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Chapter Nineteen
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Thirty minutes later, the door creaked open again. Hailey stepped inside, her usual cold expression firmly in place. In her hand, she carried a shimmering red gown and a black heels. The dress was long-sleeved, its fabric smooth and luxurious, clearly chosen to cover all my bruises. She barely glanced at me as she placed it on the bed.“You’ve got ten minutes to shower,” she said sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument. “After that, put this on.”Her words were clipped and rude, as if I were nothing more than a chore she was forced to deal with. She didn’t wait for a response, just turned on her heel and crossed her arms, waiting impatiently by the door.I nodded silently, too drained to argue or react. Without a word, I forced my trembling legs to carry me toward the bathroom.Ten minutes later, I stepped out of the bathroom, the warmth of the shower lingering on my skin. My body still felt weak, but at least the water had washed away some of the grime and exhaustion clinging
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The door flew open with a deafening crash, shaking the very walls of our small, run-down house. My heart leapt to my throat as three towering figures stormed inside, their dark suits and cold glares exuding danger. Before I could process what was happening, they grabbed my father, Javier, who was sitting in his worn armchair, clutching an old book.“Let me go!” he shouted, struggling against their grip, but it was no use. These men were built like mountains, and their strength was overwhelming. One of them shoved him to the floor with brutal force, landing a harsh kick to his ribs.“Dad!” I screamed, rushing forward, but another man stepped in front of me, his glare stopping me dead in my tracks. His cold, calculated expression made it clear—one wrong move and I’d regret it.“Stay back,” he growled.My father coughed violently, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he gasped, “Please… I’ll return the money! I just need more time!”I froze, my blood running cold. Money? What
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I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I stared into Theo Rodriguez’s cold, unforgiving eyes. Every part of me trembled, but I refused to back down. My father’s life depended on this moment.“Please,” I began, my voice shaky but growing steadier with each word. “Give me time. I’ll pay the money back. Whatever he owes—I’ll make it right.”For a moment, there was silence. Then, Theo let out a sharp, humorless laugh, the sound cutting through the tension like a blade. He shook his head, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. “Do you think this is some pocket change your father owes, cariño?” he sneered, the term sounding more like mockery than endearment. “This isn’t a debt you can cover by skipping a few lattes or selling some trinkets.”I took a deep breath, forcing myself to keep my voice steady. “How much does he owe?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer.Theo smirked, his gaze piercing. “Four million dollars,” he said casually, as if the number was meaningless to h
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I woke up to the sound of keys rattling outside the door. My heart jumped as I sat up, the thin blanket falling off my shoulders. The lock clicked, and the door creaked open.A woman stepped inside. She looked to be in her early forties, dressed in a simple black uniform with a white apron tied neatly around her waist. She carried a silver tray in her hands. On one side of the tray was a plate of food—toast, eggs, and a small glass of orange juice. On the other side was a neatly folded dress, a soft cream color that looked far too expensive for someone like me.“You must be hungry,” the maid said gently, setting the tray on the small table near the bed. Her voice was soft, kind, but there was a flicker of pity in her eyes that made me feel even smaller than I already did.I nodded, my throat dry. “Thank you,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.She straightened and gestured to the dress. “Mr. Rodriguez asked me to bring this. You’ll need to change before you see him.”My stom
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Theo’s brows furrowed, and he turned toward the voice. “Mom? What are you doing here?” he asked, his tone carrying a mix of irritation and surprise.The woman who entered looked to be around 57 years old, with silver-streaked hair neatly pulled back into a simple bun. Her face was lined with age, but her sharp eyes—dark and commanding—betrayed a life lived with authority. She was dressed in a modest, unassuming dress, simple and functional, but there was an air of elegance about her despite the lack of lavishness. Her presence demanded attention, as though she were accustomed to being in control.She took a step into the room, her gaze flicking from Theo to me. She didn’t seem surprised by my presence, but her cold demeanor made me feel like an intruder in the room. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she regarded me, studying me with the same intensity that Theo had moments earlier.Theo didn’t move, still standing in the same position. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t raise his voice. “Thi
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As soon as Theo’s mother’s presence faded from the room, the tension that had been simmering boiled over. He didn’t say a word to me, his jaw tight and eyes dark with barely restrained fury. Without a glance in my direction, he stormed toward the door and pressed a button on the sleek intercom panel embedded in the wall.“Get in here. Now,” Theo growled, his voice like thunder. He didn’t wait for a response.Within moments, the door opened, and a man in his late thirties entered. Dressed in a sharp black suit, he moved with military precision. His face was calm, but there was a flicker of unease in his eyes as he took in Theo’s expression.“Sir—” the man began, but he didn’t even finish the word before Theo’s hand struck across his face in a resounding slap. The sound echoed through the room, leaving an uncomfortable silence in its wake.The man barely flinched, though his head turned slightly from the force of the slap. He stood rigid, his expression stoic, as if he had expected this
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Later that night, the sound of a key turning in the lock pulled me from my restless thoughts. The door creaked open, and Bell entered, carrying a tray of food and a neatly folded dress draped over her arm. Her expression was calm but guarded, giving away nothing of what might come next.She set the tray on the small table by the window and placed the dress carefully on the bed. “Mr. Rodriguez will come for you soon,” she said, her tone measured and professional. “You need to prepare.”I stared at her, the weight of her words settling heavily on me. “Prepare for what?” I asked, though I already had a sinking feeling I knew the answer.Bell turned her gaze toward me, her expression unreadable. “I don’t know,” she said quietly, her tone firm but not unkind. “I’m just following his instructions. Now hurry up. If you want, I can help you with your hair and makeup.”I hesitated, unsure if I should even care how I looked for whatever Theo had planned. But something about Bell’s demeanor made
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Theo and I entered the limousine, and the door slammed shut behind us. I sat as far from him as possible, but the space between us felt smaller than it was. Theo slid into the seat next to me, his presence pressing against me like a heavy weight.He leaned back, his eyes glinting as he placed both hands on my lap, making my stomach twist in discomfort. I froze, unsure of what to do, but my body instinctively shifted away from him, trying to create more space.Theo noticed immediately. His grip on my thighs tightened, a sharp, possessive hold that left me feeling trapped. “Don’t even think about it,” he muttered, his voice low and almost amused.I swallowed hard, my heart racing. The car felt smaller with each passing second.The limousine finally came to a stop, and I looked out the window. We had arrived at a large event hall, towering and grand. Cars were pulling in one after another, and from the looks of them, they were all high-end, luxury vehicles. It was clear this was a place
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Thirty minutes later, the door creaked open again. Hailey stepped inside, her usual cold expression firmly in place. In her hand, she carried a shimmering red gown and a black heels. The dress was long-sleeved, its fabric smooth and luxurious, clearly chosen to cover all my bruises. She barely glanced at me as she placed it on the bed.“You’ve got ten minutes to shower,” she said sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument. “After that, put this on.”Her words were clipped and rude, as if I were nothing more than a chore she was forced to deal with. She didn’t wait for a response, just turned on her heel and crossed her arms, waiting impatiently by the door.I nodded silently, too drained to argue or react. Without a word, I forced my trembling legs to carry me toward the bathroom.Ten minutes later, I stepped out of the bathroom, the warmth of the shower lingering on my skin. My body still felt weak, but at least the water had washed away some of the grime and exhaustion clinging
His Terms, My Surrender Chapter Nineteen
It had been a week since Theo’s cruel punishment. A week without food, and the toll it had taken on my body was unimaginable. My face felt pale, my skin stretched tight over my bones, and my stomach constantly twisted with hunger. I had grown so lean, I hardly recognized myself when I looked in the small mirror above the dresser.The bruise were slowly fading, but they were still there. Yet, the hunger was worse. My entire being ached for food, for something—anything—to fill the empty pit inside me. But there was nothing.The weakness in my legs had only gotten worse over the days. I felt light-headed often, like I might collapse any moment. Every movement was sluggish, every breath shallow. The thirst was unbearable, too, but I had learned that asking for water only brought more trouble. So, I lay in the cold room, trying to distract myself from the gnawing pain in my stomach.I couldn’t stop wondering how a person could be so wicked, so merciless. How could anyone do this to another
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Theo stepped back, the smirk on his face never fading. He waved his hand at the man holding me. “Take her away,” he said coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion.I felt the man’s grip tighten as he started to drag me out of the room. I tried to resist, but my body was too weak, too drained from everything I had just witnessed.Theo’s voice stopped us before we reached the door. “Oh, and Sofia,” he said, his tone mocking yet icy. “Your punishment isn’t over. No food for a week now. Not three days. Consider it a lesson—you brought this on yourself.”My heart sank further, the weight of his words crushing me. A week without food. He wasn’t just punishing me physically—he wanted to break me completely.Theo gave a satisfied nod, watching me with that same cruel expression. “Maybe next time, you’ll think twice about crossing me.”I was pulled out of the room, my body trembling, my mind numb with fear and grief. The man dragged me down the long, cold hallway, his grip firm and unrelenting.
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I gasped, my body going cold with fear.Bell, still trembling, looked at me with wide, terrified eyes, her mouth barely moving as she whispered, “Sofia…”Theo didn’t respond to her. He simply raised the gun and aimed it at her.I screamed, rushing forward, but one of his men quickly grabbed my arm, holding me back. I couldn’t move, couldn’t stop him. My heart pounded in my chest, and all I could do was watch in horror.“Please, no!” I cried out, struggling in the man’s grip.Theo’s smirk never wavered as he looked at Bell, and with a quick, almost casual motion, he pulled the trigger.The gunshot echoed in the room, sharp and final.Bell’s body jerked, and she fell to the floor, lifeless, her eyes wide open in a look of pure terror. Blood spread across the floor, staining the cold tile beneath her.I couldn't breathe. My chest felt like it was caving in as I stared at Bell's lifeless body, the blood pooling around her.A gut-wrenching scream tore from my throat, raw and full of agony.
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I followed the man down the hallway, my body aching with each step. The sound of my bare feet against the cold floor echoed in the silence. My heart pounded in my chest, my mind racing with fear over what Theo wanted.When we reached the door, the man knocked once before opening it and stepping aside. I hesitated for a moment, then entered the room.Theo was sitting at his desk, his chair leaning back, a cigarette between his fingers. He took a long drag, exhaling the smoke slowly, his eyes never leaving me as I stood in the doorway.“Well, well,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You look better than before. Did you finally get some rest?”His smirk sent a chill down my spine. The smoke from his cigarette swirled around him, adding to the oppressive atmosphere in the room.I didn’t respond, too afraid to speak. Every word I said felt like it would make things worse.Theo took another drag from his cigarette, the smoke swirling around him as he watched me. He leaned forward s
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The next day was no different from the last. The pain in my body hadn’t subsided, and the ache in my chest grew heavier with every passing hour. I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel Theo’s suffocating presence and hear his mocking laughter. My tears had soaked the pillow beneath me, but even crying brought no relief.When the door finally opened, I didn’t even flinch. My body was too drained to react. But when I saw Bell step inside, her worried eyes scanning the room until they landed on me, something inside me broke all over again.“Sofia,” she said softly, her voice trembling as she rushed to my side. “Oh, dear, dear, don’t cry.” She knelt by the bed, her hands gently brushing the hair away from my tear-streaked face. Her eyes filled with concern as she took in the bruises, the hollow look in my eyes, and my trembling frame.I shook my head weakly, unable to stop the tears that kept falling. “He… he forced himself on me yesterday,” I whispered, my voice barely
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Four hours passed, and I stayed on the bed, too weak and drained to move. My body still ached, and the hunger clawing at my stomach was unbearable. The silence in the room made everything worse, and I could feel myself sinking deeper into despair.Then, I heard it again—footsteps in the hallway. My heart leapt with a mix of hope and fear. Maybe it was Bell coming back to check on me. I turned my head toward the door, waiting anxiously.But as the footsteps grew closer, they sounded heavier and slower than Bell’s. My chest tightened, and a shiver ran down my spine. I knew who it was before the door even opened.The lock clicked, and the door creaked open. Standing there was Theo. His tall frame filled the doorway, and his cold, sharp eyes pinned me in place. He stepped inside, his presence suffocating the room. He looked down at me with a smirk, as if he enjoyed seeing me like this—broken and helpless.“Still alive, I see,” he said, his voice low and mocking. “Good. I’d hate for this
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The next day, I woke up feeling worse than I had the night before. My body still ached all over, and every small movement sent a sharp pain shooting through me. I was lying on the bed where Bell had left me, but something felt off. It was too quiet.I glanced toward the door. Usually, by now—around 12:00 PM—Bell would have knocked, bringing me food or fresh clothes. She might not have spoken much, but her presence was the only comfort I had in this place. At the very least, Theo always sent her to check on me once or twice. But today, there was nothing. No knock. No sound. Just silence.My stomach growled, the emptiness making my pain feel worse. I sat up slowly, biting my lip to stop myself from crying out as my sore muscles protested. I limped toward the door and pressed my ear against it, hoping to hear something—anything—but all I could hear was my own shallow breathing.I pressed my back against the cold wall, the rough surface scraping against my bare skin where the torn fabric
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Theo continued to wipe me, his eyes showed no mercy. I kept screaming, crying, and pleading but he refused. He flogged me till he was satisfied and let me loose.I lay on the bed, hurt and crying. My body ached all over. I tasted blood in my mouth and felt tears on my face.Theo stood over me, breathing hard. His eyes still looked mean. I though he might hit me again.But he looked away and walked off. I heard his heavy footsteps as he left me alone. I tried wearing the gown back. It was torn from me trying to flee and as I wore it my blood started to stain it.Not up to 5 minutes one of his man came and picked me up, their hand gripping me tight making me to feel the pain more. They took me to my room and locked me inside.I lay on the cold floor, unable to move. My body felt like it was in fire, every breath hurt. I cried out in agony. Tears streamed down my face hurt and bitter. My mind was a swirling mess of despair, wondering how God could create someone like Theo? How could such
