Contractually Yours Alpha (Riley) novel Chapter 494

ter One Hundred and Twel 

Chapter One Hundred and Twelve 

ALIYA POV 

We pulled up in front of a house that resembled the one Trian owned in Aureonna City. 

“How many houses do you own?” 

He smirked, “You don’t want to know.” 

“I do, actually.” 

“A lot.” He answered. 

“Why do you need so many houses?” 

“I used to be a traveler, obsessed with owning houses.” He admitted, before leading me into the house. We didn’t stop at the living area; he led me to one of the rooms. 

The design in this room felt more masculine. 

“This is your room, isn’t it?” 

“Yes,” he answered. 

I ventured deeper into the room, looking around the place; my eyes landed on the king–size bed in the middle. Dark thoughts filled my mind, but I managed to force my eyes away from the bed. 

“Those three weeks that I was away… I thought about you. It felt like an obsession, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” 

“I thought about you too, every single day.” I admitted, walking back to him, I took his hands in mine. “I believe in you now, fully and completely.” 

“I haven’t earned it, Aliya.” 

“You have, over and again. You are the best thing that happened to be Trian Valtor, the best thing life gave me.” 

“You look beautiful in this dress. You look like an angel.” 

I could say the same thing about him, but he looked more like a fallen angel: dangerous, dark, and mysterious. 

His hands trailed down my neck, and then, in an instant, he tore the bodice of my gown. Some of the diamonds embedded in the fabric scattered to the ground. 

“What are you doing?” I ask, surprised. 

He gave no response, but he didn’t stop ripping the beautiful fabrics off my body. I should be angry, it was a beautiful dress but strangely, I wasn’t. 

Back in the castle, I was lavished with fineries, but I always knew I was still in a prison, the castle everyone adored was my own prison. I was supposed to be grateful for all the elegant dresses, for the diamond and gold jewelry… but I hated them. The gown was a reminder of what ‘they‘ wanted me to be. Maybe I wanted it torn off me. 

I was left in only my panties as I wore no bra beneath the gown. 

I shielded my nipples with my hands; he had seen me naked before, but still I felt shy as I always do. 

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” he asked, and I nodded. “Speak up.” 

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Chapter One Hundred and Twel 

“Yes.”