Bound by lies Trapped by Desire novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102

Chapter 102

Elena’s POV:

At first, she didn’t hear me. Of course, she wouldn’t. The crowd was too loud, I could barely hear my own voice over the sound of it, let alone hershe was just a fleeting glimpse in the throng. But something compelled me, a strange urgency that hummed beneath my skin, demanding reach out

I called out to her again, louder this time, forcing my voice to cut through the general din like a sharp blade. “Hey!” My hand reached her shoulder on my third shout, a light tap, but enough to make her flinch. She was obviously startled, her shoulders jerking up to her ears as the spun around, her eyes wide, started like a trapped bird.

She looked around, clearly frantic, her gaze darting from me to the swirling mass of students, as if expecting something terrible to materialize. Her breath hitched. “Yes?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper, thin and ready.

i frowned, softening my expression, trying to project calm. “Hey… Remember me? From that day?” Thesitated, then pushed on, my voice lowering to be more confidential “Mind if we talk somewhere private? Just for a minute!”

She looked at me, a flicker of suspicion, or perhaps fear, clouding her eyes. Her hesitation was palpable. But then, after a long, silent moment, the gove tiny, almost imperceptible nod. It was enough.

Her out wasn’t that different from mine, a beige hoodie that looked oversized on her, paired with an ankle length denim skirt that swirled around ankles Where I wore a dark grey hoodie and cargo pants.

Her dark hair, fine and straight, was mostly hidden beneath the hood, but stray strands framed her face, partially obscuring her features, as if she were trying to disappear into herself. There was a quietness about her, a fragility that resonated with something deep inside me.

We made our way through the congested hallway, pushing against the flow of students until we finally reached the relative quiet of the university’s main

“There’s a cafeteria across the road,” I offered, gesturing with my chin. “We could grab some coffee, if you want? It’s usually pretty quiet there this time of day.” I tried to make my tone as inviting as possible, a casual offer, not a demand.

She looked at the bustling street, then back at me, her fingers nervously picking at the hem of her sleeve. “No,” she said, her voice still low, almost a whisper. “Thank you, But… what is it you want, really? You don’t have to beat around the bush.” Her eyes, when they metinine, were guarded, wary, as if she expected a trick. The directness of her question, stripped of any pretense, made me uncomfortable. I hadn’t anticipated such a blunt approach.

My own discomfort aside, I pressed on, realizing I hadn’t even thought to ask her name. “You’re right,” I said, a small, awkward laugh escaping my lips. *I’m sorry just…I don’t even know your name.”

Her shoulders stiffened imperceptibly. “Miele,” she offered, her voice barely audible over the distant traffic.

“Mielle,” I repeated, letting the name settle on my tongue. “It’s a beautiful name.” She blushed faintly at that, a splash of color across her pale cheeks

Then, to my surprise, her demeanor shifted. She became visibly frantic, her hands clenching into fats at her sides. “Look, Elena,” she blurted out, her words tumbling over each other in a rush, “I’ll stay away from Dmitri, okay? I promise. Whatever happened, it won’t happen again” Her eyes, wide and pleading, darted around, as if expecting him to appear out of thin air

the, trying to soothe her I frowned, genuinely confused by her sudden panic. “I’m not telling you to stay away from anyone, Mielle,” I said, my vo frayed nerves. “Although… Dmitri isn’t the nicest gy. He’s… complicated. It’s your own private matter what you guys do. I just wanted to ask if you’re okay. You seemed…well, it just sort of seemed to the like you were afraid that day. In the janitor’s closet.” The memory of her flashed vividly in my mind.

Her shoulders visibly stiffened at the inention of that day, as if the words themselves physically constrained her. A cold dread seeped into my bones, affirming my gut feeling that something truly awful had happened. She looked away, her gaze food on the bustling street, anything but me

“Please,” I tried again, stepping a little closer, lowering my voice further. “Please don’t be afraid. If something’s wrong or those guys were messing with you, then you can tell me, okay?” I knew I was grasping at straws, offering comfort could barely provide for myself, it was stupid, I didn’t even know this girl, but the urge to protect her was overwhelming My own life was a chaotic mess, spiraling out of control, but in this moment, looking at Mills, felt a strange sense of strength, I knew that if suspected those guys of truly harassing her, of putting her in a situation she didn’t want to be in 7 could just tell Nikolai Or even Sergei It’s not like I was asking for help for myself.

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Chapter 102

A person like Mielle seemed like she would break at the slightest wrong touch. I didn’t know why, small, lost cat I’d stumbled upon

felt a sort of kinship towards her, like she was

Mielle, however, shook her head roughly, a frantic denial, her hair swaying around her face like a curtain. “No, no, I’m completely fine,”

voice tight, strained, “Whatever happened was my own fault. … I was careless And anyways, it’s the last day of university, right? It’s not a good idea to cause any trouble.” She offered a wide, forced smile, a desperate attempt to reassure me, or perhaps herself, that everything was perfectly normal it was a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

My lips pressed into a thin line. It would be useless to continue pursuing this. Her eyes were glazed over with a defensive stubbornness, a clear refusal to engage further. She wasn’t going to confide in me, not here, not now. But I couldn’t just walk away, not alter seeking her out.

“Okay,” I said, conceding the point, letting out a small sigh. “Then… would you like in join me for some cake and coffee paused, then added, trying to make it sound appealing, almost a plea for companionship. “To celebrate the last day of Unit I was heading over to the cafe across the street anyway. It’s always nice to have company on days like these purposefully made it sound like I was lonely, like she’d be taking pity on me if she agreed. It was a calculated risk, a small manipulation, but I desperately wanted to connect with her. If I left it at this then I had a feeling that I was going to get it

Mielle seemed to ponder it for a long while, her gare fired on the ground, her brow furrowed in thought. I watched her, holding my breath, unsure if the would accept, if she would trust me enough. Then, slowly, she lifted her head, a hesitant nod. “It’s… alright,” she said, her voice a Ettle stronger this time, a sliver of genuine relief in her eyes. “I guess a little celebration wouldn’t hurt.”

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