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Chapter 11: A.r.r.e.s.t

"Cain!"

Lianne stood up quickly as soon as she recognized him. The necklace in her hand dangled wildly in response --- a reaction that was comparable to her heartbeat, drumming wildly against her rib cage.

"Ahh...you saying my name is music to my ears, Lianne," he commented, pleased, but exuding aura that wasn't like earlier when he was in front of her friends.

"I suppose you don't know how to knock?" Lianne glared at him, her sarcastic tone clear.

"This door is already open Lianne, and also, I'm not used to knocking. All doors are opened for me," he said with greater sarcasm.

'I know what I ask and I mean the door in the living room!' that thought crossed her mind. Lianne wanted to ask him this but chose a different question instead.

"Why were you able to come inside anyway?"

Cain shrugged his shoulders.

"I used the key of course. I made it a point to ask for it before I listed your reservations here." An arrogant grin was evident on his face as he waited for Lianne to realize.

"Of course..." she gritted her teeth. "How typical of you for a CEO. So you're the one who is responsible for putting us here in this cabin."

Cain's eyes twinkled. Plan A - a success. "Yes, and it is my pleasure. Didn't I tell you earlier that I'd like to 'catch up with you?'"

Lianne scrunched up her nose. 'I should have known. Now what do I do?' she voiced out to herself.

A battle was quickly building up inside her. A battle of emotions. She was scared of what might come. He was after all alone with her again. With what happened in the third floor room that night, there was no telling if he'd do the same to her again.

"I'd like to go out now, Cain. If you want to 'catch up' with me, then let's go outside the cabin. Let's talk there," she suggested but Cain was quick to contradict. He just smirked again and then closed the door.

A wave of panic suddenly flooded inside her.

"What's the hurry Lianne? The camp show hasn't started yet. Having you here is an opportunity I don't want to lose."

Lianne's brows furrowed, her ire growing by the minute. "What? So you could molest me again?!" she snapped, sending him a cold glare.

Cain chuckled lightly. "I have definitely made an impression hadn't I?" he answered. He stepped closer to her and clicked his tongue. "Good. Don't forget it, Lianne."

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POV: Lianne Deivin

He looked like a snake. Slithering his way on me. And I don't even like snakes! I fear them. Just like how I fear whatever he has in mind for me. I stepped backward to avoid him but I was already trapped between him and the coffee table pressed against the wall, right below the sole window of the room.

I shifted my head to the side when he touched my cheek, tracing the contour of my jawline to my chin.

I sent sharp glares on his way. 'Don't you dare!' was my message. I'm sure he got it, but he seemed to take it as a challenge.

"Ahhh... you're so beautiful Lianne. Fate truly is smiling down on me," he stated. "Who would have known that the necklace in your hand truly holds great power to even give us a second chance in life?"

'Huh?' My mouth fell down. Now he was talking gibberish.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I simply answered, having no inkling as to what he was saying.

"Lianne, remember me and remember well."

He inched closer, trapping me more from my state.

I stopped breathing for a moment, my lungs feeling almost nonexistent. Inside my head, I searched for ways on how to escape his attention. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any, but there was always the best kind of defense any woman could use: a kick on the balls.

He brushed my shoulder and trailed his hand down my arm, taking the necklace from my grasp. Commonsense and my bad experience with him told me I should be kicking his balls right about now, but I restrained myself...for now. I couldn't explain it but he somehow emitted a brotherly vibe on me and strong enough that I allowed him the benefit of the doubt. Plus, this could be my chance. I could actually ask him what he knew about the woman on the painting that looked like me.

His free hand suddenly turned me over to face the window. Now, my back was against his chest making me vulnerable to whatever he would do.

I tried to spin around to face him but he stopped me. "Stay still, Lianne," he said and then I saw the necklace in front of me. "I'm just putting this on you."

Like a typical woman's reaction, I stilled. Despite not wanting the necklace, the curiosity of what it would feel like wearing the same necklace on that painting won me over.

A shiver ran through my spine when he gently brushed my hair exposing my nape. I felt his warm breath on my skin the whole time as he clicked the locks into place.

Then he spun me around effortlessly like I was a puppet on a string.

"Good, you now look just like in the past," he commented with a sincere smile. I didn't even expect he could pull out such an expression on his face with him acting like a villain.

My heart leaped for a second. I was at a loss for words. I was actually ready to spit my caustic words out, but with that show of kindness, it became hard for me.

I directed my eyes down, then touched the point of the pendant, encircling the whole thing with my thumb. Suddenly, it gave off a little bit of what felt like electricity on my thumb. I was surprised.

Quickly dropping the pendant, I raised my face to look at him.

"This pendant is from her, is it not? Why give it to me?" I asked, pertaining to the woman on the painting. Although all of my questions were still unanswered, I wasn't dumb not to see that the necklace belonged to her.

"Please don't confuse me with someone else," I added, furrowing my brows.

"Oh Lianne," Cain shook his head whilst planting a palm on my cheek. "But you are her," he simply revealed.

"Huh, don't be ridiculous," I broke out a half-contained smile.

A sudden chill crawled down my spine as I saw him look at me with great intensity.

"Then Lianne, that is why I will let you remember."

The moment he said those words, I knew I was treading on thin ice.

'Shit!' I cursed in my thoughts.

If only I was that quick, I could have blocked his advance, but he enclosed my arms on both sides and quickly collided his lips on mine....

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POV: Cain Von Cavill

Honestly, I didn't care at all if Lianne remembers the past or not. I have contemplated many times after our first meeting, if she were to remember me, I can only hope that these would be good ones. I know for sure I had hurt her in the past and those could be traumatic memories for her. If she were to remember them, she would hate me again surely.

Right now, I am just contented. Planning to woo her until her helpless new heart would beat only for me -- that's my game plan. However, I have to do this fast. Ruen is out there. I know. Just out there somewhere. He is the only hindrance I have in this lifetime.

Talk about this lifetime.

I actually like it. I was already born rich with parents heirs to a multibillion company. Money, fame and power at the palm of my hands. Of course I wasn't a typical rich kid, but it all became clear to me that I truly wasn't typical when my memories of the past began to return bit by bit. Now, I believe in reincarnation. But I sometimes wonder if Lianne's emerald stone had something to do with this twist of fate.

At first I thought I was crazy. But I can't deny the girl that was constantly in my head is real. Year after year, until my twenty-ninth birthday, all became tangible when I found the emerald necklace in a museum next to my newly built skyscraper in the middle of Since City. An urge never left me then. An urge to hold her. To kiss her. To take her... just like what I am doing now.

I pushed her down the mattress only intended for one occupant. But no bother. The space, I care less. Anyway, I would be on top her seconds from now.

"Lianne, be mine," I spoke the only words that appeared in my head.

It almost felt like I was beginning to get an upper hand with her seemingly compliant with my kisses, but then something hit my groin and a shooting pain immediately made me double over and groan.

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POV: Lianne Deivin

When Cain kissed me, it was a trigger. I was lost in reality for a moment. I saw rows of pictures of him and me in my mind. It was just a few seconds, but it was enough.

His hair was short then as oppose to it a little long now. He had the same handsome face and the same body built. Based on the pictures in my head, it was to my understanding that we were friends...good friends. He looked friendly and even beamed a really beautiful smile on me.

I don't know where these memories came from but it felt real. This version of Cain felt real.

When my consciousness returned, I found myself already lying on the mattress with him on top me, caressing me.

My pulse quickened and my eyes rounded, and before I could stop myself, my knees launched forward and hit his groin.

Judging from how he cringed, he was totally in pain, so I used this chance to escape.

I pushed him out of my way, able to quickly exit the cabin with ease. I heard him call me from my room but I didn't care to look back. I was hell bent on leaving. Maybe if I hadn't defended myself, he would have tried his ardor on me again just like before.

I ran and ran as fast as I could into the woods near my cabin. I want to be as far away from him as possible to clear my head, but for some reason, tears flowed down my eyes. It was unwilling to stop.

Then I felt as if my chest was about to explode. I panted and held onto my blouse like it was my lifeline. As soon as I bent down to catch my breath however, my sight went dark. Darker than the forest floor I was in.

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