rounded

fully committed to the idea, Victor suddenly pushed her into the middle of the road. A truck’s horn

were almost dead as he said, “Go to hell, Rachel.” Rachel screamed.

words still rung in her ears. So clearly, in fact, that she was having trouble discerning reality from imagination. She spent a few more moments steadying her breathing and