**A Promise Lost Between Two Worlds by Jaxon Hale Ryder**
The man called out her name repeatedly, each utterance raspy and fragmented, echoing like a wounded creature ensnared in a dire predicament, a haunting cry of hopelessness reverberating in the air.
His imposing figure loomed over Juliette, heavy and oppressive, like a dark mountain casting its shadow over a fragile valley, pinning her down with an unyielding force.
Despite her frantic attempts to wriggle free, the iron grip that held her was unrelenting, as if he sought to merge her essence with his own.
“Let go!” she cried, her voice laced with desperation.
Yet, the pressure only intensified, as if his very being yearned to absorb her into him, to make her a part of himself.
“Get off me!” she pleaded, her heart racing.
“Ezekiel, I can barely breathe!”
At her words, the hand that clutched her waist suddenly relaxed just a fraction, a fleeting glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.
Seizing that moment, Juliette summoned every ounce of strength she had left, pushed him away, and delivered a sharp slap across his face.
“Smack!”
The sound of the slap shattered the eerie silence of the car, a jarring punctuation in the tense atmosphere.
Ezekiel’s head snapped to the side, momentarily stunned by the force of her strike.
Slowly, he turned back to her, his fingertip brushing against the split skin at the corner of his mouth, crimson blood staining his finger like a mark of his own recklessness.
And then, to her horror, he laughed.
Under the dim light, his laughter rang out, wild and unhinged, blood trickling from his broken lips, transforming him into a monstrous figure who had just tasted the thrill of violence.
It was a chilling sight, one that sent shivers down her spine.
“Lunatic,” Juliette spat, her teeth clenched in anger as she turned to wrench open the car door.
But before she could escape, his grip on her wrist tightened once more, this time with an even fiercer resolve.
“Julie,” he said, his voice low and filled with an unsettling intensity.
Juliette felt her patience wearing thin. She yanked her hand free and snapped, “Ezekiel, what exactly do you want from me?”
Ezekiel instinctively lowered his gaze, staring at his now empty palm, his expression a mixture of confusion and frustration.
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When she looked at him, her eyes brimming with tenderness, it was as if the very air around them shifted.
And then, something shifted within him. Ezekiel’s phoenix-like eyes lowered, his heart racing as memories flooded back.
In the past, Juliette’s kindness and gentleness had always been directed towards Giovanni, and he had only been able to bask in her warmth by borrowing that identity.
But now, she had called him “Ezekiel.” She had recognized him, truly seen him for who he was.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his voice dropped to a whisper, heavy with longing.
“Then, let’s go on living as we did before, okay?”
“Julie, you’ve seen it these past three years. I can treat you as well as Giovanni did—care for you, protect you, and… we’re compatible in bed too.”
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Chapter 16
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He paused, his tone softening, almost pleading with her.
“Can we start over? This time, I promise to be even more devoted than before, and I swear I’ll never let you be wronged again.”

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