LOGINShare
Eat
Last Updated:
2025-03-26 03:31:37
Related chapters
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Pretense
Meera~I paced back and forth in the room as anxiety clawed its way inside me. I was supposed to feel good, happy, but I felt as if something inside me was breaking.I felt so guilty for liking my own husband's touch, for liking his gentleness towards me.I clutched my hair tightly as silent tears streamed down my face."No, Meera, you can't do this. You have to control," I said to myself and started to take deep breaths.But as if all my self-talk vanished into thin air.I strode towards the bathroom and plunged three fingers deep down my throat. I vomited all the contents out of my stomach.I collapsed onto the cold bathroom floor, my body trembling as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. My throat burned, my stomach clenched painfully, but nothing compared to the agony twisting inside me.I wrapped my arms around myself as if that could hold me together, as if I wasn't already breaking apart.Why am I like this? Why can't I just be normal?I should have felt happy with the li
Last Updated : 2025-03-27My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Dance for me
Abram~The silence hung in the thick air, suffocating me. I loosened the tie around my neck and opened two buttons with a single hand.None of us spoke as I drove the car in eerie silence. My grip tightened around the steering wheel as her words from earlier echoed in my ears like venom."You are free to hurt me, but do it without this facade, without this pretense."The weight of her words settled in my chest like lead. I wanted to argue, to tell her she was wrong, but I knew better.The city lights blurred past the windshield, neon reflections casting fractured colors across her face. She sat beside me, staring out the window, arms wrapped around herself as if shielding herself from an invisible storm.A storm that is me.I stole a glance at her—at the way her fingers trembled ever so slightly against the fabric of her dress. She wasn't crying, but the silence between us was louder than any scream.The pain in her voice still cut deep.Does she really think I am pretending to be gen
Last Updated : 2025-03-28My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Nightmare
Meera~He gently rolled my hard nipple under his thumb, and a soft, low moan escaped from my throat. He was still on my chest, trailing his fingers over my arm, planting feathery kisses on my chest.My hand itched to run my fingers through his mass of brown wavy curls, but I restrained myself from doing it because that would mean I had lost control when I had not.Control is the only power I have right now, in me. Even though the thread of control is wearing out with each passing day.I don't want to control myself; I want to lose myself in his touch, but I can't. And that's a fucking tragedy.Suddenly, a thunderstorm boomed, lighting up the whole sky, and my body convulsed, earning a low chuckle from him.I tried to push him away, but this beast of a man only forced his body down on mine."Abram, we need to leave," I said, but he just groaned in response and tightened his hold around my body."It's an abandoned road; we can't stay here any longer," I said through gritted teeth. He si
Last Updated : 2025-03-29My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Baby
Meera~Warmth.A steady, firm heat pressed against my back, an arm draped protectively over my waist, fingers lightly resting on my stomach as if afraid to let go. A slow, rhythmic rise and fall of a chest against me, and the sound of deep, even breathing filled the quiet room.Abram.My eyes fluttered open, greeted by the soft light filtering through the curtains. For a few moments, I just lay there, unmoving, trying to piece together the remnants of the night before.I looked at him, and my heart skipped a beat. His hair was falling over his forehead, and he was exuding innocence.I raised my hand to push away the hair and stare at him all day, but I refrained.Did he bring me here to his bed? But why? He doesn’t like sleeping with me in the same bed. And then, piece by piece, I realized—nightmare.No. Terror filled me, and I tried to move away from his hold. But as soon as I moved, his grip tightened, pulling me closer. A low, sleepy groan rumbled from his chest, his lips ghosting
Last Updated : 2025-03-29My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Luckiest Bride
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
Last Updated : 2024-06-13My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Fragile Doll
Meera ~'Mimi, I am your big sister I will always love you and protect you. I will never leave you alone my baby sister, never ever.'Tears streamed down from dull ambers on the porcelain skin, flushed with dark red hues. Vacant eyes staring out of the window, gazing at the bright stars. As she remember her sister's saying. My granny once said if she dies then look for her in the stars. And after the death of my grandmother , I always gazed at stars and will talk to the brightest among them. It gave me the calmness in lone nights I needed. But I did not imagine that someday I would be searching my sister, my lottie among the stars. "I miss you lottie" I whispered and closed my eyes letting the tears fall from my eyes. I was in my new home, in my new room which I am going to share with my husband. It is his room. But he was not here, he left me home and did not come back. It was almost past mid night and still he has not come back. And he won't, I just know that. Because he hates
Last Updated : 2024-06-13My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Humiliated
Meera ~PastLub dub lub dub lub dub lub dub two hearts beating in the same synching rhythm, like thunder, blood pumping into their veins like a downpour. One bursting with joy and pride for starting a new and beautiful life and the other beating with the sorrow of losing. "I can't believe it is finally, happening" I gave a small pretensious smile to my sister who was beaming and glowing with utter happiness. "I never imagined that I will find love this easily, I am so blessed to have him". My sister spoke and I could not help but feel a pang of jealousy. How easy it is for some people to get everything in life so easily. Loving parents, love, beauty everything. Someone said it right, loving can hurt. Loving can make you lose yourself. It is a painful loop of a vicious cycle that no one can make it out of. And that is what I am feeling, sorrow, about losing my everything. My life, my love, my soul, my everything. Taking the hand of my beloved sister who I loves so much, I hande
Last Updated : 2024-06-13My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Behave
Meera ~I winced as the hair curler touched my forehead, causing my skin to burn slightly "I am so sorry, Ms. " I heard the stylist and sighed "it's okay, just tell someone to bring me an ice pack" I said to her. Today, I am attending the first event with my husband after my wedding. It is a party hosted by one of his partners at their home, and they has sent invitation to bring me along. That is why, my husband sent all the stylist to doll me up in the best way possible, to make me look presentable, that was his exact words. It hurt, it hurt so much, when he humiliates me, I know I am not pretty enough, no, I am not pretty at all but atleast he could have the decency not to humiliate me in front of outer world. "Done, you can see yourself now" I heard the hair stylist, the makeup artist has already done my makeup. I slowly opened my eyes, and blinked slowly, taking in my whole appearance. My face was done in light summer makeup with glowy blush and hair was done in French sid
Last Updated : 2024-06-13
Latest chapter
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Baby
Meera~Warmth.A steady, firm heat pressed against my back, an arm draped protectively over my waist, fingers lightly resting on my stomach as if afraid to let go. A slow, rhythmic rise and fall of a chest against me, and the sound of deep, even breathing filled the quiet room.Abram.My eyes fluttered open, greeted by the soft light filtering through the curtains. For a few moments, I just lay there, unmoving, trying to piece together the remnants of the night before.I looked at him, and my heart skipped a beat. His hair was falling over his forehead, and he was exuding innocence.I raised my hand to push away the hair and stare at him all day, but I refrained.Did he bring me here to his bed? But why? He doesn’t like sleeping with me in the same bed. And then, piece by piece, I realized—nightmare.No. Terror filled me, and I tried to move away from his hold. But as soon as I moved, his grip tightened, pulling me closer. A low, sleepy groan rumbled from his chest, his lips ghosting
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Nightmare
Meera~He gently rolled my hard nipple under his thumb, and a soft, low moan escaped from my throat. He was still on my chest, trailing his fingers over my arm, planting feathery kisses on my chest.My hand itched to run my fingers through his mass of brown wavy curls, but I restrained myself from doing it because that would mean I had lost control when I had not.Control is the only power I have right now, in me. Even though the thread of control is wearing out with each passing day.I don't want to control myself; I want to lose myself in his touch, but I can't. And that's a fucking tragedy.Suddenly, a thunderstorm boomed, lighting up the whole sky, and my body convulsed, earning a low chuckle from him.I tried to push him away, but this beast of a man only forced his body down on mine."Abram, we need to leave," I said, but he just groaned in response and tightened his hold around my body."It's an abandoned road; we can't stay here any longer," I said through gritted teeth. He si
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Dance for me
Abram~The silence hung in the thick air, suffocating me. I loosened the tie around my neck and opened two buttons with a single hand.None of us spoke as I drove the car in eerie silence. My grip tightened around the steering wheel as her words from earlier echoed in my ears like venom."You are free to hurt me, but do it without this facade, without this pretense."The weight of her words settled in my chest like lead. I wanted to argue, to tell her she was wrong, but I knew better.The city lights blurred past the windshield, neon reflections casting fractured colors across her face. She sat beside me, staring out the window, arms wrapped around herself as if shielding herself from an invisible storm.A storm that is me.I stole a glance at her—at the way her fingers trembled ever so slightly against the fabric of her dress. She wasn't crying, but the silence between us was louder than any scream.The pain in her voice still cut deep.Does she really think I am pretending to be gen
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Pretense
Meera~I paced back and forth in the room as anxiety clawed its way inside me. I was supposed to feel good, happy, but I felt as if something inside me was breaking.I felt so guilty for liking my own husband's touch, for liking his gentleness towards me.I clutched my hair tightly as silent tears streamed down my face."No, Meera, you can't do this. You have to control," I said to myself and started to take deep breaths.But as if all my self-talk vanished into thin air.I strode towards the bathroom and plunged three fingers deep down my throat. I vomited all the contents out of my stomach.I collapsed onto the cold bathroom floor, my body trembling as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. My throat burned, my stomach clenched painfully, but nothing compared to the agony twisting inside me.I wrapped my arms around myself as if that could hold me together, as if I wasn't already breaking apart.Why am I like this? Why can't I just be normal?I should have felt happy with the li
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Eat
Meera~I sat on the floor, tired. I bit my inner cheek, trying not to cry. My eyes glossed over, and just like that, traitorous tears dropped from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks.He is trying to change the last shred of me, trying to mold me into something I am not and could never be.I glanced around the closet full of luxury clothes with expensive brands, high heels, bags—everything a fashion girl would dream of.But I don't.My old clothes, without any fanciness, were donated to some NGO.Yes, I was born into a rich family, but this is not me. I don't like fanciness; I like simplicity. But who cares about what I like? It's what my dad liked, and now, it's what my husband likes.These clothes are not me. I am not this way, and now he is forcing me to be something like this. He knows I don't wear such revealing clothes, yet he is making me realize that he is the one who holds power.I am a mere puppet, dancing on his strings.I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, taking a shaky
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Little punk
Abram ~ 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
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Divorce her
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
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Happy
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
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Untie me
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
