Rima’s POVAt George's words, Jacob's face paled, his eyes widening in shock. The warm, friendly demeanor he had always carried seemed to crack, revealing a raw vulnerability. He looked at me, then at George, his gaze shifted from George's hand around my waist to my face, disbelief etched in his eyes.Before I could utter a word, George interjected, his words like poison-tipped arrows "Of course, you know her as...Rima Karam here. But nonetheless, I'm still her husband"His words reverberated through the hall, a chilling reminder of my lies that threatened to shatter the life I had built here. My heart felt like it was lodged in my throat, a throbbing drum beating out a frantic rhythm.Jacob remained silent, his stunned expression saying more than words ever could. Sensing the tension, George dropped his hand and turned towards me, speaking in low Arabic "Shebo masdum? Haket shi ghalat?" (Why is he so traumatized? Was it something I said?)Ge
Jacob’s POVThe moment she said those words, it felt as if the world had ground to a halt "I'm leaving, Jacob" Her voice was so quiet, so resigned, that for a moment — a split second — I thought I'd imagined it. But the look in her eyes, the sadness and determination mixed in equal parts, told me that I had not.My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing the betrayal I felt. The woman I loved — the woman I thought I loved — was not only a stranger, but she was also walking out of my life. And the worst part was that she was doing it out of a misguided sense of protection.I felt a surge of anger, hot and raw, coursing through me. How could she decide what was best for me? How could she simply announce it as a done deal, without even giving me a chance to have a say, to fight for what we had?But beneath the anger, there was pain. A deep, sharp, gut-wrenching pain that spread through me like a wildfire. The woman I loved,
Jacob’s POVMy words hung heavy in the air, sharp and cutting, and for a moment she seemed unable to speak, stunned into silence.She stared at me, her eyes wide and tortured, torn between two impossible choices. To run, to flee from the storm that was about to begin with the return of her husband, or to stand her ground, to face the danger head on with me.The silence drew out, the tension building to an unbearable crescendo. And then, finally, she spoke. Her voice was quiet but intense, filled with a desperation I had never heard before "Let me go, Jacob"But I couldn't let her go. Not now. Not ever.So I leaned in closer, our faces mere inches apart, our breaths mingling in the charged silence. I could feel the heat of her, the fear, the anticipation. And I made a vow, my voice low and fierce, as unyielding as the resolve in my heart."Never"Suddenly, she broke, the pain and fear she'd been holding back spilling out in a tor
Jacob’s POVHer voice broke as she confessed "I never thought I could love or trust anyone ever again. It wasn't just George deceiving me that hurt so much, it was the fact that I blamed myself for falling into his trap so blindly. I felt so... foolish"I felt a deep pang in my heart at her words. This woman, who had been forced to endure unthinkable torment, was blaming herself for the actions of a cruel, manipulative man. It was a heartbreaking testament to the damage he had done, the wounds he'd left on her soul.I began gently, my voice laced with the sincerest empathy "you were not foolish. You were manipulated by someone who mastered the art of deception. Someone who exploited your trust, your innocence. You were not at fault, Rima. You were a victim of a monstrous man’s deception"I paused, looking deeply into her eyes, hoping my words would find a place in her heart "It's understandable to find it hard to trust or love again after what
Rima’s POVTwo of the most agonizing days since George’s arrival here had passed. Fear had become a constant, unwanted companion. Fear of the unknown. Fear of this nightmare from which there seemed to be no escape. Fear of losing someone else, someone other than Tony.The news was confirmed. Tony's house had been attacked four days ago, and everyone inside was killed. I mourned his loss in Jacob's arms, his strong shoulders offering a semblance of comfort amidst the despair.Savaş and Jacob took every precaution to fortify the tower, transforming it into an impregnable fortress. No one was allowed through without undergoing a thorough search and questioning their reasons for being here.Jacob even called his brothers and informed them of the situation. Initially, I was against this, feeling a deep sense of shame at the thought of his family discovering that I had been married to a psychopathic man hell-bent on reclaiming me, putting Jacob in danger with me.But Alex, understanding the
Rima’s POVTrue to Lucas's words, the ceramic blade was not detected during the quick but thorough search the men conducted on me. Dressed in black and carrying concealed weapons, they waited for me outside the main gate.Without any further delay, they ushered me into a car and we sped off through the city streets. My heart pounded in my chest, threatening to burst from the terror that coursed through my veins.As the cityscape whizzed past, I tried to plan my actions and words. How could I minimize the damage to both Jacob and myself? The ride seemed to stretch on forever, and my mind was filled with horrifying images of what George might have done to Jacob.Regret filled me as I thought of how I had let Jacob convince me to stay. Why hadn't I been strong enough to let him go when it was the obvious choice to keep him safe from George?The car finally came to a stop in front of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Toronto. The place w
Jacob’s POVFrom the moment her silhouette appeared in the harsh, industrial gloom of the warehouse, a sense of dread coiled in my gut. Her eyes, flickering like restless fireflies, darted around the room, capturing every insignificant detail as if they were vital pieces in a life-or-death puzzle. She had come prepared for battle, ready to plunge into the throes of hell to free us from this waking nightmare. But a volcanic fury bubbled within me. Lucas had sworn to me, his promise as solid as bedrock, that he wouldn't drag her into this dangerous mess. Yet, here she was, tossed into the ravenous lion's den due to his reckless disregard.When she began to speak, her voice flowed steady as a mountain stream, her gaze locked in a deadly dance with George's. The words she uttered, proclaiming her love for him and reducing me to a mere pawn in her game, landed like brutal punches to my gut. I clung desperately to the hope that she was putting on the performance of a lifetime, that she was
Rima’s POVThe world around me feels like it's spinning, out of control, faster and faster. Images flash through my mind in a chaotic whirlwind. Jacob, lying on the ground, blood staining his shirt. George, my husband in name only, smiling cruelly as he forced me to play the dutiful wife. His body, lifeless and cold on the floor, my hands stained with his blood.Shooting Jacob... My heart clenches at the thought. It was a desperate act, a last-ditch attempt to save him. The memory of pulling the trigger, of seeing him fall, sends a wave of nausea through me. I had aimed for his chest, further away from his heart, I prayed to every god I could think of that I wouldn't kill him. That I wouldn't lose him like I'd lost so much before him.If I had let George pull that trigger, Jacob would be dead now. A bullet in his head, instant and unforgiving. But there was a chance, a slim, horrifying chance, that I could save him and I had no other choice but to take it.After George took me away, J
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Jacob’s POVNine Months Later"Isn't he just exquisite?" Mom breathed out, utterly captivated. Her eyes shimmered with grandmotherly tenderness as she leaned over the crib, absorbed in the cherubic face of our little one. The baby returned her gaze with a quiet, wide-eyed wonder, a tiny observer in his newfound world.Nine extraordinary, life-changing months had rolled by since Rima, my beacon of strength and beauty, and I found our way back to each other. Each sunrise, each sunset, each shared glance and whispered "I love you" had knitted our lives closer together.Only three weeks after that heartfelt proposal amid the soft, cascading snowflakes in my hometown Snow, we vowed to be each other's forever in front of those who mattered most. Our honeymoon was a blur of laughter, shared secrets, and the unspoken promise of a lifetime of togetherness.One of my pledges to Rima, that radiant woman who radiates courage and kindness in equal measure
Rima’s POVTears began to pool in my eyes, born from the profound sincerity of his confession. My body was still humming, a residual echo of what had transpired just moments ago.The notion of him spanking me had never crossed my mind before, it was a boundary I had vowed never to cross again. Yet, when it happened... it felt right. It sparked an unexpected surge of desire within me. And it was all because of him, because of Jacob. With him, I felt a safety I hadn't felt before, a certainty that a simple, firm "stop" from me would have been enough to halt him, despite his anger.And when he took control, thrusting into me from behind, his dominance over my body was mind-blowing, earth-shattering."You're ogling" Jacob teased, his voice filled with amusement. I had spent the last few minutes drinking in his handsome features, marveling at how much I had missed them."I can't help it. I was on the brink of madness, thinking I might never see yo
Jacob’s POV"Jacob..." Her voice was breathy, filled with a potent mix of surprise and pleasure. Her response fueled my desire, driving me to repeat the action, each spank a punctuation to the silent conversation our bodies were having. She met each one with a gasp, a moan, a plea for more.My hand moved in a rhythm of its own, rising and falling, each impact a resonant note in the symphony of our reunion. The room was awash with the symphony of our breaths, punctuated by the sharp smacks of my hand against her flesh and her soft cries of surrender."Say you want this, Rima" I commanded, my voice a husky rumble that punctuated the quiet around us. It was not a mere question, but a demand, a plea for her to vocalize the raw, unadulterated desire we were both drowning in."Yes...God, yes, Jacob" she gasped out, her words syncing with the rhythm of my hand against her skin. Her admission was a sweet capitulation, a confession of the primal dance we wer
Jacob’s POVThe moment I found her in the closet, my heart had dropped like a stone in my chest. She was here. She was real. The woman who had haunted every waking moment and every restless dream, was here, in the flesh.Her presence was like a punch to the gut, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions I'd buried deep within me. Anger, hurt, betrayal - they all surged to the surface, a potent cocktail that threatened to consume me. Yet, beneath it all, there was a glimmer of something else. Relief? Hope? I couldn't tell.The moment I saw her pull the trigger, my world came to a screeching halt. The gun, instead of being aimed at the door, was pressed against her own chest. My heart pounded in my ears, a deafening drum that drowned out everything else. I watched in frozen horror as her fingers tightened around the trigger, a look of grim determination on her face.But the expected bang never came. The gun didn't discharge. The safety was on.Her ha
Rima’s POVHis words struck me like a sledgehammer, shattering my composure as easily as glass under strain. Never in my life had I anticipated hearing them, never had I fathomed the depth of meaning he'd imbue in them. The impact was monumental, a seismic shift that brought me to my knees, or would have, had his unyielding grip on my chin not kept me upright."No, please!" I found myself pleading, a raw cry torn from somewhere deep within. Pain surged through me, transcending all previous thresholds as those three damnable words echoed in my mind, a relentless mantra of rejection.Through my sobs, I reached out, my hands wrapping around his arm in a plea for mercy, for understanding. I was a puppet to my emotions, my words and actions spilling forth in an uncontrollable torrent "Jacob, don't do this to me! Don't kill me in this way! You could take that gun and shoot me right now, and it wouldn't be as painful as hearing those words from you!"His r
Rima’s POVTransfixed, my eyes met a familiar pair of warm brown depths that had haunted my dreams and tormented my waking hours. Eyes filled with a raw, horrifying realization of my intention, a sight I never anticipated to witness.Was it a cruel twist of fate? Or perhaps the intervention of some higher power that had caused me to overlook the safety on the gun, preventing me from taking my own life in his presence?His eyes were wide, mirroring my own shock, filled with an emotion that looked suspiciously like relief. His gaze was heavy with an unreadable mix of emotions as he took in the sight of me, trembling, gun still pressed against my chest.Tentatively, Jacob reached out, his hand shivering as much as mine, and gently eased the gun from my grasp. His touch was gentle, warm, a stark contrast to the cold steel that had been resting against my skin moments before.He placed the gun on the nightstand with a care that suggested he was ha
Jacob’s POV"Let her go, Jacob. It's for your own good" Demir's voice rang out, hard and unyielding as I reached for the car handle, my other hand still holding Rosalie at gunpoint."Give me what I want and she'll be free" I retorted, my voice final."I promised Rima I'd keep you away from her. What will she think if I broke my word for you?" Demir shot back, trying to negotiate.My jaw clenched at his words. It was just like Rima to sacrifice her own happiness to protect the ones she loved, to prevent herself from experiencing another loss, even if that meant losing in another way - through separation."Do I care? Probably not!" I snapped, swinging the car door open for Rosalie.Just as she was about to step into the car, Demir's voice rang out again "Fine! I'll tell you!"That was surprisingly easy.Whoever Rosalie was to Demir, it was clear that she was far more than just a 'sub' to him."But not before you release her. Right this instant" Demir demanded, his tone serious.I looked
Jacob’s POV"Where is she?" The words slipped through my clenched teeth, each one heavy with an urgency that refused to be ignored."Do you really think my answer will change from when your brothers came asking the same question?" Demir replied, a hint of mockery tinging his words.I slammed my fist on the desk, my patience dwindling "Stop toying with me, Demir! You're the one she'd turn to after Tony's death. I know she came to you" I shot back.His response was a smirk, cold and infuriating "So, by your own admission, she doesn't trust you at all. Maybe you should take your own hint, Jacob, and let her go. She certainly has let you go"I could feel a hot rush of anger sweeping over me, an insurmountable wave that drowned reason and restraint. My fist connected with his jaw, the impact sending a jolt of pain through my chest as my wound protested the sudden movement. But I didn't allow the flare of pain to show on my face."Consider this your final warning, Demir" I warned, my voice