Hearing his remarks regarding the matter of her potent abduction, Stella couldn't help herself from letting out a chuckle. "You have lost it. You have completely lost your mind." She didn't want to lash out on him to enrage him in any way, but given the circumstances, she couldn't stop herself from doing so. How sick a person had to be to turn a blind eye to all the deaths he had caused?
"I know you are angry at me at the time, but everything will be fine for us soon, love. I know just the way to make all of this right, and you will definitely be more than happy after that." After saying his part, he got off from the ground and made his way towards the built-in closet in the room and took something out from the small locker in there before hiding it away from her line of sight. After shutting the two brown partitions close, he made his way back to Stella who was still sitting in the chair.
Reaching to his previous spot before her, he came to a stop and got down on his right knee once again. He extended his fisted right palm towards her while looking up at her with a tender gaze. Slowly, he loosened up his hold and uncurled his fingers one by one. The corners of his lips curled upwards as he pushed his opened palm closer to her.
A small, red velvet box which could easily fit his fisted palm, stared back at Stella. Her hazel orbs jumped from the box to the man before they jumped back to the box. Just from the huge grin tugging at the corners of his lips, Stella could tell where the conversation was heading to. His earlier words about proposing to her at the banquet rang an alarming siren in her mind with the blaring red letters of warning flashing before her eyes.
"This is why I got a little late in coming to you. I had to make a quick stop at a jewellery store on my way here. Though I already had a ring prepared for you, I knew it wouldn't go well with your taste. Since you are a fan of big rocks, I got you this." Clearing his throat, he opened the lid of the small box.
A frown marred her forehead, as she shifted her eyes from the box to the back of her left hand and then back to the opened box where an oval shape diamond was resting in the centre. The more she stared at the glimmering rock, the more she started to worry about her safety.
The ring which was nestled neatly in the box seemed to be a replica of the ring which Adam had gifted to her when he disappeared. The only difference she could was the size of the diamond as it clearly was bigger in size. Her thoughts were a jumble as she didn't know what to make of his actions.
"I knew you would like this ring much more than the one you have currently on your ring finger. Talking about it, let's get rid of that first." He spoke up and extended his free hand towards her left one.
Seeing through his words Stella got up from the chair swiftly, pushing it back with her movements. "Are you crazy? Oh, wait! You are." She gritted through her teeth as his actions alone were to rile her anger up. "Keep your hands off me." She spat out as she could no longer hold back.
"Alright!" Taylor raised both of his hands up in the air in submission. Getting up from the floor, he took a couple of steps back just to put some distance in between her and himself.
"I don't mean you any harm, Stella. But you aren't thinking about wearing both of these rings at the same time. That option is off the table. I will get you another one, but you need to get rid of that one, sweetheart." He continued in a tender voice as he showed her the box again.
"I haven't even said yes to you. Aren't you thinking too far into the future?" Stella frowned. "And no matter what, I am not saying yes to a crazy person."
"I know it must be hard for you to get used to your new life, but everything will be fine when we leave this place. It will be just the two of us in our new home, far away from this place." He gave her a smile before pulling his phone out and dialed a number.
"How are things at the airport?" He spoke into the phone's speaker, but didn't divert his eyes away from her figure. "Keep everything ready. We will be there soon." He waited for a couple of seconds and nodded his head slightly at the other person's response before disconnecting the call.
Shifting his attention back to her, he spoke up. "If you need time to develop feelings for me and say yes to me, then you can take as much time as you need, my love, but just not here. We need to leave before that so-called brother of yours starts looking for you." He took a step closer to her.
"I am not going anywhere with you." Stella stood her ground and refused to listen to the man because she knew if she let him take her out of this city, then in no way Adam would be able to locate her. For all she knew, he might even take her to a private island which couldn't be tracked back to him.
"I am sorry, but you don't get to have a say in that matter." He gave her an apologetic look as he took another step towards her.
Seeing him getting closer to herself, Stella instinctively took a couple of steps back until the back of her legs made a contact with the bedside table. "You do realize that you cannot marry a woman who's married to someone else already." She spoke up as she tried to shift his attention to another topic. She couldn't let him have things his way.
"What marriage are you talking about?" Her words irked the man, and his tender expressions were replaced by an annoyed one. "He's already dead. You are nothing but a widow, my love. A widow who still uses his family name and enjoys his wealth. You can take my family name and enjoy my wealth too." His lips curled up in a sinister smile.
"I don't care about your wealth or your family name. I don't want to deal with either of them. As for him, I definitely care about both, his wealth and family name. And I am not willing to give up on either of them." She gave him a lop-sided grin and replied to him without giving away too much information. It was better for her if the man continued to think that Adam was dead.
She moved her hands behind her and tried to reach the lamp which was resting on the bedside table. "My name is Stella Levinson. And that's the name which will be written on gravestone." She added as she grabbed the shaft of the lamp.
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