Chapter Ninety OneAnastasia ’s POV Vincent pulled out of me, and I winced, sucking in a sharp breath. I rolled over to my side, away from him, but the overwhelming feeling still stayed with me. Vincent brushed my hair away and kissed my neck then lightly bit down, and I shiveAnastasia . “You are mine now,Anastasia .I own you and even if I ever let you go, I’ll still own you. You will always remember this day and deep down you will always know that you are mine and mine alone.”I closed my eyes, trying to hold back tears, fighting them, holding on to my composure with sheer force of will. The sheets rustled as Vincent got out of bed, and I didn’t look over my shoulder to see what he was doing. I heard the water running in the bathroom.He returned moments later and ran his fingers down my spine then back up before he grabbed my shoulder and rolled me onto my back. My eyes found him.He parted my legs, his eyes taking in my thighs coveAnastasia in my blood.Not taking his eyes off my

Chapter Ninety Three Anastasia's voice quivered as she assured her father that she was okay, unharmed by the unsettling events that had unfolded. Vincent, standing beside her, wore a sheepish expression, perhaps a mix of relief and guilt. Her father, with a stern gaze softened by concern, looked directly at Vincent and expressed his gratitude for taking care of his daughter."Vincent, I appreciate what you've done for Anastasia. Thank you for being there for her," her father said, extending a hand to shake Vincent's.Vincent, visibly relieved by the father's approval, managed a humble nod. "Sir, I couldn't let anything happen to her. I'll make sure she stays safe."The father, a man of few words, nodded in acknowledgment. He turned back to Anastasia, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Take good care of her, Vincent. She means the world to me."Anastasia interjected with a soft laugh, "Dad, Vincent's been my guardian angel today. You can trust him."Her father, though still concerned

Chapter Ninety FiveVincent and Anastasia, surrounded by a group of friends, embarked on a compassionate mission. The sun dipped low in the sky as they distributed food, shoes, clothes, and medical supplies to the less fortunate. Their actions rippled through the crowd, creating an atmosphere of generosity.Vincent handed a warm meal to an elderly woman with gratitude etched on her weathered face. "Thank you, dear. You've brought warmth to my soul," she whispered, her eyes reflecting years of hardship. Anastasia knelt beside a child, placing a pair of shoes on tiny feet. The youngster's eyes lit up, mirroring the spark of hope kindled by their selfless gesture.As the pair continued their benevolent journey, conversations unfolded like delicate petals in a blooming garden. Each interaction, fueled by empathy, wove a tapestry of human connection. Friends joined in, amplifying the impact of their shared mission.Amidst the act of giving, Vincent and Anastasia's friends found themselves

Chapter Ninety Seven Vincent's world seemed to unravel as ominous threats and unsettling sketches of skulls appeared wherever he ventured. The disconcerting messages, haunting him like unwelcome shadows, plunged him into a state of fearful uncertainty. The anonymous sender remained a mystery, leaving Vincent to grapple with the unsettling question of who could harbor such malevolence.Each day brought a new wave of intimidation, and the drawings seemed to multiply, creeping into the corners of his life like a pervasive darkness. Fear began to grip his heart, and the once familiar streets became a labyrinth of suspicion. As he pondered the source of these threats, he considered seeking refuge in the arms of the law. However, a bitter taste of distrust lingered, for he vividly recalled a past encounter with the very institution meant to protect.Haunted by the memory of a previous assault, Vincent hesitated to involve the police. The scars of that incident ran deep, eroding his faith i

Chapter Ninety NineVincent strolled out of the university gates, the weight of his backpack pulling at his shoulders. The setting sun cast long shadows as he ambled through the quiet streets, lost in thought. His house, nestled on the other side of town, beckoned him with the promise of solitude.As he turned a corner, the tranquility shattered. A group of local gang members, their faces masked by the fading light, emerged from the shadows. Tension hung in the air like a storm brewing, and Vincent's heart quickened."Hey, look who we got here," sneered the apparent leader, a menacing figure with a twisted grin. Vincent's attempt to sidestep them was met with an aggressive shove. The ominous silence was broken by the echo of laughter as the gang closed in, a pack of wolves surrounding their prey."Thought you could just walk away, huh?" one of them jeered, a cruel glint in his eye. Vincent, bewildered, stammered, "What's this about? I don't even know you guys!"Words were met with fis