Addicted to Captive Love The Mafia Godfather’s Substitute Heiress Chapter 05

Addicted to Captive Love The Mafia Godfather’s Substitute Heiress Chapter 05

Celandine’s POV

Thierry quickly replied to his work messages, then sent a short update in the family group chat to let everyone know he was safe.

Only then did he lift his eyes and look at me.

He sighed, his voice unusually calm.

“Celandine, come here. Let’s talk.”

“We may not be related by blood, but we were raised together for all these years. Why would you think of me that way?”

“Did I do something that made you misunderstand? Or did Briony coming home scare you?”

“Papa and Madre talked to me about it. You and Briony are both Wynn girls. This family can afford one more daughter.”

I bit my lip and stayed silent for a long time.

Why did I like Thierry?

When I was fifteen, a blood feud broke out between our family and a rival family, and I was kidnapped. They locked me in an abandoned warehouse, held a knife to my throat, and filmed a ransom video to send to the Wynns.

After that, I was blindfolded, bound hand and foot, and shut inside a dark shipping container.

Thierry was the one who came for me alone, covered in blood.

He even took a bullet to save me.

He let out a muffled groan, blood streaking his lean face, but he still held me tightly in his arms.

“Don’t be scared, Celandine. I’m here.”

I buried my face against his chest and sobbed until I could barely breathe.

That year, I developed panic disorder.

Every time one hit, I would stay awake all night.

The only way I could calm down was by staying near Thierry.

I clung to him at meals, and even when he went out, I insisted on following him.

Later, I even wanted to sleep in the same bed as him.

And then what?

The hollow space in my chest grew bigger and bigger. I wanted more. I wanted to possess more of him.

Until the day Briony came home.

Only then did I finally understand.

What I felt for Thierry was not a sister’s attachment to the man she had grown up calling her brother.

It was a woman’s love for a man.

I wanted to be his lover.

I slowly lifted my head and said quietly, “Thierry, no one put this idea in my head.”

“There’s something wrong with me. That’s why I fell for you.”

I looked at him pleadingly.

“Thierry, since we’re not actually related, could you like me even a little?”

“Even just a little bit?”

Thierry looked at me for a long time.

In the end, he sighed.

“Celandine, there’s someone I love. There has been for a very, very long time.”

“…”

That night, I did not know how I made it home.

The cab stopped in front of the Wynn estate, and cold rain was falling from the sky.

When my feet touched the ground, my knees nearly gave out.

Thierry’s words kept circling in my mind.

He loved someone else.

And what had I done to him?

I had locked him up for three days, stripped off his clothes, straddled him, and kissed him on the mouth.

My cheeks burned as if someone had slapped me.

My stomach churned with nausea.

To him, I must have looked like a pathetic clown.

I must have looked like a ridiculous, disgusting, perverted girl he had grown up calling his sister.

The lights were on inside the Wynn estate.

Warm amber light spilled from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

I stood quietly at the foot of the steps for a while.

At least I still had a home.

Even though I was the daughter they had raised by mistake, Papa and Madre had not thrown me out.

Madre had even called me Principessa that night.

I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

Voices drifted from the dining room.

Instinctively, I softened my footsteps.

The light cast a long shadow across the floor.

Then Papa’s weary voice reached me.

“We should never have claimed Celandine as our daughter.”

A crack of thunder split the sky.

The rain came down harder.

So I did not belong in this home either.