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THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME 
A Darkly Romantic Tale of Obsession, Forbidden Longing, and a Love That Won’t Be Ignored

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"I was supposed to hate him.
Then he stole me."

Sarah Jane, a quiet 17-year-old with a heart too tender for her own good, never asked for the attention of Andrew Knight—the ruthless, coldly beautiful CEO of AK Corporation. She certainly never expected to be dragged into his world, forced to live under his roof, or subjected to his unnerving gaze that seems to strip her soul bare.

But Andrew Knight doesn’t ask. He takes.

After a chance encounter awakens a long-buried obsession, Andrew whisks Sarah away to his gilded mansion, claiming her as his own. Yet this is no fairy tale—this is a war.

He replaces her old things with expensive replicas—identical, but better.

He watches her sleep, tucking her in with hands that could crush empires.

He memorizes her sighs, counts her blushes, and hates how much he craves her fear.


And Sarah? She should resist. But the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it becomes to deny the truth:

Andrew Knight didn’t just steal her freedom.
He stole the broken pieces of her heart—and refuses to give them back.


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WHY IT WORKS:

 “HE NOTICED HER FOUR YEARS AGO.”
(Flashbacks reveal Andrew has been watching since her school speech. That photo in his drawer? Just the beginning.)

“SHE LEFT HER DOOR UNLOCKED ON PURPOSE.”
(And he knows it. The midnight temple kiss? Neither of them will admit it happened.)

 “THE COCKROACH SCENE.”
(A bug makes him yank her into his chest. His heartbeat? Faster than hers.)

 “SAM, THE ULTIMATE CHAOS GREMLIN.”
(“Andrew, if you keep glaring at her, she’ll think you hate her.”
Andrew: “Good.” —Lies. Lies everywhere.)

 “THE ‘ONLY YOU’ WHISPER IN THE MAYBACH.”
(His car. His rules. Her in the passenger seat. No one else.)


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TROPES YOU’LL DEVOUR:

"Touch Her and You Die" Energy 

Forced Proximity (One mansion. Two stubborn hearts.)

"Who Hurt You?" Backstories

Slow Burn (So slow it burns the house down)

Possessive AF CEO (“Look at me, Sarah. Only me.”)



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FINAL HOOK:

"He was supposed to be her prison.
Instead, he became her addiction."


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 READ IF YOU DARE:

You love morally grey men who loathe their own weakness.

You live for heroines who are soft but never weak.

You need a slow burn that hurts so good.



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 WARNING:
This story contains:

Unresolved sexual tension (So much glaring.)

A CEO who doesn’t know how to relax (But tries for her.)

Sam. (Just… Sam.)



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THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME
(Because love isn’t given. It’s claimed.)

THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME

ACT 6, SCENE 5: TRAPPED TOGETHER (PART 1)

Sam's voice echoed closer—"Are they two upstairs? I bet they are..."

Andrew snapped. "Five seconds, Sarah. Hide or be seen."

Without a thought, Sarah grabbed his tie and yanked him behind the bathroom door, slamming it shut. Then, retreating to her room, she froze. No time. No plan.

Meanwhile, Sam stood just outside her bedroom. His hand hovered over the doorknob, voice growing louder. Sarah, flustered but determined, whispered to herself, "Okay Sarah... you can do this."

Just when Sam twisted the knob—click. The bathroom door creaked open. Andrew's hand shot out, gripped Sarah's wrist, and pulled her in. The door shut behind them.

Sarah gasped. Wide-eyed. Speechless.

Her back hit the door. Andrew stepped closer, one hand flat beside her head, caging her in. His face dipped to her level, eyes locked with hers. That smirk. That lift of his brow.

His breath warmed her cheek. Her heart pounded so loud she was sure he heard it.

"He's Sam. I've known him for years," Andrew whispered. "You can't fool him. He sniffs out lies like a bloodhound."

Sarah blinked. He's so close… why is my heart jumping like this? Her throat dried. Her body froze.

Outside, Sam's voice boomed: "Saraaah—Andreww! Where are you both? I know you're hiding!"

He stepped inside her room, hands in his pockets like he owned the place.

Inside the bathroom, Sarah whispered, "Now what? What if he finds out?"

Andrew just chuckled and stepped back.

Sam's voice continued, playful and smug, "Sarah... Andreww~" he sing-songed.

Then flopped on her bed. "Fine, I'm waiting here 'til you both come out."

Sarah blurted from inside, "Andrew isn't here! He's... swimming!"

Andrew chuckled, leaning against the sink. "Terrible liar."

Sam called, "Oh really? Then why's his coat on your armchair?"

Sarah squeaked, "He might have forgotten it?"

Andrew casually pulled out his phone, typing: Lian. Handle Sam. Now.

He slipped the phone back into his pocket. "See? Easy."

Sarah exhaled, finally. Andrew watched her—this version of her. Not scared. Not crying. Just... her.

But before the relief could settle—a cockroach skittered near her foot.

Teaser for Part 2 – "How Close is Too Close?"

> Trapped. Breathless. One heartbeat away from crossing the line.

> He caged her like a storm waiting to crack.

Her fingers clutched his shirt. His breath ghosted her lips.

Her face slammed into his chest. His scent, heat, heartbeat—all around her.

> "You wanted to accompany that little creature?"

His voice—smooth, teasing, and too close.

> Outside, Sam grinned like the devil. Inside, Andrew burned like one.

> But if this is how she reacts now…

What will she do when he stops holding back?

Trapped Together close too close