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Chapter 43"The choices we make echo through the lives of others, sometimes in whispers, sometimes in screams.” Unknown So, I continued to dance, rolling my hips the way I saw the other women do, smiling as I made eye contact with each and everyone of the men looking at me, showing them what they desired…but would never have.“You’re a real naughty one, aren’t you?” Blaze said, grabbing my buttocks and pulling me close enough to feel his erection.That was the wakeup call I needed.I wriggled out of his grasp, but he wasn’t prepared to let go. His hands were roving around my whole body, and when he reached for my breasts, I slapped him hard across the face.“Are you crazy?” I yelled.He put his hands up. “My bad. Forgive me. I guess I got too excited.”Almost as if doused by a bucket of cold water, I looked around, at the gyrating people around me, and I suddenly wondered what on earth I was doing there.“Take me home,” I said. “I want
Last Updated : 2025-03-16Divinity's Decent leaving
It takes strength to leave, but it takes even more strength to stay gone.” Unknown chapter 44 There they were again, the averted gazes. Walking back from the hospital, and even upon getting to the ranch, where there weren’t scornful looks, there were averted gazes. Just like I had been twelve years before, I was the reason another young man was now fighting for his life. “AWhat were you thinking?” Madam Maria lamented later that morning. She’d come to my bedroom where I was still sitting like an effigy, over an hour after my return home. I hadn’t even taken off my shoes. “Blaze of all people? Someone even Catherine is older than! And you allowed him to be rubbing your body in the full glare of everyone in that God-forsaken place? Do you know how many people saw you? Do you know how many people are dishing first-hand news ?” A lone tear rolled down my face as I looked at the distraught madam mariai, and I didn’t have to be a genie to know why she was so distressed. She
Last Updated : 2025-03-17Divinity's Decent No Chains, Yet Bound
I ran in silence, hope held tight, But shadows found me in the light. Glass shattered, hands like steel, A fate too cruel, a pain too real. No cries, no plea, just whispered prayer, As darkness led me back to where A ghost from past and fire untamedStood waiting there—he spoke my name. *By unknown*Chapter 45"You look better today," Madam Maria remarked as I struggled with breakfast. "Make sure you finish your food and get plenty of rest. In time, everything will blow over, and things will be back to normal."I offered a strained smile, my spoon hovering over the half-eaten plate of eggs and toast. She meant well, but her words felt empty. Nothing would ever be normal again—not after everything that had happened.I glanced at the clock. Catherine and I had agreed to leave the house by 10 a.m., and it was already a few minutes past. My fingers drummed against the table. Had she
Last Updated : 2025-03-18Divinity's Decent finally death?
Some wounds do not bleed; they burn deep into the soul, leaving scars only the heart can see. And sometimes, the cruelest prison is not made of walls, but of shame, silence, and the hands that should have held us with love." “Unknown”Chapter 46Looking at him, he was like the devil himself.As the men dragged me out of the van, his scowl slowly morphed into a sardonic smile.“Hey, be careful with her. She’s very important cargo,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You guys can go. I’ll see you later today.”I stood with my head bowed, as the thugs got back into their van and drove off.“Zeynep, Zeynep, the party girl,” Ibrahim remarked, his smile now a full-on grin. “You can’t imagine my surprise when they told me that my Zeynep, my own baby, was seen gyrating in a nightclub. I told them, ‘No! Not my zeynep!’” He whipped out his phone. “It wasn’t until they sent me these that I realised they were actually telling the truth.”I couldn’t
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Blood and SilenceFalling, fading, lost in pain, Crimson spills like endless rain. Hands that hurt now drag me near, Whispers laced with cruel fear. A voice, a name—a light, a plea, But darkness claims the rest of me.Chapter 47Somewhere in my subconscious, I knew I was falling, falling to the ground. I heard screams from people running to me, the loudest of which was madam maria's. I felt myself being draped with someone’s blanket and lifted from the ground. I heard madam maria screaming at the extent of my injuries, especially the deep one on my head, as I was carried back into the house. I heard it all…but I honestly wished I didn’t. I wished I was dead.“She is losing too much blood,” madam maria was crying now, holding a piece of cloth over the wound on my head that was fast soaking. “We have to take her to the hospital.”“Get her dressed,” came the voice I dreaded the most. “I’ll take her myself.”I forced m
Last Updated : 2025-03-19Divinity's Decent Stories untold
"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." — Maya AngelouChapter 48I didn’t regain consciousness for several days. I had suffered a subarachnoid haemorrhage from my head injury which, left untreated, could have led to paralysis or death. Thankfully, Jacobi and his team were able to control and reduce the swelling, and there had been no damage to my brain. They were also able to tackle the internal bleeding from my abdominal trauma. I was lucky to have escaped with no permanent damage to not only my brain and internal organs, but also my face, save for some lacerations on my brow and lips.Regardless, it was clear I had a long road to recovery.Jacobi took complete charge of my care, handling things himself even the nurses should have. It was he who changed the dressing on my wounds, inserted my IV lines, checked my vitals, and topped up my medication, all in addition to closely monitoring my injuries. In the early da
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"Do what you feel in your heart to be right—for you’ll be criticized anyway." — Eleanor RooseveltChapter 49How could I explain the deep and intense fear the minister elicited from anyone who came near him? How could I explain the fear I had of the minister doing to my family what he had done to Jason’s? How could I explain believing that enduring it was much easier than running away from it?Jacobi shut his eyes and rubbed his temples vigorously, clearly agitated. “I have to go,” he finally said, rising to his feet. “Call me if you need anything.”And with that, he left the room.I stared at the shut door, crestfallen. Even though I knew he was only doors away in his office, his unceremonious departure signalled to me his repulsion by my story, confirmation that I was indeed damaged. And even though it was a realisation I had lived with for years, this time it hurt. It truly hurt.The next day, after weeks of trying, madam maria was finally given access to me.“
Last Updated : 2025-03-20Divinity's Decent Tealight
"The right person, the wrong time, the right script, the wrong line. The right poem, the wrong rhyme. And a piece of you that was never mine.” Unknown chapter 50I had drifted off to sleep when I felt a light tap on my arm. I opened my eyes, and there he was, the man Has been making my heart beat non-stop, impeccably dressed in a white Oxford shirt and black dress pants. I glanced at the wall clock and saw that it was almost midnight, way too late for him to look as perfect as he did.“Come with me,” he said, stretching out his arm, a smile on his face.I sat up, confused, wondering what he was up to. Taking his arm, I got out of bed and allowed him to lead me out of the room and down the corridor, thankful I was clothed in one of my better nightgowns. Once out of the building, he opened the gate that led to the old doctors’ quarters his father had called home in the latter years of his life after his beloved wife had died, a
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"The right person, the wrong time, the right script, the wrong line. The right poem, the wrong rhyme. And a piece of you that was never mine.” Unknown chapter 50I had drifted off to sleep when I felt a light tap on my arm. I opened my eyes, and there he was, the man Has been making my heart beat non-stop, impeccably dressed in a white Oxford shirt and black dress pants. I glanced at the wall clock and saw that it was almost midnight, way too late for him to look as perfect as he did.“Come with me,” he said, stretching out his arm, a smile on his face.I sat up, confused, wondering what he was up to. Taking his arm, I got out of bed and allowed him to lead me out of the room and down the corridor, thankful I was clothed in one of my better nightgowns. Once out of the building, he opened the gate that led to the old doctors’ quarters his father had called home in the latter years of his life after his beloved wife had died, a
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"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." — Maya AngelouChapter 48I didn’t regain consciousness for several days. I had suffered a subarachnoid haemorrhage from my head injury which, left untreated, could have led to paralysis or death. Thankfully, Jacobi and his team were able to control and reduce the swelling, and there had been no damage to my brain. They were also able to tackle the internal bleeding from my abdominal trauma. I was lucky to have escaped with no permanent damage to not only my brain and internal organs, but also my face, save for some lacerations on my brow and lips.Regardless, it was clear I had a long road to recovery.Jacobi took complete charge of my care, handling things himself even the nurses should have. It was he who changed the dressing on my wounds, inserted my IV lines, checked my vitals, and topped up my medication, all in addition to closely monitoring my injuries. In the early da
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Blood and SilenceFalling, fading, lost in pain, Crimson spills like endless rain. Hands that hurt now drag me near, Whispers laced with cruel fear. A voice, a name—a light, a plea, But darkness claims the rest of me.Chapter 47Somewhere in my subconscious, I knew I was falling, falling to the ground. I heard screams from people running to me, the loudest of which was madam maria's. I felt myself being draped with someone’s blanket and lifted from the ground. I heard madam maria screaming at the extent of my injuries, especially the deep one on my head, as I was carried back into the house. I heard it all…but I honestly wished I didn’t. I wished I was dead.“She is losing too much blood,” madam maria was crying now, holding a piece of cloth over the wound on my head that was fast soaking. “We have to take her to the hospital.”“Get her dressed,” came the voice I dreaded the most. “I’ll take her myself.”I forced m
Divinity's Decent finally death?
Some wounds do not bleed; they burn deep into the soul, leaving scars only the heart can see. And sometimes, the cruelest prison is not made of walls, but of shame, silence, and the hands that should have held us with love." “Unknown”Chapter 46Looking at him, he was like the devil himself.As the men dragged me out of the van, his scowl slowly morphed into a sardonic smile.“Hey, be careful with her. She’s very important cargo,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You guys can go. I’ll see you later today.”I stood with my head bowed, as the thugs got back into their van and drove off.“Zeynep, Zeynep, the party girl,” Ibrahim remarked, his smile now a full-on grin. “You can’t imagine my surprise when they told me that my Zeynep, my own baby, was seen gyrating in a nightclub. I told them, ‘No! Not my zeynep!’” He whipped out his phone. “It wasn’t until they sent me these that I realised they were actually telling the truth.”I couldn’t
Divinity's Decent No Chains, Yet Bound
I ran in silence, hope held tight, But shadows found me in the light. Glass shattered, hands like steel, A fate too cruel, a pain too real. No cries, no plea, just whispered prayer, As darkness led me back to where A ghost from past and fire untamedStood waiting there—he spoke my name. *By unknown*Chapter 45"You look better today," Madam Maria remarked as I struggled with breakfast. "Make sure you finish your food and get plenty of rest. In time, everything will blow over, and things will be back to normal."I offered a strained smile, my spoon hovering over the half-eaten plate of eggs and toast. She meant well, but her words felt empty. Nothing would ever be normal again—not after everything that had happened.I glanced at the clock. Catherine and I had agreed to leave the house by 10 a.m., and it was already a few minutes past. My fingers drummed against the table. Had she
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It takes strength to leave, but it takes even more strength to stay gone.” Unknown chapter 44 There they were again, the averted gazes. Walking back from the hospital, and even upon getting to the ranch, where there weren’t scornful looks, there were averted gazes. Just like I had been twelve years before, I was the reason another young man was now fighting for his life. “AWhat were you thinking?” Madam Maria lamented later that morning. She’d come to my bedroom where I was still sitting like an effigy, over an hour after my return home. I hadn’t even taken off my shoes. “Blaze of all people? Someone even Catherine is older than! And you allowed him to be rubbing your body in the full glare of everyone in that God-forsaken place? Do you know how many people saw you? Do you know how many people are dishing first-hand news ?” A lone tear rolled down my face as I looked at the distraught madam mariai, and I didn’t have to be a genie to know why she was so distressed. She
Divinity's Decent guilt
Chapter 43"The choices we make echo through the lives of others, sometimes in whispers, sometimes in screams.” Unknown So, I continued to dance, rolling my hips the way I saw the other women do, smiling as I made eye contact with each and everyone of the men looking at me, showing them what they desired…but would never have.“You’re a real naughty one, aren’t you?” Blaze said, grabbing my buttocks and pulling me close enough to feel his erection.That was the wakeup call I needed.I wriggled out of his grasp, but he wasn’t prepared to let go. His hands were roving around my whole body, and when he reached for my breasts, I slapped him hard across the face.“Are you crazy?” I yelled.He put his hands up. “My bad. Forgive me. I guess I got too excited.”Almost as if doused by a bucket of cold water, I looked around, at the gyrating people around me, and I suddenly wondered what on earth I was doing there.“Take me home,” I said. “I want
Divinity's Decent lust
Chapter 42"Desperation makes the heart reckless, and a broken soul will seek solace in the strangest of places." UNKNOWN In a single stride, I closed the gap between us, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him.At first, I felt him tense in surprise, and then softened as his own hands seemed to rest on my side, but then suddenly, he pushed me away.“What was that, Zeynep?!” he exclaimed in horror.“What did you do that for?”I looked at him, shocked by his reaction. “This is what we both wanted, Jacobi. Tell me you haven’t wanted this from the very first day we met?”“Wanted what? Christ!” he exclaimed. “You’re a married woman, Zeynep. What is this heck?”By now, I was beyond mortified. “jacobi…”“Please leave!” he shouted. “Just go, I beg you.”Tears pooled in my eyes, my heart broken by his rejection. If I’d been asked to imagine a million different ways that would have played out, him rejecting me would never have been one of
