Love is a strange emotion. It's known to be destructive, yet one can't prevent it from causing self-destruction. It begins as a subtle tickle and evolves into a colossal lump in your throat. You can't shake it off; you can't breathe, and the pain is relentless. Yet, despite it all, you don't let go. You linger there, suffocating, until every cell in your body surrenders.Last night was magical. Shraf had this dark side with him all along and I had no clue. I didn't know the person that was with me last night and I don't know the person sleeping beside me right now. He is so peaceful in his sleep, his long lashes casting a shadow on his gorgeous face , some of his jet black hair scattered on his forehead giving him a messy yet so handsome appearance. It was a strange contrast, to see him so gentle in his sleep after the intensity of his actions just hours ago. Conflicting emotions swirled inside me as I lay there, nestled against him. Part of me longed for the passion and pleasure he co
After Shraf was done, I felt completely wiped out, my body aching and exhausted. I slept like a log for the rest of the day, not waking up until it was already late in the evening. As I opened my eyes, I realized I was in a different bed. My hair was damp and clean, as if someone had taken the time to give me a bath and put me in fresh pajamas. Could it have been Shraf, my husband? The fact that there was no one else in the villa besides him seemed to confirm it, but I couldn't believe it. Shraf had never been the caring type, especially not towards me. The few times we've been intimate in the past few years, he definitely wasn't this attentive. It just doesn't add up. As I slowly got out of bed, I took a moment to survey the room. The only source of light came from a dimly lit lamp on the bedside table. Though my body felt refreshed after the bath, my mind was far from at ease. I couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that lingered in the air. Taking hesitant steps, I made my way
After enjoying the night, I said my goodbyes to my friends and walked towards the villa. As I caught sight of Shraf's tense shoulders and piercing gaze, my heart skipped a beat. His possessive and demanding tone sent shivers down my spine as he demanded, "Where were you?"I tried to brush him off, responding dismissively, "Out with friends."But Shraf wasn't willing to let me go so easily. He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer, his voice laced with a hint of anger. "Do you have any fucking idea how worried I was?!"I could feel the weight of his words bearing down on me. I tried to wriggle free from his grasp, but he held me tight. The tension in the air was palpable as we stood there, locked in a silent standoff.Shraf's eyes bore into mine, his expression unreadable. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up on me. I knew that something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.As the silence stretched on, I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I k
"Try to disobey me, Eva." The words ring in my ears as I fumingly barge into my room and slam the door closed. "How dare he?!" my mind screams out in anger. After five years of ignoring me, making me yearn for his minimum attention, now he decides to control my life! The more I think, the more I get angry on myself! Hot angry tears starts pouring out of my eyes, and I sob out loud. Why? Why can't I stop loving this man? Even after all this, I know I can never think of living without him. Can I be more pathetic? Sobs after sobs echo through the room as I collapse onto my bed, burying my face onto my pillow, The weight of grief and confusion engulfs me, leaving me mentally and physically drained. Eventually, exhaustion claims me, and I drift into an uneasy sleep, tear stains glistening on my cheeks.I wake up abruptly to the insistent ringing of my phone, the early morning light barely filtering through the window. I reached for my phone, and a message displayed on the screen fuels a
As my friends continued to enjoy the beach, I found myself lying under a shed with Shraf. The sun beat down on us, but the shade provided a welcome respite from the heat. I clutched my book tightly, trying to lose myself in the pages, but my mind kept wandering back to Shraf. He lounged beside me, his eyes fixed on me as I read. I could feel his gaze on me, and it made my skin prickle with awareness. Mark called out to us from a distance, offering to apply sunscreen to anyone who needed it. Sarah eagerly accepted, and Mark made his way over to her. After he was done he called, "Do anyone else need me to apply sunscreen on them?!" "I do" I shout, making Shraf glare at me, his otherwise expressionless eyes challenging me to go to Mark. "What? I just need some sunshine." I shrug, removing my shirt and revealing my bikini-clad body. Shraf's eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight before him. I could see the desire simmering in his gaze, and it made my heart race. I approach Mark, s
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the beach, my friends and I continued to enjoy the remaining hours of our day. We played beach volleyball, built sandcastles, and swam in the crystal-clear waters. But my mind kept wandering back to Shraf.I caught glimpses of him throughout the day, sitting distantly on his own with a book in hand. His eyes would sometimes linger on me as I played with my friends, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill run through me.But there was also an undeniable tension between us. I could still feel the heat of Shraf's touch on my skin, the way his fingers traced patterns on my body that left me breathless. Shraf's jealousy had been so palpable it felt like he was declaring his claim on me with his every touch.As we played in the water, Mark suddenly appeared and lifted me up, throwing me into the ocean with a loud laugh. I splashed around in the water, feeling the coolness of the sea against my skin. But as I emerged from th
As my eyes fluttered open, I felt a warm, wet sensation on my breast. I groaned softly as I saw Shraf, his mouth engulfing one of my nipples. I let out a soft moan as his tongue danced around the sensitive flesh. I couldn't help but feel a rush of pleasure as his lips moved from one breast to the other, leaving behind a trail of hickeys.As I lay there, half-asleep and completely at his mercy, I couldn't help but notice the look in his eyes, intensely focused on me as he worked his mouth around my breasts. I closed my eyes and let myself sink into the pleasure, enjoying the way his touch made my body come alive. When he finally released my breast with a pop, I felt a pang of disappointment, but he quickly made it up to me by kissing the hickey and then my mouth in a soft, lingering kiss.I look around to find us in our bedroom, surrounded by soft lighting and plush furnishings. I looked up at Shraf, who was still staring at me with that same intense gaze that always made my heart skip
15 Days....360 hours...21600 minutes....It doesn't sound like a lot of time, but I feel like I have felt every moment passing by me, passing through me. Life used to pretty simple for me in the past, I woke up for Shraf, took care of myself for Shraf, I lived for Shraf. I don't know what took over me once I reached Barbados, or what took over my husband. But it seems like the role has been reversed. The 'Eva' from before would have been overjoyed with the attention from Shraf that I'm receiving now. But at this moment, it's not bringing happiness; instead, it feels like a painful stab to my broken heart, suffocating me with unanswered questions. The clock ticks, each second resonating with the rhythm of my restless heart. The choices I make in the next 15 days will define where my life goes. I crave clarity, simple answers to the swirling questions in my mind, like a storm ready to engulf me.I closed my eyes, in an attempt to calm the raging voices in my head, try to think about a
I froze at his words, my entire body locking up as the truth settled in like a lead weight. Leonardo Vega. I had heard that name before, but it had always felt distant, like something from the underworld you knew existed but never touched. Now, that underworld had a face, and it was the face of my husband.Leonardo Vega was no ordinary criminal. He was infamous. I had heard whispers in the business world, even seen reports in passing. A man who operated in the shadows, untouchable by the law, with ties so deep they ran through the veins of governments, multinational corporations, and the very fabric of society's power structures. But what made him terrifying wasn't just his criminal empire; it was the sheer ruthlessness with which he ran it.Rumors said he controlled entire black-market economies, that he had bribed judges, politicians, and police forces across the world. Trafficking. Money laundering. Assassinations. His reach was international, and his network of associates? Equally
The next morning, he was gone. There was no sign of him; if it weren't for the lingering soreness between my legs, I would have thought the entire night had been a dream.His words from last night kept replaying in my mind. What he said was vague, but my suspicion grew stronger. Was Shraf involved with a crime lord or the Mafia? I needed to know.But how could it be true? The billion-dollar empire that is Sinclaire Industries—could it all be a façade? I had worked with Shraf for five years, and none of it ever felt like a front.I quickly picked up my phone and got dressed for the day. Sinclaire Industries, I am coming!As I approached Sinclaire Industries, my mind buzzed with questions. The opulent lobby, with its towering glass walls and sleek marble floors, had always felt intimidating, but today it loomed over me with an air of foreboding. I had to find answers—answers to the countless secrets Shraf had kept hidden.I marched toward the elevator, my resolve hardening with each ste
"I can't see you with anyone else." There was no emotion in his tone, he was just stating fact. Pure fact."That's too selfish of you, don't you think?" I breathe out, my heart still beating fast, thanks to udall the rigorous sex with him."I am a selfish man, Mi Vida. I have always been, you should know that by now."A bitter laugh escapes me, "I know it, more than anyone else ever could. But that doesn't mean, I am going to live my life according to your whims and wishes."He stills and then pulls me in a swift motion beneath him, "You are not planning to see him again, are you?"I raise an eyebrow, his audacity fueling up my resentment, "I am planning to more than seeing him, actually." "If you even dare, Eva," he growled, yanking my hair hard enough to elicit a sharp cry from me. "I'll kill that man. I'll torture him in every conceivable way, and then l'll make him watch as I fuck you hard over and over again.""You are a monster! I hate you!" I hissed, trying to keep my distance
My eyes fluttered open, disoriented in the dim light of the room. A presence loomed nearby, sending a shiver down my spine. “Who’s there?” I whispered, my voice trembling with fear.A figure moved closer, and a low, chilling voice whispered in my ear, “It’s me, Mi Vida.”I took in a shaky breath.Shraf.There was no mistaking him.I would never forget the smell of his cologne. The smell of his skin. It was seared into my memory forever.It was the scent of my nightmares, my deepest fears, my worst memories, all rolled into one.But it was also the smell of lust, of sex, of pleasure.“Shraf?” I didn’t recognize the voice that came from my mouth. It was weak. Shaky. Scared. Because I was scared. I didn’t move an inch, my body rigid as I lay in the darkness of my bedroom.A hand landed on my hip, slowly traveling up and down my leg. Up and down, up and down.I tried to swallow, my throat suddenly dry, but nothing would go down.“Who else would it be?” A deep voice whispered in my ear, br
Jared gasped, “That fucking bastard! I’m gonna kill him!”I quickly grabbed his hand, trying to calm his anger. “No, J, it’s all sorted out.”“What do you mean, ‘sorted out’? Did he fucking cheat on you?” he spat out the words.“It’s-it’s not like that” I said, stepping closer to soothe him. “Let’s just leave for now, okay?”“If you say so,” he muttered, nodding. I pulled him out by the hand, and just as we crossed the arcade entrance, Shraf appeared, blocking our path. Lily was left behind, staring at us with a strange expression I couldn’t decipher.“Shraf,” I breathed, my grip on Jared’s arm tightening. My heart was pounding, and I knew they could hear it.“Eva,” Shraf replied, his dark eyes locked onto my hands on Jared’s arm. If looks could kill, we’d be nothing but ashes. But he didn’t say anything else, and neither did we. Jared, not one to back down, squared his shoulders. The silence between us was thick, tension slicing through the air.I cleared my throat awkwardly, trying
“So, how’s your love life?” I inquired, watching Jared devour the pancakes I whipped up for breakfast.“Meh,” he mumbled between bites.“Don’t tell me the infamous college playboy lost his charm this soon,” I teased, rolling my eyes.“I’m just not feeling the whole dating scene anymore,” he admitted.“Ah, Mr. Smith wanted to settle down now, huh?” I teased, grinning.“Kinda,” he confessed, running a hand through his hair.“Got someone in mind?” I prodded.“Not really. Still waiting,” he replied, snagging a pancake from my plate.“Hey!” I protested, slapping his hand away.“What? They’re too good to resist. Should’ve made more,” he said with a smirk as I loaded the dishwasher.“Make them yourself,” I retorted, huffing.“So, spill. How was your love life?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. My heart skipped a beat before I composed myself.“You don’t have to share if you don’t want to, Eva. It’s okay,” he assured me gently.“I know,” I nodded, forcing a sad smile as I gazed at my bare
Shocked by Shraf’s message, a torrent of anger surged through me, swiftly escalating to pure lividity. Who did he think he was? Did he truly believe he could still exert control over me after everything? Well, he had another thing coming. I refused to let him dictate my life any longer. It was time to live on my own terms. With determination propelling my actions, I seized my phone and dialed a familiar number, my fingers tapping the screen with purpose. “Are you available?” I typed, my heart racing with anticipation as I hit send. A blue tick appeared, signaling that my message had been read. Before long, a reply illuminated the screen. “You alive, fluffball?” The response brought a smile to my face, a wave of nostalgia washing over me. Oh, how I missed him! “Yes, still alive, Jared,” I replied, adding a rolled eyes emoji for good measure. “Too bad, now I have to start annoying u again,” his message followed swiftly. I burst into laughter, the sound reverberating through the empt
The night stretched on, with Shraf’s heavy breathing lulling me into a fitful sleep, my mind raced with thoughts of escape. I replayed every scenario, every possible avenue of freedom, searching for the one that held the least risk. And then, as dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, a plan began to form in my mind.I waited until Shraf’s rhythmic breathing signaled that he was deeply asleep, his hold on me loosening ever so slightly. With cautious movements, I extricated myself from his grasp, my heart pounding in my chest like a drumroll of anticipation.Silently, I slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb him. Every creak of the floorboards beneath my feet sounded like thunder in the oppressive silence of the room. I held my breath, praying that he wouldn’t wake, that this fleeting moment of freedom wouldn’t be snatched away before it even began.With trembling hands, I gathered the few belongings I could carry—some clothes, a handful of cash I had squirreled away, and th
I slipped back into a daze once more. The days blurred together, each one passing in a haze of confusion and numbness. I felt myself sinking deeper into the abyss of my own thoughts. The world around me seemed distant and unreal, like I was trapped in a dream from which I couldn’t wake up.Shraf’s attempts to rouse me from my stupor went unanswered. His kisses, once filled with warmth and passion, now felt distant and meaningless against my cold skin. Even as he fed me spoonfuls of soup or gently caressed my hair, I remained still, my mind a million miles away.Magdalena’s kind words and gestures offered little solace. I could feel her concern, her attempts to break through the walls I had erected around myself, but I couldn’t find the strength to respond. My voice felt trapped within me, buried beneath layers of pain and confusion.I existed in a state of limbo, caught between the past and the present, unable to move forward. As the days stretched on, I longed for an escape from the