He nodded his head yes "he called and told me about it" I brought my hand down and rubbed my belly "honestly, I've realized that it's not just Stone's but my baby also. I had doubts, in the beginning, I didn't want to be pregnant, but after hearing my babies first heartbeat, I felt something in my heart change for them. I want them and I'm going to give them all the love that they deserve" "them? as in twins?" "yes dad, I'm having twins," I said smiling up at him "Am I allowed to be happy about this?" "I mean of course you can, they're our blood" My dad smiled down at me, before looking back at the sunset "if you had the chance to escape with your babies and go off living somewhere, would you?" I sat there thinking about it, not even phased about the thought, I don't think I could ever bring myself to run away from Stone. Not after everything. Who could even help me I don't even think someone in his family would even try, I know that they'll never go against him. They support ev
"What do you mean baby? I liked the way we met. Everything turned out perfectly fine" he said with a chuckle. "No, I'm talking about our relationship Stone, it's not healthy. There is nothing perfect about us. you've hurt and traumatized me beyond repair." He's in a relationship with himself, because mentally I am not here, I don't want to be here, but I know better than to say something like that to him. "And that was the goal, now you know to not fuck with me, I won't tolerate disrespect from you." Why is he always so blunt all the time? It would be nice if he starts considering my feelings and not just his. Because of him, I don't think that I'll ever be the same. I'm even too afraid to talk to other people, afraid that he'll kill them because of me, that's all his done. Everyone I've ever talked to dies— a very painful death. "Don't you at least feel bad that I'm not able to interact with other people?" "Baby why would I? I love it," he said turning my body around so I can fa
"I don't think no father thinks about their little girls getting married Sie," he said sarcastically and chuckled causing me to laugh with him. I guess he's right about that. "Sierra please talk to me!" I turned to the door and saw Hannah walking in, she was dressed in a beautiful blue floral dress that complimented my wedding theme. I smiled looking at her sad face. oh god, I forgot that she was my maid of honor. she's the one who's been planning things along with Stone, and I must say, they did a great job. Yesterday night I decided to get on good terms with everyone that I was upset with. It was my wedding day after all, and I wanted to start this new chapter in my life happily. "Good morning to you too Hannah" "Can you please talk to me, I've been trying to approach you for the past 2 weeks, but Stone keep stopping me" I laughed and shook my head "I believe I'm talking to you right now" A big smile made its way to her features and she ran forward to pull me into a hug "Thank y
What the fuck!I wanted to scream at Isabel to know what the hell she is doing to me. Has she lost her fucking mind! I tried to grab her hand and pull it away from my face but surprisingly she was very strong. She held me until I couldn't help but breathe the chemical from the cloth. My world started going black as I slumped into her arms and before I could realize it everything shuts down. "Now that I have you, I'm stronger than him" was the last thing I heard from her before passing out.....Sierra POVI flutter my eyes open and look around the unfamiliar room in confusion. Where am I?Panicked filled me when I searched the room and realized that I was tied up to a chair in a basement. The first thought that came to my head was my babies; I looked down at my stomach and sighed in relief when I didn't see any scratches on me. Oh, thank god.Has Isabel lost her fucking mind or something? Why would she do this?Is she planning to hurt my babies?But why? I thought Isabel had a connecti
My eyes stung with tears, but I didn't want to let them out, so I took a deep breath and tried to change the subject."I thought Stone killed you," I said, shaking my head. So I have mourned for Isabel in silence, she was following me around in my dreams for days, and the whole time she was only pretending to like me?"Alexei and I have been looking for Stone's warehouse, but his security was tight. The last time we found some guys who worked for him, and we threatened them to work for us, they got killed. So I knew that kissing you would set Stone off but probably not enough for him to kill me as he had promised my father not to. So instead, he took me to his hidden underground warehouse and tortured me, then left me there to die, when my dad found out, he picked me up and kept me away from him." she got off the chair and stood before me.I turned my head around and told her, "it's not too late for you to do the right thing, Isabel.""yes, it is. By now, Stone realizes that you're gon
Due to the fact that they believed I had undergone extreme emotional stress, which may have been caused by sexual trauma, kidnapping, and torture, they had to open up an investigation; they took pictures of the branding symbol in my body and looked for other signs of abuse. However, I didn't have none except for the bump on my head. I cried; it may have been a chance that I was kidnapped and tortured? is that also how I got pregnant? Could my kidnapper have raped me? Now I was debating whether I wanted my memories to return and find the father of my child.I hope they find out who did that to me, and then that person will answer all of my questions.We were in a small town with a population of 2,000. It looks like a peaceful place; almost everyone around here knew each other. I think it's a matter of time before they found out who I was."What should we name you for now?" Danny said, breaking me out of my thought."I don't know, Danny,""You want me to call you Danny?" I shook my head
"That fire happened the day before we found you, Abby. Rumors were going around that it had something to do with some gangs-""not gangs silly, Mafia's," Avery corrected him quickly, causing me to laugh."Honestly, I can't believe mafias exist; I thought it only happened in the movies," I said in confusion."Yeah, we're safe here from the outside world.""Is there like history about this town? Because I see a lot of diversity here," I wanted to know why we were so hidden here when people were from all different races."no, I think it's a coincidence; if you stumbled here, you could choose to stay or leave," Danny said, grabbing his chef hat."I can't believe you're gonna do a night shift again," Avery said, glaring at him."you're acting like I'll be gone forever. and Abby, he's going to take you to your interview tomorrow, okay?""Okay, boss," he smiled, waved us goodbye, and left the house."Lovely, sleep with me tonight," Avery said, looking at me pleadingly."Sure, scaredy-cat," I
I will never forget that day when we decided to get drunk and reckless one night and ended up getting kidnapped. Our kidnappers had called Mr. Armsberg and demanded ransom, all he said was that he doesn't negotiate with anyone and they can do as they please with us since we were the ones who got ourselves in that mess. That was the day that I realized that nothing can ever break Stone. I was scared shitless, but can you blame me? we were 14 years old. I remember begging the kidnappers to let us go like a fucking pussy and we would give them the money ourselves, but it didn't work, rather we got beaten for begging. we spent 5 days in that horrible basement, getting whipped, Stomped on, and beaten by different people each day, they treated us like we were some type of punching bag for them to train with.On the fifth day when I got a tooth knocked out of my mouth, Stone said enough and we planned to beat up the guys one by one as they enter the basement, and that's exactly what we did, o
A few months later Sierra POV Change, what is change? I am very familiar with the verb. It has happened all my life. I have never stayed in one place for too long; here I was for the final time moving. Moving to a new life, a new beginning, and a new setting. The background change will do me good. I needed a new place away from that house; Stone didn't mind when I talked to him about wanting a new house. He had only smiled at me, stating, "Whatever my wife wants." It took a few weeks to renovate the new house how I wanted, but ultimately, it's done. I was excited to spend some time outside in the big garden house in the backyard. I try to spend as much time outside as I can. Maybe it's because of the time I spent confined in that white room with not even a speck of sunlight. I tore my gaze from the window and looked at the back seat where my twins were fast asleep. We'd been driving for over two hours now; they were sleepy. A small smile made its way onto my lips, and I looked over
"You're all dismissed," I finally decided to end this meeting that's keeping me away from my little family for so long. They know from my tone that I am satisfied and approve of our process. I pay these people well for a reason, so I only need to work when I want a full report. It isn't surprising to say that I am the happiest man on earth. I have two loving children, a beautiful obedient wife, control, and most importantly, an empire for my family to rule over for generations to come. My eyes stayed glued on Sierra as the sound of chairs being pushed back into place echoed in the room, and soon the door closed, erasing all signs of this meeting. "Stone, you broke the poor girl. The twins should use some of your techniques on their girlfriend. I heard she's been giving them a hard time" I looked over at Jonas, who sat across from me with his eyes on me as he talked about Sierra. Seems like everyone is finding their soulmates at the moment. Good luck to them with taming their little s
I stood silently over, reading the names written on the tombstone. At least Stone was kind enough to bury them and let my dad, Avery, and Danny rest in peace. I was scared to face the three people who were the cause of the guilt eating me inside; I still feel like running away and crying in a corner whenever I think about them. The events of when Stone broke the news that he killed them still runs through my head—that was the worst day for me to be alive because of what he had put me through.For the past month that I have been released from hell, I feel like I have entered a new one, Except this one was much prettier and more luxurious. My fear of Stone has genuinely taken a toll on my body, being so close to him all the time, having to see his face when I first wake up in the morning. Everything was triggering to me.I am surviving only because of my kids, but even then, I had a hard time adjusting to suddenly seeing them, they're my babies, but I feel so distant from them. I tried
The bed is warm and soft. The scent of Stone's manly cologne invaded my senses. It was more intense than before. I wouldn't doubt he was in the room; his presence wouldn't let me forget about him, not even for a second. For the past weeks, I would wake up wrapped in his arms, where he would later proceed to fuck my brains out and make me feel complicated feelings. I felt his hand caressing my face; moments later, a pair of lips softly pressed on mine. The atmosphere around the room felt different, warm. The air didn't feel suffocating. And the bed definitely was different. It was soft and fluffy compared to the one I'd been sleeping on for the past months. My eyes fluttered open, needing to see why the atmosphere had changed. I was met with a pair of dark eyes staring back at me. My body shivered, and shocks shot up my body due to our proximity, an effect he left on me from our constant sex. My eyes scan the room, and I realize I am back in our room. I was out? Stone had finally tak
My body felt numb and alive at the same time. The tiny little specks of shock shooting throughout my body wouldn't stop. Nothing ever stops, not the pain, the pleasure, and certainly not the fear. The fear that I have of Stone is almost second nature to me. It increases with each passing second, and I get frightened that at some point, it might become all I know; I might fall into a scary world where all I feel is fear of my husband.It brings tears of sadness and a bit of joy as I recognize that I've lost myself to Stone. It makes me happy because I will no longer fantasize about my life without him- it always leads me into trouble. The thought that there could be life out there for me without him always drives me to make foolish choices in hopes of getting away from him; In the end, I get hurt, really, really bad.A life where I am utterly submissive to Stone is much better than a life where I fight for the impossible. I can't escape him. I could never get away from him. He made tha
"Not bad, I like it. I'll be expecting a real kiss next time." He walked around me and sat on the bed. "Come here" my heart drops to my ass every time he says that phrase. I never know what he thinks when he says it, but it's usually to beat the fuck out of me.I limp towards him. Careful not to put too much pressure on my bandage foot. I sat on his lap sideways, just like I always do. His arm securely wrapped around my waist, holding me close to his chest. He placed a kiss on the side of my head, the side of my face, and my neck. His lips lingered on my neck more than usual. But I felt the effects of his warm lips shooting up my core.After getting my foot hammered to the ground, things changed. I really have given up. Just the thought of running away scares me now.His lips were warm, and his soft breath blew against my skin. His proximity allowed me to feel every bit of his body warmth, and I couldn't help but notice my body leaning more into him. My fear of Stone has skyrocketed.
"Disobedience, it makes me happy Sierra, and you're going to find out why." He stated darkly, taking off his blazer. My heart thumped rapidly against my chest as I clutched the bedsheets tightly. When he started marching toward the bed where I was sitting, at first, my body froze in fear as a natural response to him. When I was finally able to scoot away, he was already right in front of me. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out handcuffs. The thought of having these cuffs around my wrist again drove me out of control, and I started kicking him as they were the only weapon I could use at the moment. I must've caught him off guard when my leg kicked him straight between his legs.He released my arms, and I rolled off under him. Dropping to the floor, I looked at the door and bolted for it.A scream tore from me as I was picked up and lifted off my feet. He roughly threw me on his shoulder, and I fought harder. "Let me go!" I screamed and trashed around, kicking my legs and thr
"Stop crying" I jumped from my seat as his deep voice commanded me darkly. I quickly wiped the tear I didn't know I had shed and looked up at him. He looks at the bowl and smiles. "I was hoping you touched it. That would have given me another reason to play with you. Looks like I'll have to wait a little longer."This is what he wants. To hurt and control my mind, for fear of him to cloud my vision and to cower at just the mere thought of him. Stone is not a regular man. I genuinely believe that he was born evil."Good to see you finally moving around. I thought I had killed you," he says nonchalantly, staring at me."Why are you doing this, Stone." I managed to ask, even though I knew his reasons. I just couldn't comprehend it. I know I'm pathetic, but why does he have to hurt me like this.He ignored my question. "I expect you to be on your knees by the foot of the bed when I walk into this room and a proper greeting from my wife." He said, casually looking at me. Why is he calling m
Time is slow. Everything around me moves in slow motion. I feel cold, like a falling leaf from its tree in autumn. My body shivered, not due to the room temperature. The room was rather warm. The weakness and loneliness I had succumbed into forced my body to shiver. As if I were walking in the middle of a snowstorm.It's striking to me how everything seems so warm at the moment, yet my body shivers. My eyes scan the room for anything that looks cozy and warm, thinking that if I keep my eyes on it, I can somehow compare its warmth to a person.I need to touch something. I wish for my legs and hands to be free. To be able to hug myself. I am afraid my hands will fall off my body if cuffed like this for even one more hour. I will no longer have an arm if the devil doesn't come to free me. I hate him and wish to be far away from him, yet I find my eyes traveling to the door every passing hour, hoping he will come and set me free.I know if he comes down here, it will be most likely to puni