** Interrupted by a phone call**

**AUBREY'S POV**

I sobbed, feeling his hands grip my waist, anchoring me in place. His bare fingers slid down, undoing the zipper of my nightgown, letting it fall to the floor beneath me.

I was too terrified to speak, too afraid to do anything that might provoke him. I couldn't let him harm our child.

His lips trailed down my neck, and his hands began to touch me. 

"Ahh..." I gasped, my body stiffening in protest, but the sensation only grew more intense. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the pain. His touch grew rougher, and I could do nothing but tear up as I struggled to stay quiet, desperate to hold back the screams.

"You are mine," he whispered against my lips, his voice dark and commanding. His body moved with relentless urgency, his pace quickening.

"Please don't do this to me... Anyone could walk in," I pleaded, my voice barely a whisper, my mind a whirlwind of panic. His fingers slid to places I couldn't bear. 

I couldn't think. My mind screamed, but my body was paralyzed by fear. I was terrified that Asher would walk in on us-this unholy sight. More than that, I carried a child inside me. 

"Please, Luciano... I'll be obedient. Just... not here. Not at my father's house," I begged, my voice breaking. I felt weak, broken-utterly helpless. Tears filled my eyes, and my chest tightened with grief.

But he didn't listen. He didn't stop. His presence was suffocating. I realized that only I could save myself from this nightmare.

With whatever strength I had left, I shoved him off and tried to run, but I was too slow. He grabbed my wrist, holding me firmly in place. His fingers dug into my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"You are mine, sex doll. Don't ever think about making a foolish decision again," he growled, his grip tightening. His hands moved to claim me, but before he could, I collapsed to my knees, broken and trembling.

"I promise to be your obedient doll... just don't take me here. Not in my father's house," I pleaded again, my voice trembling with desperation.

His gaze softened for a moment, surprise flickering in his eyes. "Are you negotiating with me?" His words were cold, his eyes scanning my body as if to remind me of his control.

"I'm begging," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "I'll be obedient. Please, Luciano."

His smile was cold, devoid of warmth. "Good, doll," he rasped.

With a forceful shove, he pushed me onto the bed. A fresh wave of tears came, my swollen face wet with sorrow.

His gaze flickered over me, lingering on the tears that stained my cheeks. There was something dark in his eyes-resentment, perhaps-but there was also hunger, a dangerous desire that stirred within him, feeding on my vulnerability.

His hands clenched into fists, then relaxed, his tone icy as he spoke.

"I'll take you back soon, sex doll," he murmured, his words heavy with finality as he turned toward the door, leaving me in the hollow silence of my own tears.

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**[Author's POV]**

A man in his late fifties, wearing a berry-colored suit and camel-colored trousers, descended the stairs with a black briefcase in hand.

"Mr. Donald," a woman greeted, taking the briefcase from him. 

He nodded curtly, his eyes flicking to the side, as if lost in thought.

Donald, still holding the briefcase, walked across the living room, his face unreadable but tense with frustration. He glanced briefly at Yvonne, the housekeeper, who stood quietly by the side, waiting for his attention. He was annoyed, but his gaze was sharp as ever.

"Where's Nora?" he asked again, his voice harsh and demanding.

Yvonne, who had been anxiously watching him, cleared her throat before speaking. "I... I'm not sure, sir. She's... out with her friends, I believe."

Donald's expression darkened, irritation flaring. "Let me guess. Out with her gold-digger friends again?"

Yvonne flinched at his words, but she held her ground. "I'm sorry, sir. I tried to teach her better," she said softly, her voice full of regret. 

Donald's eyes narrowed, his displeasure clear. "You're paid to teach her, Madam Yvonne. Not to make excuses. You've failed." His voice lowered, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "She's reckless. And if she doesn't change her ways, she'll ruin everything."

Yvonne's face flushed. She could feel the weight of his gaze piercing through her. She didn't have the words to defend herself. All she could do was nod.

"I'll speak to her when she gets back," Donald continued, his tone colder now. "But make sure she doesn't leave. I'm done with her running wild."

Yvonne nodded quickly, her heart heavy with dread. "Yes, sir. I'll make sure of it."

The tension in the room was palpable as Donald walked toward the dining room. His footsteps echoed, each one a reminder of his power and authority.

Turning to face the other maids, his expression was hard, his eyes dark with warning. "Don't tell her about our conversation. And when she's back, don't let her leave. Do you understand?"

The maids, with their heads lowered, responded in unison, "Yes, sir."

Donald turned and walked out of the room, his presence still hanging in the air long after he was gone. Yvonne stood still, her heart pounding in her chest. The weight of his words settled over her like a heavy cloak.

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**9:00 PM**

"Dad, I'm sorry, but I can't do it," Nora screamed, her voice trembling with defiance as she turned to leave, only to freeze at the sound of her father's voice.

"You won't spend another dime if you don't do as I say," Donald barked, his voice low and menacing.

Nora whirled around, her face a mixture of frustration and stubbornness. Donald's expression remained unreadable, though the anger in his eyes was unmistakable. 

"Why should I do what you want, Dad? I'm your daughter. You can't just force me to marry anyone," she spat, her arms crossed defensively over her chest.

Donald's face darkened. His jaw clenched, a muscle twitching with the intensity of his fury. "You will marry him, Nora. If you want to keep living in luxury, you have no choice. He's a multi-billionaire, and he's perfect for you. You can't always get your way in everything."

Nora's expression faltered, but only for a moment. "But I don't love him, Daddy," she insisted, her voice rising in protest.

Donald shook his head, a cold smile tugging at his lips. He moved forward, grabbing her shoulder and forcing her to face him. His grip was firm, almost painful.

"I know you don't care about love, darling. You care about reputation, about money. And you won't have the freedom to live how you want if you turn this down," he said, his words calculated and final. 

Nora's eyes flickered with doubt. She had always lived for the luxury and status her father's wealth afforded her, but now, something about this marriage felt different. She never cared about love-never thought she would-but now, uncertainty gripped her.

"I love someone else, Daddy," she said quietly, the words heavy in the air. Her eyes welled with unshed tears, and for the first time, she felt conflicted.

Donald's lips curled into a smirk, as if he had been waiting for this moment. "And what if I told you that the man you love... he's not the one for you? What if I told you he's not your 'dream man,' but the man I've chosen for you is?"

Nora's heart pounded in her chest. "Do I even have a choice?" Her voice was sharp with defiance, but there was a tremor beneath it, a crack in her armor.

Donald chuckled darkly, stepping closer to her. "Definitely not, my dear. But believe me, you'll come to enjoy this... parade. It's a parade you can't escape from."

She looked at him, her mind spinning, and she felt a deep, sinking sense of powerlessness. "So, what now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Now," he said, his tone calm but heavy with authority, "you'll accept this marriage. You'll make the best of it. Because you don't have a choice, Nora. I won't let you ruin this opportunity. You'll marry him, and in time, you'll learn to appreciate the life I've chosen for you."

She sto

od frozen, the weight of her father's words sinking in. There was no escape. She had no choice but to obey.

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