The next thing she knew was that she was slung on his muscular shoulder. She thrashed her legs, but he carried her as if she weighed no more than a bag of feathers. "Caelum please!" She begged him but he ignored her as he walked through the corridors and into the bedroom. And threw her on the bed. While she was busy recovering her breath, he threw his coat on the floor and started unbuttoning his shirt. "W-what are y-you doing?" she asked. Her face paler than paper. "Exactly what married couples do, love." He said dropping the shirt on the floor, His voice so full of viciousness that she almost choked on them. She dragged herself back on the bed sobbing, "no.." He grabbed her legs and pulled her towards himself. He crawled on top of her. He looked into her terrified eyes and whispered, "You make me do terrible things, my dear Rose." He wiped a stray tear from her chin before grabbing it. "I will bruise your lip and scar your knees and love you too hard.." he brushed his lips on hers, "I will destroy you. And when I leave, You will finally understand why storms are named after humans." ........................... Rosette never had an easy life, and after the death of her mother, when she thought things couldn't get worse, her life started going fully downhill. She was tortured beyond repair in her own house. She could only dream of being loved. She dreamed of getting married and finally breaking free from all these cages, but fate had other plans for her. Her life going totally downhill, turned upside down when she was married to the biggest business tycoon in the city. Will this marriage totally wreck her? Would she ever be able to break free?..
View MoreTHIRD PERSONS POV:The next day Caelum entered his office looking tired. He couldn't sleep a wink last night, all he could think about was the girl in the blue dress. "Ahh man, she's fucking up my schedule" .He whispered to himself.Angela brought him his morning coffee but instead of putting it on his desk like always, she went around the table to hand Caelum the cup herself.Caelum was so busy working that he barely noticed. But Angela had no intentions of stopping there. While handing the coffee she lightly stroked his right hand with her thumb. This action seemed familiar and gave him a very disgusting déjà vu. Caelum looked up at her, she was already bending in front of him in a way that her boobs were just inches away from his touch.But there, there, Angela had made a terrible mistake. Caelum let go of the coffee mug that fell straight at her heels. She screeched. Those heels looked expensive, probably gifted by one of the many men she slept with. Not to mention the hot coffee
ROSETTES POV:After the White family left, my dad offered to drive Libelle back to her campus as he was going that way for business. As I said, dad wasn't home most of the time.I was more than eased and pushed her willingly to go back as to not miss her morning classes.With that, I was quite relieved and decided to take a shower. I came out wearing nothing more than a towel I headed straight for my closet, when I noticed that my door was ajar, I went and closed it when my closet door swung itself open. I wanted to scream but I froze. With the yell trapped in my throat. I saw someone walk out of the closet.Eric!He walked slowly to my side and whispered in my ear, "Didn't you look like a beautiful toy tonight?" sending shivers down my spine. No, No... This couldn't be happening again.My body must have started shaking because he gripped me by the shoulders and whispered, "oh no..shhh shush .." raising my chin up he said, "don't worry, I will be gentle little sister.. you know why I
CAELUM'S POV:I never wanted to come to this useless diner meeting, but who would have thought that even one of the biggest business tycoons would dread an old lady's words.I was so sure that I would be bored to death in this meeting, but then again what choice did I have. Grams made the last call and when I say anything is better than making her angry then grovelling to seek her forgiveness I mean it. When we entered I had a certain picture of this family as grams had associated herself with it. When I saw Mr. Carter, I thought that this family would be a finery, but when I was greeted by his wife, I was more than disgusted. She shook hands with me and rubbed her thumb in a weird way on the back of my thumb while pulling away from the hand. Like hell, I knew what her intentions were. Then coming to her son, Eric carter looked nothing like his father. I did know that Mr. Carter had remarried after the death of his first wife, but this looked disgusting.When he said he had two daug
THIRD PERSON'S POV:Belle was chatting with her dad while Amy was muttering something about another burden being hurled on her head for the night to Eric , who was eyeing the two sisters like a hungry dog. Rose was helping Mrs. Smith with the dishes when the doorbell rang.Mr. Carter and Amy went to get the door while Eric waited in the living room. Rose pulled her sister away into the kitchen , reluctant to let her be alone with Eric for even a second . Belle didn't fight it , she knew her sister would walk on fire with bare legs for her.She started looking at the pots to see if everything was ready."Do you know who's coming?" she asked BelleShe pouted as if trying to remember.. "Oh, Dad said it was the family and owner of White Industries."Rosette's eyes shot up from the soup she was ladling. She worked for White Industries. What if someone recognized her, though the chances were low as she was one of the thousand employees in the office but what if.... So her boss, the biggest
THIRD PERSON'S POV:Rose was dressed in a modest blue cottage core dress, it came a little above her knees and showed a moderate amount of cleavage. Her hair was done in a crown around her head. She had kept her makeup to a minimum and stained her lips a soft pinkish color. Eric looked at her hungrily from the dining table while she arranged the plates.The stare was enough to make her flinch but she dare not do so with Amy around. Her dad was about to come back home. Amy came down the stairs wearing an emerald green colored dress. It hugged her curves just right but the dress wasn't much fitting for a family dinner. Eric wore an olive suit with peach pants and a white shirt. Just then they heard the screech of tires on the gravel outside. Their dad was home. "Is everything ready dear?" Dad came into the room, smiling, and looked at all of us."Yes, dad everything looks lavish and delicious here. I don't think anyone can tell differently" Eric said while
CAELUM'S POV":Working was always the best thing I could do, these files that I had been checking had been edited so well that it had been so much easier to review them. I really wanted to know who wrote it. I rang the small bell on my desk, a moment later my assistant was standing outside knocking at the door."Come in Angela""Anything you need boss?" she also meowed in her seductive voice.I gave her a disgusted look and asked "Who edited these files?""I did sir. Aren't they good?" she smiled obnoxiously bright for someone who was outrightly lying.Just by looking at her freshly manicured nails, I could tell that she hadn't touched the keyboard in a while, which didn't really bother me because the only reason I kept her around was due to her ability to get work done. She was good at manipulating people into doing the work she assigned and keep a tab on everything including my work meetings.I gave her a cold look, her smile crumbled from her glossy lips. Today she had crossed her
(ten years later)ROSSETE'S POV:I stared at the cloudless sky, the air was chilly yet not a sign of snow clouds. About a month was left for Libelle to give her finals . All I could hope for her to be happy and never come back to this place . I got up from the park bench . The early morning sun didn't help much with the cold either. I smiled at how terrified Belle was of giving her finals . She had clung on the phone call forever to find comfort .It felt good to know that the things that scared her were as simple as that. I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home .My mom had died when I was 15, Belle was only 11 at that time. And just when I thought things couldn't get worse ,our dad married again . At first I thought that maybe Belle and I could find comfort in her , that she would at least try to be good to us , but my worse fears came true . It took just one meeting for me to judge that , She was no kind lady , she had a son two years older than me , who
For those, who are not 'enough'...You are the ocean. You drown 'enough'. ............THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL, ABUSIVE, AND VIOLENT CONTENT. HENCEFORTH, I ADVISE YOU TO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS ABOUT THE ABOVE-MENTIONED TOPICS. THE AUTHOR OR THE READERS DO NOT SUPPORT ANY FORM OF ABUSE OR RAPE. THESE ARE GRAVE CRIMES AND SHOULD NEVER BE ENCOURAGED. ..............................................................Walking home from school was always a sinking feeling for her heart. But today it was different, Every step she took reminded her of her sprained ankle and an empty stomach. Her brown hair reaching her shoulders were all tangled, her face looked pale, her lips, nose, and cheeks seemed to have become a deeper shade of pink and her hazel eyes were so dark they could be brown. Her blue sweater wasn't helping with the cold and her feet were heavy like logs of wood. Her ankle strained everytime she put her weight on it causing her to hiss and wince at the p
For those, who are not 'enough'...You are the ocean. You drown 'enough'. ............THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL, ABUSIVE, AND VIOLENT CONTENT. HENCEFORTH, I ADVISE YOU TO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS ABOUT THE ABOVE-MENTIONED TOPICS. THE AUTHOR OR THE READERS DO NOT SUPPORT ANY FORM OF ABUSE OR RAPE. THESE ARE GRAVE CRIMES AND SHOULD NEVER BE ENCOURAGED. ..............................................................Walking home from school was always a sinking feeling for her heart. But today it was different, Every step she took reminded her of her sprained ankle and an empty stomach. Her brown hair reaching her shoulders were all tangled, her face looked pale, her lips, nose, and cheeks seemed to have become a deeper shade of pink and her hazel eyes were so dark they could be brown. Her blue sweater wasn't helping with the cold and her feet were heavy like logs of wood. Her ankle strained everytime she put her weight on it causing her to hiss and wince at the p...
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