Chapter IX: When Dreaming Ends

Satine said shakily, rising to her feet. What are you--

Stop it, Satine. A cruel gleam appeared in his eyes. Or should I say the Sparkling Diamond? Satine raised her chin in defiance.

You have no proof. Your father needs the money, who do you think he'll believe? He'll believe what he wants to believe, Peter. Peter inclined his head to her and she coolly stared at him.

Good point. . .but not one that I've failed to consider. He smiled lopsidedly, but the hardness of it sent chills up Satine's spine. He doesn't need the money that much. . .well, or so he thinks.

Satine hissed angrily. She saw what was happening. Peter, in charge of his father's finances. . . What can you possibly hope to gain by this? she said calmly enough. You won't get the money, it'll go to charity.

You're discovered, Peter said casually. He loses the money, loses the business, loses the house, most likely. He'll force your beloved husband to pay back every cent and ruin him and you. . .honestly, Satine, do I have to go on?

What do you want? Satine asked coldly. Peter let her sit in silence for a few moments before speaking.

I want at least half of whatever you get after giving it to father. You can arrange it-- Christian's so stupid in financial matters.

And. . .? Satine asked tightly. Or have you not discovered what else you want? He fixed his eyes on her.

Oh, I already know that, he said calmly. I want you.

Satine hissed, drawing away from him.

Don't pretend to be virtuous, Satine, he said dryly. I know every sordid detail about your past. One night, that's all it will take.

Go hire yourself a whore, Satine said disdainfully.

That's what I thought I was doing. Satine raised a hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist in his hand.

Don't bother fighting it, Satine. I'll win.

How can you be so sure? Satine choked out, trying to free herself from his grip.

I always do, he said, almost casually, and released her so that she flew against the bed. He walked out, leaving her stunned. She buried her face in her hands. She knew only too well how easily Peter had trapped her. If she were to say no. . .it would ruin so many people. Christian's entire family. . .and Christian. Satine rose and walked purposefully over to the window. Her fingers fumbled as she released the curtain. She had been a fool to ever believe that she would be free.

Harold's voice echoed in her head.

We're creatures of the underworld, Satine. . .we can't afford to love.

Today's the day
When dreaming ends. . .

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Author's Note: Own the same things as always. Sorry about the shorter chapters and the cliffhanger. . .but I'll update soon! Or will I. . .? ;)

Songs used:
One Day I'll Fly Away--Guess.

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I own freaking well nothing. Except all of Christian's family minus the dad.

Songs used:
--Funny Girl
Dreaming of You--Selena