Chapter 3: The Cage Has a King

[Setting: Midnight. After the explosive ballroom incident. Dominic drags Zoya through the dark marble halls of the Brando estate, silence between them louder than any storm.]
zoya sharma
zoya sharma
(struggling in his grip): "Let go of me!"
Dominic Brando mafia
Dominic Brando mafia
(cold, furious): "You don’t get to dance with my enemy and smile like that. You don’t get to make me feel like a jealous fool in my own house."
Dominic Brando mafia
Dominic Brando mafia
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zoya sharma
zoya sharma
(mocking, daring): "Oh? Poor Dominic. The devil’s afraid of being laughed at?"
[He suddenly slams the door open to a private room—dark, bare, with only a velvet chair and locked cabinets.]
Dominic Brando mafia
Dominic Brando mafia
(slamming door shut, voice low and terrifying): "You think this marriage is a joke?"
zoya sharma
zoya sharma
(icy): "I think you are."
[Dominic stalks toward her, slow and deadly. He corners her against the wall.]
Dominic Brando mafia
Dominic Brando mafia
(growling): "You think you’re not mine yet? You think the world cares if you hate me? Every man in that room saw what happens when they even look at you."
zoya sharma
zoya sharma
(chin up): "I will never be yours, Dominic. Not even if you lock me in a cage."
Dominic Brando mafia
Dominic Brando mafia
(voice sharp as a blade): "That’s the thing, Zoya… You’re already in one."
[He opens a drawer, reveals a diamond-studded collar — custom, engraved with her name.]
zoya sharma
zoya sharma
(in horror): "You’re insane."
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Dominic Brando mafia
(smirking, darkly calm): "Insane? Maybe. But this insanity loves you in a way no sane man ever could."
[Zoya lunges forward, SLAPS him. Hard. He doesn’t flinch. He only steps closer.]
Dominic Brando mafia
Dominic Brando mafia
(softly, possessive): "The more you fight, the more I want you."
zoya sharma
zoya sharma
(whispers): "I will burn you to the ground."
Dominic Brando mafia
Dominic Brando mafia
(leans in, whispering back): "Then burn me, baby. But I’ll still rise from the ashes holding your name."
[He turns and walks out, locking the door behind him — leaving her alone, the collar glinting on the velvet chair.]
Narrator (quiet, intense): She burned his bed. He burned her pride. But now, the game wasn’t about fire. It was about who would break first.
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Vedika Chandel

Vedika Chandel

keep it up 👍

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