"Let me go, Brother..."
"No, I won't."
"Please..." Olivia sobbed, trying desperately to break free. But Elijah pinned her against the wall, his grip firm and unyielding.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Brother? Do you still think of me as your brother, Olivia?" his voice dropped, laced with suppressed rage.
Olivia felt her breath hitch. Struggling to compose herself, she stammered, "Whatever you're thinking is wrong. You... you can't do this!"
Elijah let out a dark, mocking laugh. He moved closer until their faces were inches apart. "Wrong? Then tell me—why do you get so angry when I'm with someone else? Why does your breath catch every time I stand before you?"
Olivia trembled violently. "It's nothing! Please, just let me go..."
"You can't run, Olivia," Elijah whispered darkly. "You are mine. This isn't a brother's love; it's something much deeper. Something I will never share with anyone else!"
"Let me go... I have to get ready... my... my wedding..." she managed to say through her fear.
"Your wedding is tomorrow?" Elijah smiled faintly. "Do you really think I would ever let you belong to someone else?"
"This isn't right! Please!"
As Olivia prepared to scream, Elijah pressed a finger firmly against her lips. "Quiet, Princess... tomorrow morning will never come for you."
The Broken Promise
He calmly pulled a phone from his pocket. Olivia's eyes widened—it was her fiancé Liam's number. He dialed, and Liam picked up almost instantly.
"Hello?"
"Liam..." Olivia gasped, her voice trembling.
"Olivia! Why are you crying? Is everything okay?"
Before she could utter another word, Elijah pulled the phone away and spoke into it with a cold, terrifying calm. "Liam, the wedding isn't happening tomorrow. Don't worry about Olivia anymore."
"WHAT?! Who is this?" Liam roared through the receiver.
Elijah smirked. "I am Elijah. Olivia is mine, and she will never be yours."
He ended the call and dropped the phone. It hit the floor with a sharp crack, the screen shattering into a thousand pieces. Olivia began to sob uncontrollably.
"What are you doing? You're ruining my life..."
Elijah stepped closer, a hint of madness in his eyes. "I am your life. No matter how much you try to run, one day you will admit... that you always belonged to me."
The Private Villa
Without warning, he swept her up into his arms. Caught off guard, she instinctively grabbed his neck for balance.
"What are you doing?! Put me down!" she screamed, thrashing her legs, but his hold was like iron.
"After tonight, Olivia... you will be mine alone. No one will touch you, see you, or even be allowed to speak your name."
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"After tonight, you'll be Mrs. Elijah," he said with a devilish smile.
He carried her out of the house unnoticed and placed her in the car. Olivia was still shaking. "Please let me go. This is a crime!"
Elijah sat beside her, watching her trembling form with a cold gaze. "Cry all you want, Princess," he said softly. "Nothing will change. You are mine... learn to accept that truth."
Olivia looked at him with pure hatred. "I will never love you!"
Elijah chuckled. "Love doesn't have to be forced, Olivia. You'll give yourself to me eventually. But first," he gripped her chin, "you need to be punished."
The car pulled up in front of a massive, secluded villa—Elijah's private estate, a place where no outsider could reach. He opened the door and reached for her. "Get out, Olivia."
She looked at him and shook her head defiantly. "I'm not going anywhere with you."
Elijah sighed, then simply picked her up again without a word. He walked into the house, straight to his master bedroom, and locked the door behind them.
"Are you going to keep me a prisoner?" she asked, her voice filled with shock.
Elijah gave a light laugh. "I wouldn't have to imprison you if you didn't try to run. You forced my hand, Princess."
"I will never accept you!"
Elijah walked toward her until he was standing directly over her. "We'll see," he whispered. "We'll see how long you can truly deny me."