Weston stood by the bed with his back facing Stella. His tall frame blocked the dim light. His broad
shoulders, strong waist, and firm, defined muscles on his body outlined by his nightshirt gave off the
impression of a savage beast that lurked in the dark.
Stella heard his cold voice say, "You are mine until the day you die, Stella.”
“I don’t care whether you think this is a house or a cage," he continued.
“You are still not allowed to go anywhere without my permission.” He then left the room.
Stella just lay there without moving an inch.She heard him open the door to the study and then closed
it.
After that, the whole house fell into complete silence.
Stella turned over to the other side and shut her eyes.
A tear slid down the corner of her eye and down her temple before finally dripping on the pillow.
Weston did what he promised.He locked Stella up in the Stardust Mansion and completely cut her off
from the outside world.
Apart from the psychiatrist , no one else was allowed to talk to her.
Dr.Hayden Quirk often hinted that such conditions would exacerbate Stella's mental condition, only for
Weston to turn a deaf ear.
“As long as she's alive and healthy , I couldn't care less about her mental health.” Those were the exact
words that Weston said.
He didn't care for children either, and besides, Stella wouldn't even let him touch her now, so the
medical researchers he hired to find a way for Stella to have a safe pregnancy seemed pointless.
Yet Weston still sustained them, just as he still kept Stella alive.
In fact, he made sure to give her the best of everything the best food, the best clothes, and objects of
the highest quality were delivered to the Stardust Mansionevery day.He really would do anything for
her…except to set her free.
It seemed Weston had also developed his own mental illness after Stella tried to run away from the
wedding.
He felt an inexhaustible preoccupation with trying to keep Stella within his line of sight at all times.
If she ever came into contact with anyone, an obsessive thought would not fail to unsheath itself.
"Are these people trying to take Stella away from me?" Yet the more forcefully he tried to shackle Stella
to his side, the further the two grew apart.
To the outside world, it was clear that Weston would do anything for Stella.
For her sake, he broke off his engagement to Guinevere .
For her, he had given up his connection to the great Cohen family, and for her, he ignored his own son.
Yet ever since that wedding, the woman who had won over Weston’s heart so much so that he would
do anything just to marry her...totally disappeared from the public eye.
Bradley Lane could not contact her.
Yvonne could not contact her.
Angelina could not contact her.
Even Warren Ford, who had gone to Stardust Mansion to see her, was stopped at the gates as Weston
would not allow,him inside.
Initially, Stella put up a fight against such treatment, but she eventually gave up and stopped resisting.
It seemed she had accepted her fate.
Therapy sessions aside, the only thing she did every day was gardening.
She had taken very good care of the snow rose that Zeta gifted her, perhaps because she was locked
up in the mansion with nothing to do.
Lately, she began buying potted plants of different varieties -some bonsais while some were delicate
flowering plants.
Weston did not mind, though.
As long as she stayed within the mansion's gates, she could do whatever she wanted.
“Cultivating a hobby would do her a lot of good,” even Dr.Quirk agreed.
“It would definitely be beneficial for someone in her current condition.” And so that was how Stella lived
her life, day after day.
She would spend most of her time in the garden watering and caring for her plants, then see the
various doctors that Weston arranged for the day.
Consultation, examination, taking medicine, trying to be intimate…
Each day passed with Stella trapped in such a loop, like a never-ending purgatory with no light at the
end of the tunnel.
But there was one particular bonsai that she watered daily with the utmost care.It was a plant she
would meticulously tend to, every leaf and branch.
Unbeknownst to anyone, Stella had actually kept a pot of oleander.
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