"Abram, please give me the ring, please" tears streamed down from her cheeks as she begged in front of her husband, naked precisely. A cruel chuckle escaped from his mouth and she peered at him with her terrified tearful gaze. He stared at her with a sadistic smirk "Crawl to me". A marriage of hatred and atonement, one dreadful night that changes everything for two withering hearts. There will be love and betrayal. In this saga of never-ending hate and love, will they survive each other?
Lihat lebih banyakAbram ~ I clenched my fists as I stormed into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. My mother’s words echoed in my head like a poisonous chant. "Divorce her." The audacity. The fucking audacity. My jaw locked as I raked a hand through my hair, pacing the length of the room like a caged animal. She wanted me to leave Meera. The moment I touched her, there was no going back. And now, after everything, after the war I fought within myself, after the nights I spent battling my desire for her, after the way she made me feel—there was no fucking way I was letting her go. I turned my head sharply, my eyes landing on my wife who was scurring through her clothes in the closet. She had no idea what just happened downstairs. No idea how my mother seethed with hatred for her. How she was trying to rip her away from me. I took slow deliberate steps towards her and wrapped my arms around her from behind and kissed on the cute mole on the curve of her neck. The fresh bite mark was al
Jessica~ I froze in the doorway, my breath catching in my throat. My mind struggled to process what my eyes had just seen. Oh. Oh no. I looked at my son and his wife, mortified. They were naked, and I could see that they were doing the deed. He was holding her from behind, not letting go. Heat flooded my face, my fingers tightening around the pie dish I had brought, as if it could somehow shield me from the absolute horror of this moment. I hadn’t meant to barge in. I had knocked. Hadn’t I? Oh, God. Had I knocked? I coughed and, without saying a word, left the room. I squeezed my eyes shut. Nope. Not happening. I cannot process this. This was my son. My baby. And his wife—my jaw clenched as their intimate moment burned into my memory. I hurried down to the kitchen, filled a glass with cold water, and gulped it down, trying to calm my anxiety. How could he touch her like this? Didn’t he swear that he hated her? And now, he let her into his room—how could he do this just for a
Meera I snuggled deeper into the warmth, a contented smile playing on my lips as soft sunrays seeped into my skin, waking me gently—like an angel’s touch. The familiar scent of the pillow surrounded me, a mix of cedarwood and spice. His scent. My eyes shot open as realization dawned. Last night, he left me tied up and half-naked. But now… I was free. My shorts were in place, my wrists unbound, and I had woken up comfortably in his bed. I glanced around. The room was vast and elegant—an exquisite blend of power and personal taste. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked a glittering city skyline, the tinted glass offering both privacy and an uninterrupted view. The golden glow from recessed lighting highlighted the handcrafted mahogany walls and the smooth Italian marble floors. It felt so much like him—arrogant, dominant, and utterly rich. My heart pounded as the silence was shattered by a deep, commanding voice. His voice. "Even though you deserve punishment, Pigeon, I s
Meera ~"Why don't you just kill me Abram? I am tired , please kill me I can't do this anymore. " I sobbed as the pain surged in my body. I should have prepared myself for getting hurt. But for a fleeting moment when I saw peace in his eyes when he was standing at my doorway made me believe him, that maybe he won't hurt me like this. But now this, all the pain he has put me through came back with a force. And this room, these four walls are suffocating me, that I couldn't even breath properly. I closed my eyes letting the tears fall from my eyes. "You think I did this on purpose? " My eyes flung open and I glared at him through my teary vision, and frown etched between his eyebrows. I didn't say anything and he leaned down, staring into my eyes, I trembled as he caressed my cheek and a yelp escaped through my throat as he turned me over, on my front. My heartbeat fastened as he started to hike up my crop top and I heard a sharp intake of breath from him. I clenched my eyes shut
Abram~I exhaled the smoke in a slow, deliberate breath, watching as it curled and dissipated into the dimly lit room. If only my thoughts could vanish as easily.But they didn't.They wrapped around me, thick and suffocating, just like she did. Meera.I hated her. She had been an unwanted presence in my life, a burden I never asked for, a mistake I should have corrected long ago. But now? Now, she was something else entirely.She was an obsession. A sickness that spread through my veins like poison, intoxicating and maddening all at once.I used to think I was free, that I was above letting someone like her sink her claws into me. Never allowing her to believe she had any real place in my world. Yet here I was, haunted by her every move, tormented by the way she breathed in my space as if she belonged there.I should have been rid of her. I should have cast her aside, let her rot in the insignificance she deserved.But I couldn't.And that was the part that made my blood boil the mos
Meera~I turned to leave, but before I could take another step, a firm grip on my wrist yanked me back with force. My breath hitched as my back collided with his hard chest. His scent-masculine, expensive, intoxicating-surrounded me, making my head spin. "You think you can challenge me, sweetheart?" Abram's voice was low, dangerous, and entirely too enticing for my own good. I swallowed, keeping my chin high, refusing to cower under his intense gaze. "I don't think, Abram. I know." A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest, his breath hot against my ear. "So my pigeon has Finally got wings" His fingers trailed down my arm, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake. I scoffed, pretending my body wasn't betraying me "are you plotting another torture for me, dear husband? "I twisted my wrist, but he didn't let go. If anything, his grip tightened, his other hand coming to rest on my waist. "You are playing with my patience wife, be careful I might burn you in this game" he murmured, h
Meera~"Just because I am fucking her doesn't mean I will ruin my peaceful sleep at night, right, wife?"My eyes welled up, and I bit my lip hard to keep myself from crying in front of this obnoxious jerk who uttered those words.So, he can fuck me whenever he wants, but he can't ruin his peaceful sleep—yet he can ruin me?"Language, Abram," Mummy gritted out, and I glared at him, wishing I could wipe that smug look off his handsome, infuriating face.I heard a deep sigh and looked at Mummy; she seemed irritated. "You two are married, and now I have to teach you marriage rules," she said in a weary tone.Should I tell her that her grandson kicked me out of his bedroom on the very first night of our wedding? I glanced at him with spite. No—I would never let anyone know the sham of my marriage."I want both of you in the same room starting tomorrow. And I want no excuses. Clear your minds tonight, and tomorrow, Meera, I want you in his room," she declared, and I frowned. She can't just
Meera~"Your scream that's all I want to hear right now, pigeon"."Leave me" I uttered and a smirk formed on his mouth and a scream tore through my mouth as I found myself deep in water. I gasped for air and removed droplers of water from my eyes "Abram" I cried at his audacity. Fucking bastard. He chuckeked and dived in the pool drenching himself. Wgat has gotten into him. His gaze roamed over my body and suddenly I feel exposed even being fully clothed. I found myself involuntarily walking back with each step he took towards me with a Mission on his mind until my vack hit the cold railing of pool. His hard chest touched mine and a shaky breath escape from my mouth causing my breast to swell against his chest. "Abram" I whispered his name as he trailed his fingers on the swell of my breast and a small growl reverberated through his chest. The intensity of his hot gaze was causing sweet throbbing between my legs, I could feel warmth pooling in my panty. "This fucking bastard of
Meera~"May I have a dance with you young lady? " I heard the voice that sent chill down my spine my heart thrummed inside my chest rapidly and I couldn't move a single muscle, I was frozen. I felt his dirty old hand stroking my arm, which made me feel as if bugs are crawling on my skin nothing like my husband's touch. Slowly I spun around and came face to face with the face I loath and hate more than anything in this world. He grinned with his yellow teeth "Uncle robert" I whispered his name and saw his eyes darkened "you will dance with me child? " He asked and I couldn't do anything. As if all my powers are snatched, and all the memories of my past rushed back in my mind and I looked around searching for my husband. I need him. My eyes landed on Abram and he was talking to some woman, laughing heartily. My heart broke, why did I even try to go away from him when he isn't even coming to me. My insides burn with jealousy , I want to drag that bitch away from my husband. God, I
Meera ~ "I wish you died the day you were born" Keeping a straight face, I let my heart shatter into pieces as my father spouted Venomous words into my ear. Ain't I the luckiest bride in this world? Who gets to hear such words from her own father, and is marrying the man who does not love her? A wedding is supposed to be the greatest ritual for anyone, such a blissful ritual but for me it is nothing but a sham. I am marrying my sister's fiancee, the man I love with my whole heart but he does not love me back. I am donned in a beautiful custom-made white lace gown with real diamond adorned on the bodice in floral embroidery. It is one of those rare beautiful dress that was made by greatest designer for the beautiful bride, and that was my sister. My beautiful sister. Whom she--. I blinked back the tears that were forming in the back of my eyes, as my sister's smiling face flashed across my eyes. I took a deep breath as the church gate opened and the red carpet followed...
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