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.

lady of nearly 50 years old, Maria was still an extremely attractive, charming woman. Every move she 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 the Sullivan family. Even among the younger, fairer ladies she’d stood out as someone interesting and exotic. But just like beautiful flowers, the more beauty it

had married into the Sullivan family, the Kennedy family hadn’t even been considered as one of the upper-class families. It had been quite a

in Maria’s service for nearly 10 years. He knew better than most just how vicious and vindictive this beautiful woman was. Lukas kept taking deep, measured breaths to keep himself calm as

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 head and stood. She didn’t need Lukas to answer. In

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

and then she’d disappear forever. So she kept on running. And running… And running. She started getting

herself to carry on. Her vision was blurred with sweat, and her breathing was coming in great gasps; but still she ran. Suddenly, someone

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

miserable. She looked up from the ground with tears glistening in her eyes as she said, “Miss Bennet…” “Abby!”

suddenly pushed her into the middle of the road. A truck’s horn blared to her right. Rachel whipped her head in the direction of the sound to see there was

were almost dead as he said, “Go to hell, Rachel.” Rachel screamed. She screamed so loudly that she woke herself up from the nightmare. She gasped for breath, straining against the clutches

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 calming herself. Once she was quite certain she was no