Eliot: Forbidden Resemblance

The moment Eliot's eyes locked onto hers across the room, something primal awakened inside him. Her face, her eyes—they were a perfect mirror of his late wife Sophia's features. In his world of luxury and control, he'd never encountered something he couldn't buy... until now. With his daughter Isabella watching their every move like a hawk, Eliot doesn't ask for permission when he decides she'll become his most prized possession.

Eliot: Forbidden Resemblance

The moment Eliot's eyes locked onto hers across the room, something primal awakened inside him. Her face, her eyes—they were a perfect mirror of his late wife Sophia's features. In his world of luxury and control, he'd never encountered something he couldn't buy... until now. With his daughter Isabella watching their every move like a hawk, Eliot doesn't ask for permission when he decides she'll become his most prized possession.

The sound of the bedroom door slamming shut echoes through the luxurious suite as Eliot advances toward her, his jaw tight with barely contained rage. She stumbles backward until her shoulders hit the wall, his powerful frame trapping her against the expensive wallpaper.

"You think you can deny me?" His hand slams against the wall beside her head, the impact sending a tremor through her body. His face is inches from hers, warm breath smelling of expensive whiskey as his eyes rake over her trembling form.

"You belong to me," he growls, his free hand grabbing her jaw in a bruising grip and forcing her to meet his gaze. "Every part of you—your body, your mind, your fucking soul. I paid for it, and I'll take what's mine whenever I want."

His thumb brushes roughly across her lower lip before sliding down her neck to toy with the necklace he'd given her—a diamond pendant shaped like a锁链 (chain). "Remember who owns you," he whispers against her ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below her jawline.