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Elizabeth was startled and stunned by his sudden demand. Her cheeks retained pinkish blush before her voice started to shake subconsciously,

" Brother.. Brother.. Alex.. What..do..oo..you..mean?"

Alexander held the squirming woman closer. His eyes scornfully watched her and this time, he stressed on his words too determined to take a look,

" I think, I have made it clear enough, Elizabeth. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."

Elizabeth almost lost her breathing ability at the sudden reminder of their shameless incident. It was last year in White Castle when she decided to stay for a night. After playing with Ayra inside the water pool, she didn't expect to meet Alexander on her way back to the room and was accidentally discovered half naked by Alexander. Till today, she was embarrassed to death whenever she recalled that moment.

Elizabeth tried to know the reason behind his request,

" Why..why do you want to..."

" Don't talk! Speak less and let me take a look at it.", Alexander's voice came out ironically. His eyes threatened her to keep quiet when he wasn't done lecturing her.

Elizabeth sawlloed down her uneasiness and breathed a single word,

" Okay! "

She agreed and instinctively darted her eyes around to lay down. Unfortunately the room had no bed except the canvas and other oil colors. Looking at a corner, she found an old couch and spoke letting herself free from his grip slowly,

" Let's go over there."

Alexander immediately followed her back and watched her taking a seat over the couch. Her cheeks kept flustering and eyes wandered around to avoid the obvious embarrassement. She didn't know why he was being insisted on looking at his thighs.

Alexander approached her slowly and got on his knee without any single word. Elizabeth almost jumped off but Alexander assured keeping her feet on places,

" Don't be so rush! I promise that I just want to take a look."

Elizabeth swallowed a mouthful saliva and prayed that she could keep her hormones folded untill he was done with his inspection. Elizabeth didn't twist her feet any longer. She was well behaved and watched the stone colded prince unblinkingly as he pulled up her maroon silk gown.

His movements were cautious, showed his perfectionist aura and folded them over her thighs not exposing her undergarments. Her breathing slightly hitched when a cold air tingled against her slender legs.

Alexander gulped his saliva down and battled hard to keep his lust, desire everything wrapped inside his chest. He was a grown up man after all and besides she was the only one woman who ever succeded to capture his eyes.

His dark eyes ran through her bare thighs scanningly and puased over a dark mark. Taking a closer look, he was assured that she wasn't gotten this mark long back. His brows tightened together and his charismatic aura suddenly unleashed a terrific air that gave goosebumps on her skin.

Only when Elizabeth noticed that he was inspecting her scar, her expression paled and an urge of running away came across her mind. Elizabeth panicked reaching out to cover her thighs,

" Bro.. Brother Alex..We are here for a long time..We..we should go back now.."

In response, Alexander pressed on her thighs forcefully and grounded her on that spot. His icy voice came out threateningly,

" Don't move! "

Elizabeth paused before turning obedient again. No matter how much resistance she had, this man had unbelievable influence on her mind. She turned into an obedient girl in no moment.

Alexander ran his fingers on her skin softly and asked in a low voice,

" They dared to hurt you again even though we have sent them numerous times. How rude! Seems like they easily forget that I am two ferocious sides to show off."

Elizabeth almost stopped breathing. Her eyes were surprised when she understood that Alexander was aware of everything that happened last night in her own house. To save the image of her noble familiy, Elizabeth tried to ease the situation with her lies,

" That's.. that's not.. like it.. Brother Alex.. Mother really didn't mean to do this to me.."

Elizabeth explained and hoped that Alexander would believe on her words. Dora Castillo was a two faced woman. In front of the whole world, she imposed a perfect image of a loving step-mother who always showed love on her two daughters equally. But in reality, she was no less than a terrific monster in the house. She often beat Elizabeth in the house. Whenever Elizabeth complained to her father, Dora put such an act in front of her father that he had to believe on the fact that Dora was merely educating Elizabeth. As an outcome, she had to endure double beats in the next day. This matter wasn't hidden for days. One night, Ayra discovered such hemnious act of Dora and asked Athena to warn the woman. After that warning, Dora restrained herself and didn't dare to lay her hand on Elizabeth anymore. But now it seemed like she didn't take the warning too seriously.

Alexander shot her a silent glare and warned her before murmuring something under his breath,

" Don't put an act in front of me, please! You make me feeling distant."

Elizabeth opened her mouth to say something but then realized that his fingertips were radiating a gentle light more likely crimson. Under her astounded eyes, she observed that her skin was fainting scars and was getting back its usual flawless part.

She stared up at Alexander whose face was full of hurt as if he wasn't healing but harming her. Elizabeth sighed softly when his fingertips squeezed her thigh gently. His touch felt so sensual that her toes curled up together in ecasty. Then she sighed longingly when he started to caress the spot and scars began to vanish away.

Elizabeth took a bite of her bottom lips. Her eyes stayed firm at Alexander and voice came out like a whisper,

" How did you know that I was hurt last night? Did you follow me?"

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NOTICE: Before you say that Author is representing violence, please take a note that this kind of incidents happen everyday in our daily life. Sometimes our storyline demands to write something which is even against our willingness. Respect the freedom of a writer's thinking!