He was staring right through my soul as he started walking towards me. The sound of the scattered glasses crushing under his feet made me look down in shock only to find out he was wearing slippers.I sighed in relief but my relief did not last long as he closed the distance between us in a second. Before I could figure out what was happening, I was hitched up by my waist and he sat me down on the table.Grabbing my thighs, he settled himself in between and stood there staring deep into my eyes. I don't know, if I was cowering with either fear or excitement, my thoughts were all jumbled up as he was impossibly close to me. Even after all these years, I couldn't make myself get used to his magnetic presence. A look at him all I need to turn into a messy puddle. The level of control he has over me is beyond my imagination.I gulped, as he put the bowl in his hand and brought a spoonful towards my mouth."Eat." his voice was calm but his piercing gaze was enough to warn me not to do any
The nightclub was just a short walk from my villa, and I could hear the music pumping as I got closer. The closer I got, the more excited I became. I was finally going to have some fun after five long years of misery.As I entered the club, I was hit by a wave of energy. The lights were flashing, the music was loud, and people were dancing everywhere. I made my way to the bar and ordered a drink.I stood at the bar, the pulsing beat of the music thumping through my body. It was a welcome distraction from the dull ache in my chest, the one that reminded me of what I had lost. I had put on my best poker face, my hair cascading in loose waves around my shoulders, a deep red lipstick giving me a sense of mystery.I scanned the crowd, observing people as they danced, laughed, and drank. Everyone was lost in their own world, lost in the euphoria that the nightclub offered. I wondered if they, too, were pretending like I was, hiding their pain and heartbreak behind a mask of smiles and loud m
As soon as I stepped through the door of the villa, I knew something was wrong. The air was thick with tension, a palpable weight that settled in the pit of my stomach. Shraf's grip on my hand was tight and unyielding, making me feel like a prisoner in my own home.I tried to shake off the feeling of dread that had settled over me, but it was no use. As we entered the living room, Shraf released my hand and turned to face me, his dark eyes smoldering with an intensity that I had never seen before. His voice was low and husky as he spoke, sending shivers down my spine.I took a step back, my heart racing in fear. Shraf's behavior was becoming more erratic and unpredictable with each passing moment. I recoiled, my back hitting the wall with a thud as Shraf advanced on me. His eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, and I could feel the heat emanating from his body. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong, his grip unrelenting as he pulled me closer to him.My mind was a flurry of c
As I slowly stirred awake, I realized that I was alone in my room. The sense of loneliness and emptiness that had plagued me since Shraf's arrival settled in once again. I tried to shake it off and get ready for the day, hoping that a change of scenery would lift my spirits.With a heavy heart, I made my way to the beach, hoping to find solace in the gentle sound of the waves and the warmth of the sun. As I strolled along the sandy shore, my thoughts drifted to the events of the previous night. I couldn't deny the powerful pull that Shraf had on me, but I was equally determined to resist him.Lost in my own thoughts, I didn't notice the hours slipping away. I swam in the ocean, lounged on the beach, and read a book. As the sun began to set, I realized that Shraf had been absent the entire day.A sense of disappointment washed over me. I couldn't help but wonder where he was and what he was doing. But at the same time, a small part of me was relieved that I didn't have to face him again
I sit on the couch, staring at the wall in front of me. My mind is racing, trying to comprehend what has just happened. The words that came out of Shraf's mouth still echo in my ears, ringing like a never-ending bell. I can't believe what he said to me. How could he do this to me? How could he be so cruel?I feel my heart rate increasing, my breathing becoming rapid and shallow. I try to calm myself down, but I can't seem to control my emotions. The tears start flowing down my face, and I can feel the panic rising inside me. I turn to Shraf, who is sitting next to me, staring at me with a blank expression on his face.I shout, my voice reverberating in the living room. "Why are you doing this to me? Why won't you just let me be?" But Shraf doesn't answer. He just stands there, looking at me with those deep, dark eyes, his arms crossed over his chest. I can feel my anger building up inside of me, like a volcano ready to erupt. I take a step closer to him, my hands balled up into fists.
I woke up the next morning, a sense of contentment still lingering in my bones from the night before. As I shifted in the bed, my eyes slowly focused on the figure next to me, my husband Shraf, sound asleep.It was a strange sight, one I hadn't seen in our five years of marriage. Shraf always left before dawn, never staying in bed with me for the entire night. But here he was, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath, his arm draped across my waist.I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in my heart. Despite the satisfying night we had shared, my mind couldn't stop wandering back to the love I still held for Shraf. It was like my heart had its own mind, still longing for a love that was lost.But as I lay there, feeling Shraf's warm breath on my neck, I couldn't deny the small glimmer of hope that fluttered in my chest. Maybe, just maybe, things could change between us. Maybe this was the start of a new chapter in our marriage.I turned my head to face Shraf, taking in t
As I sat across from Shraf, munching on my toast, I couldn't help but let my mind wander to the intimate moments we had shared on this very kitchen table just a few hours ago. The way his hands had explored every inch of my body, the soft whispers of our shared desires. It was a memory that made my cheeks flush with heat.But my thoughts were interrupted as Shraf's phone rang, pulling me back to reality. I watched as his expression shifted from relaxed to serious as he listened to the voice on the other end of the line."Uh-huh...Yes, I understand. Alright, I'll get to it right away." Shraf hung up and turned to me,"Eva, I need your help with an urgent file. Can you please take a look at these legal documents and make sure everything is in order?" Shraf said firmly, his voice indicating the urgency of the situation.I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Sure, Shraf. I'll get on it right away."We both got to work, scanning through the papers and double-checking every
Warning: Very Dark Mature Content AheadI slowly open my eyes, disoriented and confused. I can feel some restrains around my wrists, my ankles. My heart starts racing as I realize that I'm naked, and completely vulnerable.My eyes flicked around the room, taking in the dimly lit surroundings. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on everything. I could see the outlines of familiar objects, but they were distorted, almost surreal. My wrists were bound with soft, silky fabric, and my ankles were tied to the bedposts.The ropes dug into my skin, making me aware of every inch of my body. I tried to move, to free myself, but it was no use. My body was immobilized, trapped by the ropes.Then I saw Shraf, standing at the edge of the bed, watching me with dark eyes."Shraf, what's going on? Why am I tied up like this?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.He didn't answer me. Instead, he approached the bed, his eyes locked onto mine. My heart was beating so fas
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