Once, my paranoid love

William’s anger simmered as he responded to Anne’s accusations. “Oh, my goodness. Isn’t it true that I requested some time from you? You, on the other hand, did not wait for me and married Robert. Now you’re remorseful?” His words were filled with frustration and resentment as he reminded Anne of the choices she had made in the past.

Anne’s response was marked by a heartfelt apology. “I’m sorry, I didn’t.” She acknowledged the mistakes she had made, the decisions that had led to the fractures in their relationship.

But her emotions were complex, and her voice trembled as she continued, “I made a mistake. Paul adored Han. He just blamed me for leaving Han and marrying Robert. You’re also married to Mira. Have you ever considered Paul?” Anne’s tears flowed freely as she confronted the deep-seated regrets and the impact of their choices on their son.

Anne’s outburst had stirred a cauldron of emotions in the dimly lit room. Her accusations and regrets had laid bare the unresolved tensions that had defined their relationship for years. William’s anger and frustration simmered beneath the surface, and he was struggling to navigate the complexities of their conversation.

“Oh, my God! You know, I’ve always avoided you because of your drama,” William retorted, his voice tinged with exasperation. The accusations that Anne had hurled at him were causing the old wounds of their past to resurface.

William didn’t shy away from addressing the choices they had made. “Because of money, you married Robert, and I married Mira for the same reason. Whereas I kept my word, you didn’t keep your word, and you stuck with Robert.” The bitterness of their past decisions hung in the air, a testament to the regrets and tensions that had colored their lives.

“Now be quiet and allow me to talk with Ron. Maybe he knows Derek Houston,” William continued, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction. He was well aware of his shortcomings as a father and the choices he had made that had neglected Paul.

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Elena lay in peaceful slumber, her breaths soft and steady, as Derek carefully stroked her hair with his fingertips. He knew that, despite the complexities of their relationship, she was now a part of his life. And the emotions that had awakened within him were undeniable.

With Elena safely asleep, Derek quietly got out of bed and made his way out of the room. His footsteps were nearly soundless, his movements deliberate as he navigated the dimly lit corridor.

Derek arrived at the locked door that led to the hidden chamber, a place filled with a variety of blades and razors. The room was a stark reflection of the inner turmoil that had been brewing within him. He chose a razor chain whip, gripping it tightly in his fists.

“You will pay for what you did to Elena,” Derek murmured with determination. His voice was laced with an underlying rage, a desire for retribution on behalf of the woman who had become an integral part of his life.

As he made his way downstairs, the door swung open, and he turned on the light. Paul sat on the floor, his eyes slowly opening in response to the sudden brightness. He gave Derek a sidelong glance, a mixture of surprise and caution in his expression.

Derek’s arrival was a confrontation that had been long in the making. The emotions that had surged within him, the need to protect Elena, and the anger he felt toward Paul had brought him to this moment. The air in the room was charged with tension, and it was clear that the reckoning they had avoided was now at hand.

The dimly lit room was a battleground of emotions, the tension palpable as Paul and Derek faced each other. Paul’s voice trembled with anger and desperation as he pointed a finger at Derek, his words sharp and accusing.

“You,” Paul hissed, his gaze locked onto Derek with a mixture of fury and confusion.

Derek, in a surprising show of composure, inhaled deeply and calmly took a seat in front of Paul. His eyes held a steely resolve, and he was prepared to face the confrontation that had been building for so long.

Paul’s frustration and rage reached a breaking point as he grabbed the cage’s rod in a fit of rage. His voice, laden with urgency and concern, betrayed his desperation. “What do you want? Where is Elena?”

Derek, however, responded with a biting, sarcastic tone, his words laced with mockery. “She is sound asleep. She is so exhausted. After all, it’s our wedding night.” His provocation was deliberate, a way to test the limits of Paul’s anger and desperation.

Paul couldn’t contain his fury and helplessness, and in a fit of rage, he unleashed a punch on the cage’s rod. His knuckles were left raw from the impact, but his resolve remained unshaken. “Shut the fuck up,” he yelled, his anger simmering just below the surface.

Derek, unfazed by Paul’s outburst, continued to taunt him. “Why are you injuring yourself when you can’t even have her?” His mocking tone was a calculated move, aimed at further infuriating Paul and testing the depths of his emotions.

Paul’s words were filled with possessiveness and a primal need to claim Elena as his own. “Don’t even think of touching her. She’s the only one who belongs to me,” he declared, his voice unwavering.

Derek, in response, took a moment to collect his thoughts. He closed his eyes briefly, as if contemplating his next move, and the room fell into a tense silence. Paul’s demand echoed in the dimly lit space.

When Derek finally stood up and unlocked the cage’s door, the tension in the room escalated. His voice was calm, but his words carried an air of finality. “But I’d already made her mine. Her mind, her heart, and her life,” Derek stated. His assertion left no room for ambiguity; he believed he had won Elena’s heart, and he was determined to keep her.

Paul’s response was marked by a clenched fist and a mischievous grin, as he sought to provoke Derek further. “You won’t be able to irritate me. I’m sure my Elena won’t like you. And you’re well aware that we…fucked the night before your wedding.” Paul’s words trailed off as he alluded to a night filled with passion and desire, a night that had taken place just before Derek’s wedding.