My head hurts.

My eyelids feel too heavy to open.

After a few seconds of mentally sending a message to my eyes to open, they finally do and I am greeted by a very familiar environment.

Lex's bedroom.

Am I back at the mansion?

What the hell happened?

How did I get back here?

My questioning brain is halted by a feeling of someone's arm draped over my body. Groggily turning around, I am shocked to the core of my being. Instead of the beautiful aquatic blue eyes of my fiancé , brown orbs stared into mine.

"Hey", he casually says as he smiles at me.

I stare at him, my brain trying to make sense of how Paul is in Lex's bedroom. How is he in bed with me right now?

My gaze shifts to the rest of my surroundings. The room is an exact replica of what Lex's bedroom used to look like before I moved back in with him. I had a few things shifted and changed when I decided to live with him. I made it have a bit of a feminine touch than the cold, masculine version it was before.

The very same version I am looking at right now. Which is what it was when he used to be with Belle.

Belle!

That witch stabbed me with a needle. She drugged me!

The bathroom scene starts unfolding in my head as the memory of what happened comes flooding back. Looking back at the man next to me right now, everything clicks together like a puzzle and it all starts to make sense.

"You and Belle", I stare at him with so much hatred. How could he do this to me?

"She helped me get you. You belong with me Rosalie.", his hand moves to caress my cheek but I move back.

I scramble off the bed and stand as far away from him as the space in the room allows me to.

I belong with him?

Paul must be crazy.

He stands from the bed and slowly walks towards while he continues to speak, "I've always loved you. From the moment you fell into my arms when you stepped out of my father's office".

His face looks so sombre as she stares off into the distance, like he is replaying the day in his mind. I remember it clearly, It's the day I had an interview with Victor and he had hired me. I was so excited that I literally toppled out of his office. Thankfully before planting my face firmly on the floor, Paul was there to catch me.

I didn't think anything of that because I was just grateful that someone was there to save me before I mostly likely would have broken my teeth from tripping on my own feet. Apparently the same cannot be said for the man in front of me.

My mind drifts back to his earlier words, "I've always loved you".

"You don't love me", I retort.

This seems to bring him back to reality, his brown eyes become darker. They almost remind me of Carter's eyes.

"I love you Rosalie",

I shake my head sideways, and move back as he takes a few steps towards me. When I run out of room to move, I am backed up against the wall. He stands in front of me, towering over my small frame as he once again caresses my cheek with his hand.

Feeling disgusted I suppress the shudder and mentally gag. I don't like him touching me.

His touch makes me feel violated. Suddenly I miss Lex's arms around me. His touch always made me feel safe. Like there's nothing in the world that could go wrong. Except in this case, everything went wrong but that's not his fault.

I miss him so much.

Tears start to fill my eyes as I start to think of how crazy Alexander must be over my disappearance. I wonder what Gigi and everyone is going through.

Damn Belle and Paul. I swear when I get out of here, they're going to pay.

"I'll get you breakfast", his lips placed a kiss on my forehead. He lingers too close to me and it feels like I am suffocating.

I suddenly don't like his cologne. I used to appreciate the fact that he smelt nice but now all I want to do is throw up.

He lets go of me and I am grateful to have room to breathe. He walks towards the door and opens it. Turning his head to look back at me, he speaks once more, "I'll be back in twenty minutes. I would show you which doors lead to the bathroom and closet, but you already know the layout of this bedroom". He looks so smug and it just pisses me off more.

He steps out of the room and closes the door. I hear the click of a lock on the other side and I immediately know that he has locked me in here and there is no way to get out.

My body slides down the wall and sinks to the carpeted floor. This is crazy. I've been kidnapped.

Paul kidnapped me! And to make his craziness worse, he made a copy of Lex's bedroom. What in the actual world is going on?!

This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to be at home, in Lex's arms. I am supposed to be surrounded by the people who love me and not be stuck here with this creep who thinks that he loves me.

I should be at home, planning my wedding with Isadora and Valerie.

Wetness falls on my cheeks as the tears begin to become a waterfall. Slowly getting up from the floor, I move towards the bathroom to take a shower. I need to get the feeling of Paul's hands off me.

I get up from the floor and head to the bathroom. That bastard was right, even the doors are placed correctly.

How long did it take him to do this? To build this?

Where am I anyway? Where is this house or if it's even a house.

The questions continue to plague my mind as I welcome the water cascading down my body. Even the damn bathroom is exactly the same as Lex's. The whole thing throws me off. I can't believe that someone would go through such lengths to have me.

I am not anyone special.

Once I step out from the warm water, I wrap a towel around my body and walk to the closet. The place is filled with clothes. Both male and female clothing line the two sides of the walk-in closet and as if that doesn't creep me out enough, the female clothes are my size.

The shoes are in my size, even the damn underwear is in my size. I swear when I get out of here, I am getting a whole wardrobe change. And no one is ever going to buy clothes ever again.

I hear the bedroom door open and I quickly slip on some underwear and a sports bra then put on a pair of leggings and a hoodie.

I need to be as comfortable as I can. I'm yet to plan an escape but when it comes, I need to be always prepared to run.

Paul has a breakfast tray set up at the little table by the window. He sits on one the two chairs, already waiting on me. His right leg bent over his left, his calf rested on top of his knee.

"Sit", he softly commands.

I comply and sit on the chair and face him.

I watch as he runs his index finger over his lips as he deeply stares at me. I don't like the way he looks at me.

"Eat", he says, lightly waving his hand over to the food on the table.

Don't eat it!

What if it's poisoned?

My mind once again rattles off. Seeing the hesitation on my face, he moves the tray of food closer to me.

"It's not poisoned", he simply echoes my thoughts and picks up a grape from the fruit bowl next to the plate with scrambled eggs and bacon.

He pops it into his mouth and chews, "See?".

I don't want to eat but my stomach feels otherwise, so I finally give in and eat. As I slowly chew the food I keep my focus solely on the plate. I don't want to look at him. His gaze on me doesn't linger and it is as heavy as the silence that's in the room.

It's making me uncomfortable.

Once I am done eating, I drink the orange juice, my parched throat relishes the cool, soothing feeling it brings. Being drugged sure does make you thirsty.

The silence in the room becomes too much for me to bear, coupled with his stare, I almost want the ground to swallow me or have my body dissipate into a million microscopic pieces.

So I do what I know is best, I ask him about his motive, "Why are you doing this?".

His brown eyes seem to soften at my question, "Because I love you".

No you don't, I mentally say to him.

"Why kidnap me? Why work with Belle?", the frustration starts to rise within me. This is not okay. It's unfair and inhumane to take someone away from their entire life.

"This is the only way I can have you", he looks away from me for the first time since I sat down.

I follow his gaze and look out through the window onto the yard. He had the curtains drawn open while I was in the closet. From what I can tee, we are pretty far out from the city. All I see is trees and only trees.

Where the heck is this place?

After a few seconds of silence I resume with my questioning, "Paul, I have a life. I have friends and family that are probably worried sick about me".

I stare into the side of his face as he looks away. I study his profile, Paul is an extremely good looking guy. He could get any girl he wanted.

Why is he obsessed with me?

"People are going to look for me. Alex-",

His head turns so fast at the mention of Lex's name. His dark gaze cuts me off. He looks furious.

"Don't mention that man's name here".

I scoff. "Or what?". At this point I don't care if he drugs me again. I'm pissed off and I don't care about his feelings.

He stands from the chair and looks down at me. Anger radiating off from him in waves. He actually looks kind of pink. Like a volcano that's about to explode.

I match his glare with my own, filled with the same intensity, "He's going to find me. Alexander is going to co-".

He backhands me right across my left cheek. My head whips so fast to the side. The metalic taste of blood fills my mouth as I have grazed my tongue on my teeth because of the hardness of the slap.

Tears start to blur my vision but I refuse to let them fall. I am not going to give the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

A part of me wants to jump up from this chair and fight him, but the rational part of me knows that I can never take a man his size on and I would just be bringing more trouble and physical pain towards myself.

So I turn to face him and hold a hand to my stinging cheek. Remorse seems to be clouding his face. I get up from the chair and run into the bathroom. I lock myself in there until I hear the bedroom door open and then close.

His handprint on my face. My cheek is actually red and it is starting to swell. I can't believe he hit me.

Paul, hit me!

I twist the water knob on the tap and splash water on my face to calm the heat that is consuming my cheek. I grab a towel and dry myself off before leaving the bathroom and crawling into bed.

Hours pass as I lay thinking of Lex, my family and my friends who are most definitely worried about my whereabouts. All I want is to be back home, surrounded by the people I love and away from this nightmare that I find myself trapped in.

Lunch time comes and goes. Paul doesn't bring me anything to eat. For someone who claims that he loves me, he sure is a terrible person towards me.

In the period of twenty four hours, I have been drugged, physically violated and now I am being starved. All by a person who claims to care for me.

As the clock ticks by I continue thinking, since I have nothing better to do with my time. I can't escape because I'm locked in here like some zoo animal.

My mind drifts and wonders of the times that I have always gotten creeped out by Paul when he was around me. The lingering looks whenever he came over to his father's restaurant. He was always too friendly with me, way friendlier than he was to any other staff member. Even the way he would constantly be finding an excuse to touch me.

That time he offered to take me home and knew where I lived without me even giving him the directions.

Realisation hits me like a brick.

Has Paul been stalking me?

He's the eyes that I've been feeling on me.

The sound of an opening door pulls me out of my racing thoughts. The wicked witch of the west struts her way in, looking as smug and confident as ever.

Gosh, I hate her.

Before I pounce on her and drag her by her hair, her partner in crime walks in behind her.

"Don't do anything stupid", he says to me, as if he can hear my thoughts.

He turns to look at her, "You have five minutes", then he walks out of the bedroom and leaves Belle and I alone.

The shiny glint of something on her left hand catches my attention. She's wearing my engagement ring. I thought that I lost it while they were hauling my unconscious body away. Her eyes sparkle when she sees where my gaze is directed.

"I told you it will look better on me".

She has the nerve to laugh. Like a full on belly laugh at my expense.

A smirk stays planted on her face as she gloats, "I have the ring, now I'm going to get my man and my house back". She giggles once more and I can't honestly handle listening to her any longer.

Throwing caution into the wind and disregarding Paul's warning to me, I cross the distance from the bed and lunge at her.

I manage to grab a handful of her hair, before she screams at Paul to come stop me. I hold on to her blonde locks like they are a lifeline and I'm dangling at the edge of a cliff.

Paul quickly emerges from the door and tries to pry my hands away from Belle. She is screaming like a banshee as I finally lose my grip. Her hair is a wild mess and a smile forms on my face as I see there are a few strands left on each of my hands.

Good luck with being bald.

Her chest heaves as she fixes her sharp gaze on me. Still feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins, I mock lunge at her just to scare her and it works because she flinches.

"Leave!", Paul barks at her.

"I'll leave when I want to.", she moves her glare from me to the man holding me back from scratching her eyes out. "Don't forget Paul, I gave her to you".

I feel his body tense against mine. He is getting pissed at her. "Belle...Leave", he says once more.

She looks back at me, "You think that you're so good don't you?". The smirk on her face makes my hands itch to pull at her hair again.

What the hell is she talking about?

The confusion on my face seems to please her as she fixes her hair, "You're just like me".

I scowl at her, "I'm nothing like you".

She scoffs, "Oh really now?" she walks away further into the bedroom and settles on the armchair Paul sat in earlier.

Paul senses how my body has calmed down and he reluctantly lets go of me. He somehow trusts that I won't pounce at her again.

"You must think I'm dumb."

"I don't think, I know you're dumb". My energy is drained, I want to lay down again. I'm probably feeling weak because the idiot next to me did not feed me anything in hours.

I don't sit down though. I keep my stance and stare at the bimbo that's spouting nonsense.

My comment on her intelligence does not seem to faze her, like I had intended it to. Instead she calmly leans back into the chair and smiles. "Honey, I may be a cheater. But you're a homewrecker".

"I saw the lovesick puppy eyes that you would make at him". She stands from the chair and walks towards me. Paul stays rooted next to me. I think it's more for her safety rather than mine.

"You have some nerve thinking that you're better than me when you kissed Alex while I was under the same roof".

My stomach drops at her words.

How does she know about that night?

"Oh", she says as she sees my reaction visible on my face. "You thought I didn't know. That I wouldn't find out...Sweetie, I saw the whole thing."

How?

I practically think out loud as she answers, "I'm not one to snoop around but...I saw him make a beeline for your room. At first I thought my eyes were fooling me but then I took a peek through the door and I saw you draped all over him like some horny teenager".

"Why didn't you stop us then? Why didn't you confront him?"

I know if that was me in her shoes , I would have busted into the room and caused a scene.

"My dear Rosalie", she purrs. "I knew that even though I was with Matteo on the side, I had to think of the bigger picture".

"So Alexander was your end game?", I ask, as the motive of her plan to be with Lex starts to make sense. Why he would go to such lengths to persuade Paul into doing this.

I know for a fact that he would have never come up with this plan by himself. She tapped into his weakness and obsession with me and used it to her advantage.

She snaps her fingers in my direction, "Precisely! And now that you're out of the way. I can be with him again". She calmly sighs, and has a dreamy look on her face.

Matteo's words echo in my mind "She's crazy".

"Belle doesn't like losing"

Well... he is right about one thing. The girl is two drumsticks short of a bucket full of crazy. She is clearly unhinged.

She leaves right after, Paul following her and once again leaving me in a locked bedroom. I've been here for a day and I'm already losing my mind.

It's not that I hate being alone, but I hate being alone with my thoughts. My mind races and goes to the people in my life who are dying of worrying about me.

An hour later, Paul walks in the room with another tray filled with food. This time it has two plates filled with a delicious looking meal.

"Come sit", he says as he places the plates down on the table where I had breakfast. He places two glasses filled with red wine and then dims the lighting in the room.

Is he trying to woo me?

To make me see him in a different light? To see him as someone other than the crazy guy who kidnapped me?

I shuffle my feet forward and sit facing him. He waits for me to eat before he joins me. We sit and eat in silence for a few minutes until he breaks it with what sounds like a very poor excuse for an apology.

"I'm sorry". He plainly says.

Sorry?

He thinks that one word is going to make everything alright? That it's going to fix everything he's done. Sorry is not going to reverse time and erase the moment he took me away or when he chose to be violent.

"I love you so much Rosalie, and I am sorry for letting my anger get the best of me."

I look at him and for the first time since this whole thing started, I see emotion on his face. The sincerity almost makes me feel sorry for him. It almost makes me accept his apology.

"If you love me so much Paul, then why did you do this to me?".

"Because I knew that you could have never gone for me. You have been so blind to how much I love you. Cain doesn't deserve you".

"But you do?" I ask to which he nods.

I cannot believe his way of thinking.

"You don't hit someone you love. And you definitely don't take them away from their family.".

Pushing the plate of food away from me, I stand up and go sit on the bed. Drawing my knees to my chest, I lay my forehead on my hands. The tears that I have held at bay, spill on the sleeves of the hoodie I'm wearing.

I feel the bed dip as he sits next to me. He places his cold hand on my shoulder. I feel the cold through two layers of clothing and it strikes me at how much of a far contrast his temperature is from Lex's.

Alexander is always warm, even on a cold day. This makes the sob I've been holding in erupt from my tightly clamped lips. I sit there and cry, letting all the feelings of frustration and anger out through my tear ducts.