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Her breath caught.
That voice.
Deep.
Familiar.
Heavy with emotion.
She froze, heart pounding, slowly turning around.
There he stood, Charlie Kings.
Hair tousled, eyes bloodshot, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile.
“What… what are you doing here?” she asked, her voice barely steady.
“I should ask you the same thing,” he said, stepping closer.
“You were really going to leave, Ana? Just disappear without a word?”
She straightened, clutching her bag tighter.
“You don’t get to ask me that.”
“I do,” he snapped.
“Because you didn’t even give me a chance to explain.”
“I gave you chances, Charlie. More than I should’ve. And every time, you chose someone else something else. You chose her.”
He flinched.
“I didn’t marry her,” he said after a pause.
She swallowed hard, eyes stinging.
“Congratulations. Want a medal for backing out last minute?”
“I want you,” he said, stepping in front of her..
“I wanted you then, and I want you now.”
She looked away, jaw tightening.
“I’m not going with you,” she said.
“You don’t have to. But at least tell me why you're doing this. Why now?”
She took a step back.
“Because I need to breathe. Think. Exist without you clouding everything.”
His eyes dropped to her hand,the ring still stuck on her finger.
“You still have it,” he whispered.
“It won’t come off,” she said, voice low.
“I tried. It’s glued on with shame.”
“Don’t say that,” he pleaded.
“It’s true,” she said, her tone sharp now.
“You gave me that ring while preparing vows for someone else. That’s not love, Charlie. That’s cruelty.”
He ran a hand through his hair, struggling to hold her gaze.
“You’re hiding something.”
“I’m hiding everything,” she admitted coldly.
“And you’ll never know it.”
The announcement for boarding echoed behind her.
Ana glanced back, then looked at him one last time.
“Whatever we had… died the day you chose her.”
She stepped past him, but he grabbed her hand.
" Let go,"
" No , you are my wife Ana and I'm not letting you go" Mr Kings said.
Ana scoffed in disbelief.
"I'm not your wife!" Anna snapped, her voice trembling.
"You're supposed to marry Fatima. I'm not your wife! What are you trying to do?"
Mr. Kings calmly reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded document.
"This," he said, holding it in front of her, "this is our marriage certificate. Look here..Annabella Evans and Charles Kings. We got married. Don’t you remember? You married me in Paris. Did you forget?"
Ana stared at the paper, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.
"What nonsense are you saying? Let go of me" Ana shouted.
"We’re not going to cause trouble here at the airport.,You need to keep your voice low," Mr. Kings said firmly, just as a security guard walked up to them.
"Ma’am, are you okay?" the guard asked Ana gently.
"Yeah, she’s fine. She’s my wife," Mr. Kings said smoothly.
" Are you sure you okay mam" the guard asked Ana ignoring Mr Kings.
"Hey, back off. I said she's fine," Mr. Kings suddenly snapped at the guard.
The security guard hesitated, swallowed hard, and nodded before walking away.
Ana looked at Mr. Kings in disbelief.
"Come with me," he said.
"No. I’m not coming with you," she snapped, trying to pull her hand away from him.
But he didn’t let go.
"Charlie, what are you doing? What’s the meaning of this?" she demanded.
"We’re married," Mr. Kings replied, looking straight into her eyes.
"No, I’m not married to you! What proof do you have? When did I ever get married to you?" she asked, .
Mr. Kings gently but firmly pulled her away from the crowd.
He didn’t say anything as he led her to a quiet corner of the terminal.
Once there, he finally let go of her hand and held up the document again.
"Read that," he said.
Ana grabbed the paper and unfolded it with shaky hands.
Marriage Certificate: Charles Kings & Annabella Evans.
Her knees weakened beneath her.
"What is this? I didn’t sign this. Marriage certificate? I never signed this!"
"You did," he said softly.
"You were drunk that night. But not too drunk to forget. You signed that certificate. You agreed to be my wife. It’s been weeks."
"No!" she gasped.
"I’m not married to you. I don’t even remember signing this. What are you trying to pull? This paper...it’s fake!"
"Everything is real, Ana. Do you think I’d bring you fake documents?" he said calmly.
"You are my wife."
She shook her head, the disbelief burning through her chest.
"I’m not your wife! You tricked me! You robbed me!" she hissed.
"You’re my wife," he said again.
"And you’re coming home with me."
"I’m not going anywhere with you! Just because of some piece of paper? Do you think that’s enough to trap me?"
Mr. Kings stepped closer, holding her gaze.
"I didn’t marry Fatima because it would have been unfair to you… and to her. I married you, Ana. And that makes you my wife."
Her heart raced.
Her palms pressed against her chest.
Everything felt like it was spinning.
Then Mr. Kings reached into his coat again and pulled out a smaller folded paper.
"Look at this one too," he said, handing it to her.
She unfolded it.
“I, Annabella Evans, agree to spend the rest of my life with Charles Kings. If I ever walk out of this marriage, I agree to pay the sum of one billion dollars.”
She stumbled back.
"What... What is this?" she whispered, tears welling in her eyes.
"I didn’t mean it... I didn’t know what I was doing."
"You signed it, Ana. That night you came to my house, you signed it."
She stepped back, lips trembling, her mind spinning.
" You.... told me not read them" She said voice lower.
She took another shaky step back, the document slipping from her fingers.
Her eyes were wide, glassy with tears, but she refused to let them fall this time.
"You tricked me, Charlie. You knew I wasn’t in my right mind that night," she said, voice low but heavy with anger.
"And now you’re using that against me?"
Mr. Kings stepped closer, his voice calm but firm. "I didn’t trick you. You came to me. You cried in my arms. You told me you didn’t want to lose me. And I asked..twice..if you were sure. You said yes, Ana. You said it."
"I didn’t know what I was saying!" she shouted. Her hands were clenched at her sides, her body trembling.
"You think some drunken vow, some piece of paper, means I belong to you?"
"You do belong to me," he said quietly.
"And I belong to you."
"No, you belong to Fatima. You were about to marry her in front of everyone!" she snapped.
"But I didn’t, did I?" he replied.
"Because I couldn’t lie at the altar, knowing my heart was with you."
Ana shook her head furiously, stepping away again.
"You only came after me when I left. You never chose me when it mattered, Charlie. You never told me the truth. You hid your mother being in a coma. You let me walk away without a word!"
"Because I was scared!" he finally raised his voice, his composure cracking. "I was scared to lose everything. My mother, my position, and you. But I lost you anyway. And now.now I’m here to fix that."
Annabella looked away, her hand instinctively going to her stomach.
She blinked rapidly.
"You can’t fix this. Not with documents. Not with force. Not with guilt," she whispered.
"And you’re not going to guilt me into coming back."
Mr. Kings’s eyes softened. "I’m not here to guilt you. I’m here because I love you. And I can’t let you get on that plane."
"You don’t get to decide that," she said, her voice like steel now.
"This time, I choose. And I choose to leave."
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
"And how did you even know I was leaving? Did she tell you?" She asked, her voice tight.
"How did you know?"
Mr. Kings looked at her for a moment before replying calmly,
"I have my ways. No matter how far you run, Ana, I will always find you."
"This time you won’t," she cut him off sharply.
"I’m going far away, and you’re not going to stop me. I will not return. Ever."
"And like I said," he replied firmly, "you’re not going anywhere. You’re my wife. You’re married to me, and that means everything has to be proven right now." He lifted his hand.
"Even this ring. You chose it for me, remember?"
Ana blinked. "What?"
"I never chose any ring for you, Charlie. Why are you doing this? Why are you trying so hard to prove something that doesn’t exist?"
She took a step closer. Her voice trembled with emotion.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Is this what you call love? This.." she waved her hand at him,.
"This is not love. It’s obsession. Possessiveness. It's cruel."
"You hurt me, and you don’t even see it. You just do whatever feels right to you. But do you even know how much it affects me?"
"I know," Mr. Kings said quietly.
"Everything I do, I do it for you. I never do it for myself. I do it because I love you."
"This is not love," she said, .
"You don’t hurt someone over and over and call it love. You don’t manipulate and control someone and then say it’s because you care. No."
She stared directly into his eyes. "You’ve proven to me ,again and again, that you are not worthy of me. Not even a little, I ... regret... you."
He flinched.
Her words hit him like a punch to the gut.
His jaw clenched tightly.
She regretted him .
That truth burned more than anything he had ever felt.
Ana stepped even closer, her finger jabbing at his chest.
"You’re selfish. You’re stupid. You’re controlling. And you're a bastard. You think you can get away with hurting people like this and call it love?"
She poked again, harder. "Maybe what you feel is love for you. But it's not love for me. Because if you truly loved me, you would have thought just once,about how much your actions hurt me."
"Do you ever consider what’s right for me? For my peace? For my sanity?" Her voice cracked.
"All of this,it’s messing with my head over and over again. And you think that’s okay?"
Mr. Kings stood there, his face frozen, unreadable.
His eyes were dark, and he swallowed hard.
The pain in her voice clung to the air, and it was clear it was all because of him.
Still, he didn’t move. He didn’t back down.
"I love you, Ana," he said, his voice deeper now, more intense.
"And no.it’s not lust. And maybe, yes, my actions don’t always show it. Maybe I do seem fake. But that’s because I don’t know how to express it. I suppress everything I feel. I need control. That’s who I am."
"And I know it’s wrong. But I can’t change it. I won’t. Because it’s me."
He stepped forward, his voice dropping lower.
"But you walking away from me... that’s not an option. I won’t let you."
Ana swallowed hard.
Her skin prickled with fear.
Her heart raced in her chest.
What had she gotten herself into?
Was this really the man she thought she could spend the rest of her life with?
Being controlled... manipulated... loved like this?
Was this the kind of future she wanted?
Or was this the prison she'd have to fight her way out of?
She turned to walk away. She had to leave.
She couldn’t breathe around him anymore.
Every second near him felt like a weight on her lungs.
“Don’t take another step,” Mr. Kings said, his voice too calm.
She didn’t stop.
She heard his footsteps behind her,fast, determined.
“Charlie, don’t touch me!” she yelled, spinning around, but it was too late.
His hand grabbed her wrist.
“Let me go!” she cried, struggling, hitting his chest, clawing at his arms.
“You’re not going to trap me! You’re not going to control me!”
“I told you, you’re not leaving,” he said through clenched teeth, wrestling something from his pocket.
She froze when she saw it.
A syringe.
Her breath hitched.
“What the hell is that?!”
“It won’t harm you, okay baby doll. I made sure of that,” he said calmly, stepping closer.
“It’ll just help you... rest.”
“No!” she screamed, trying to pull away, but he was too strong, too fast.
She felt the sharp prick in her neck.
“No, no..” she whimpered, stumbling backward.
“How could you do this to me? How dare you!”
Her legs weakened.
She collapsed slowly against him, her vision blurring.
He held her like she was made of porcelain.
Like he hadn’t just crossed every line.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” he whispered, brushing her hair back, kissing her forehead.
“You’ll be fine. We’re going home. Where you belong.”
Tears rolled down Ana’s cheeks, burning her skin.
Her voice was hoarse, soft.
“I will never forgive you for this,” she whispered, her words barely audible.
“I’m not asking for forgiveness,” Mr. Kings said.
“I just want you where I can see you. Where no one can take you from me again.”
Everything faded.
His scent.
His hands.
His voice.
Darkness swallowed her.
And he carried her away like nothing had ever happened.
Like she was his, forever.
Even if she hated him for it.
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Her breath caught.
That voice.
Deep.
Familiar.
Heavy with emotion.
She froze, heart pounding, slowly turning around.
There he stood, Charlie Kings.
Hair tousled, eyes bloodshot, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile.
“What… what are you doing here?” she asked, her voice barely steady.
“I should ask you the same thing,” he said, stepping closer.
“You were really going to leave, Ana? Just disappear without a word?”
She straightened, clutching her bag tighter.
“You don’t get to ask me that.”
“I do,” he snapped.
“Because you didn’t even give me a chance to explain.”
“I gave you chances, Charlie. More than I should’ve. And every time, you chose someone else something else. You chose her.”
He flinched.
“I didn’t marry her,” he said after a pause.
She swallowed hard, eyes stinging.
“Congratulations. Want a medal for backing out last minute?”
“I want you,” he said, stepping in front of her..
“I wanted you then, and I want you now.”
She looked away, jaw tightening.
“I’m not going with you,” she said.
“You don’t have to. But at least tell me why you're doing this. Why now?”
She took a step back.
“Because I need to breathe. Think. Exist without you clouding everything.”
His eyes dropped to her hand,the ring still stuck on her finger.
“You still have it,” he whispered.
“It won’t come off,” she said, voice low.
“I tried. It’s glued on with shame.”
“Don’t say that,” he pleaded.
“It’s true,” she said, her tone sharp now.
“You gave me that ring while preparing vows for someone else. That’s not love, Charlie. That’s cruelty.”
He ran a hand through his hair, struggling to hold her gaze.
“You’re hiding something.”
“I’m hiding everything,” she admitted coldly.
“And you’ll never know it.”
The announcement for boarding echoed behind her.
Ana glanced back, then looked at him one last time.
“Whatever we had… died the day you chose her.”
She stepped past him, but he grabbed her hand.
" Let go,"
" No , you are my wife Ana and I'm not letting you go" Mr Kings said.
Ana scoffed in disbelief.
"I'm not your wife!" Anna snapped, her voice trembling.
"You're supposed to marry Fatima. I'm not your wife! What are you trying to do?"
Mr. Kings calmly reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded document.
"This," he said, holding it in front of her, "this is our marriage certificate. Look here..Annabella Evans and Charles Kings. We got married. Don’t you remember? You married me in Paris. Did you forget?"
Ana stared at the paper, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.
"What nonsense are you saying? Let go of me" Ana shouted.
"We’re not going to cause trouble here at the airport.,You need to keep your voice low," Mr. Kings said firmly, just as a security guard walked up to them.
"Ma’am, are you okay?" the guard asked Ana gently.
"Yeah, she’s fine. She’s my wife," Mr. Kings said smoothly.
" Are you sure you okay mam" the guard asked Ana ignoring Mr Kings.
"Hey, back off. I said she's fine," Mr. Kings suddenly snapped at the guard.
The security guard hesitated, swallowed hard, and nodded before walking away.
Ana looked at Mr. Kings in disbelief.
"Come with me," he said.
"No. I’m not coming with you," she snapped, trying to pull her hand away from him.
But he didn’t let go.
"Charlie, what are you doing? What’s the meaning of this?" she demanded.
"We’re married," Mr. Kings replied, looking straight into her eyes.
"No, I’m not married to you! What proof do you have? When did I ever get married to you?" she asked, .
Mr. Kings gently but firmly pulled her away from the crowd.
He didn’t say anything as he led her to a quiet corner of the terminal.
Once there, he finally let go of her hand and held up the document again.
"Read that," he said.
Ana grabbed the paper and unfolded it with shaky hands.
Marriage Certificate: Charles Kings & Annabella Evans.
Her knees weakened beneath her.
"What is this? I didn’t sign this. Marriage certificate? I never signed this!"
"You did," he said softly.
"You were drunk that night. But not too drunk to forget. You signed that certificate. You agreed to be my wife. It’s been weeks."
"No!" she gasped.
"I’m not married to you. I don’t even remember signing this. What are you trying to pull? This paper...it’s fake!"
"Everything is real, Ana. Do you think I’d bring you fake documents?" he said calmly.
"You are my wife."
She shook her head, the disbelief burning through her chest.
"I’m not your wife! You tricked me! You robbed me!" she hissed.
"You’re my wife," he said again.
"And you’re coming home with me."
"I’m not going anywhere with you! Just because of some piece of paper? Do you think that’s enough to trap me?"
Mr. Kings stepped closer, holding her gaze.
"I didn’t marry Fatima because it would have been unfair to you… and to her. I married you, Ana. And that makes you my wife."
Her heart raced.
Her palms pressed against her chest.
Everything felt like it was spinning.
Then Mr. Kings reached into his coat again and pulled out a smaller folded paper.
"Look at this one too," he said, handing it to her.
She unfolded it.
“I, Annabella Evans, agree to spend the rest of my life with Charles Kings. If I ever walk out of this marriage, I agree to pay the sum of one billion dollars.”
She stumbled back.
"What... What is this?" she whispered, tears welling in her eyes.
"I didn’t mean it... I didn’t know what I was doing."
"You signed it, Ana. That night you came to my house, you signed it."
She stepped back, lips trembling, her mind spinning.
" You.... told me not read them" She said voice lower.
She took another shaky step back, the document slipping from her fingers.
Her eyes were wide, glassy with tears, but she refused to let them fall this time.
"You tricked me, Charlie. You knew I wasn’t in my right mind that night," she said, voice low but heavy with anger.
"And now you’re using that against me?"
Mr. Kings stepped closer, his voice calm but firm. "I didn’t trick you. You came to me. You cried in my arms. You told me you didn’t want to lose me. And I asked..twice..if you were sure. You said yes, Ana. You said it."
"I didn’t know what I was saying!" she shouted. Her hands were clenched at her sides, her body trembling.
"You think some drunken vow, some piece of paper, means I belong to you?"
"You do belong to me," he said quietly.
"And I belong to you."
"No, you belong to Fatima. You were about to marry her in front of everyone!" she snapped.
"But I didn’t, did I?" he replied.
"Because I couldn’t lie at the altar, knowing my heart was with you."
Ana shook her head furiously, stepping away again.
"You only came after me when I left. You never chose me when it mattered, Charlie. You never told me the truth. You hid your mother being in a coma. You let me walk away without a word!"
"Because I was scared!" he finally raised his voice, his composure cracking. "I was scared to lose everything. My mother, my position, and you. But I lost you anyway. And now.now I’m here to fix that."
Annabella looked away, her hand instinctively going to her stomach.
She blinked rapidly.
"You can’t fix this. Not with documents. Not with force. Not with guilt," she whispered.
"And you’re not going to guilt me into coming back."
Mr. Kings’s eyes softened. "I’m not here to guilt you. I’m here because I love you. And I can’t let you get on that plane."
"You don’t get to decide that," she said, her voice like steel now.
"This time, I choose. And I choose to leave."
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
"And how did you even know I was leaving? Did she tell you?" She asked, her voice tight.
"How did you know?"
Mr. Kings looked at her for a moment before replying calmly,
"I have my ways. No matter how far you run, Ana, I will always find you."
"This time you won’t," she cut him off sharply.
"I’m going far away, and you’re not going to stop me. I will not return. Ever."
"And like I said," he replied firmly, "you’re not going anywhere. You’re my wife. You’re married to me, and that means everything has to be proven right now." He lifted his hand.
"Even this ring. You chose it for me, remember?"
Ana blinked. "What?"
"I never chose any ring for you, Charlie. Why are you doing this? Why are you trying so hard to prove something that doesn’t exist?"
She took a step closer. Her voice trembled with emotion.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Is this what you call love? This.." she waved her hand at him,.
"This is not love. It’s obsession. Possessiveness. It's cruel."
"You hurt me, and you don’t even see it. You just do whatever feels right to you. But do you even know how much it affects me?"
"I know," Mr. Kings said quietly.
"Everything I do, I do it for you. I never do it for myself. I do it because I love you."
"This is not love," she said, .
"You don’t hurt someone over and over and call it love. You don’t manipulate and control someone and then say it’s because you care. No."
She stared directly into his eyes. "You’ve proven to me ,again and again, that you are not worthy of me. Not even a little, I ... regret... you."
He flinched.
Her words hit him like a punch to the gut.
His jaw clenched tightly.
She regretted him .
That truth burned more than anything he had ever felt.
Ana stepped even closer, her finger jabbing at his chest.
"You’re selfish. You’re stupid. You’re controlling. And you're a bastard. You think you can get away with hurting people like this and call it love?"
She poked again, harder. "Maybe what you feel is love for you. But it's not love for me. Because if you truly loved me, you would have thought just once,about how much your actions hurt me."
"Do you ever consider what’s right for me? For my peace? For my sanity?" Her voice cracked.
"All of this,it’s messing with my head over and over again. And you think that’s okay?"
Mr. Kings stood there, his face frozen, unreadable.
His eyes were dark, and he swallowed hard.
The pain in her voice clung to the air, and it was clear it was all because of him.
Still, he didn’t move. He didn’t back down.
"I love you, Ana," he said, his voice deeper now, more intense.
"And no.it’s not lust. And maybe, yes, my actions don’t always show it. Maybe I do seem fake. But that’s because I don’t know how to express it. I suppress everything I feel. I need control. That’s who I am."
"And I know it’s wrong. But I can’t change it. I won’t. Because it’s me."
He stepped forward, his voice dropping lower.
"But you walking away from me... that’s not an option. I won’t let you."
Ana swallowed hard.
Her skin prickled with fear.
Her heart raced in her chest.
What had she gotten herself into?
Was this really the man she thought she could spend the rest of her life with?
Being controlled... manipulated... loved like this?
Was this the kind of future she wanted?
Or was this the prison she'd have to fight her way out of?
She turned to walk away. She had to leave.
She couldn’t breathe around him anymore.
Every second near him felt like a weight on her lungs.
“Don’t take another step,” Mr. Kings said, his voice too calm.
She didn’t stop.
She heard his footsteps behind her,fast, determined.
“Charlie, don’t touch me!” she yelled, spinning around, but it was too late.
His hand grabbed her wrist.
“Let me go!” she cried, struggling, hitting his chest, clawing at his arms.
“You’re not going to trap me! You’re not going to control me!”
“I told you, you’re not leaving,” he said through clenched teeth, wrestling something from his pocket.
She froze when she saw it.
A syringe.
Her breath hitched.
“What the hell is that?!”
“It won’t harm you, okay baby doll. I made sure of that,” he said calmly, stepping closer.
“It’ll just help you... rest.”
“No!” she screamed, trying to pull away, but he was too strong, too fast.
She felt the sharp prick in her neck.
“No, no..” she whimpered, stumbling backward.
“How could you do this to me? How dare you!”
Her legs weakened.
She collapsed slowly against him, her vision blurring.
He held her like she was made of porcelain.
Like he hadn’t just crossed every line.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” he whispered, brushing her hair back, kissing her forehead.
“You’ll be fine. We’re going home. Where you belong.”
Tears rolled down Ana’s cheeks, burning her skin.
Her voice was hoarse, soft.
“I will never forgive you for this,” she whispered, her words barely audible.
“I’m not asking for forgiveness,” Mr. Kings said.
“I just want you where I can see you. Where no one can take you from me again.”
Everything faded.
His scent.
His hands.
His voice.
Darkness swallowed her.
And he carried her away like nothing had ever happened.
Like she was his, forever.
Even if she hated him for it.
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