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My Husband's Vengeful Hatred I hate her
Abram ~I watched the scene unfolding in front of me in horror, my wife, she was kicking on the shin of my brother, who was oblivious to any pain because he was unconscious. She kept on kicking him like a possesed woman, my heart was thrumming inside my chest rapidly. Her clothes were torn, hair was mess, she looked broken. My breath hitched in my throat, when she looked at me. My vision blurred when I saw her bruised bloodied face, only if I have listened to her that day. What kind of husband I am? Who can't even save his wife. She walked towards me, I want to hold her, and never let go, but she walked past by me. I turn around and grab her wrist. She turn around and look at me, there was no anger, nothing in her eyes, they just looked blank and it broke my heart. "Meera--" I whisper her name and she withdrew her hand away from my grasp. "Don't touch me" She said, her voice lacking any emotion, I watched her retriving back as she climbed up the stairs. I have broken her. I am
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Why do you hate me?
Meera ~"You killed me, Meera. You didn't care for my love, you killed me, ruined every happy aspect of my life, now it's time you die and rot in hell".I felt my breath got stuck in my chest, and I couldn't breath, all I could see and hear was my sister's voice who is hell bent on killing me. Tears streamed down from the corner of my eyes, I couldn't breathe, I tried to remove the hand which was choking me but I failed. Seconds by seconds my breathing laboured and shortened and I could feel my death near, in front of my eyes. Suddenly , my throat got released, and I take long intakes of air, trying calm myself from near death experience. "I hate you, so much Meera" I heard the familiar female voice of my ex best friend, her head was on my chest and she was sobbing. "I know, and I desrve it" I said and stroked Raya's hair. I have no explanation to justify what I did to her. I am terrible person and a bad human being. Maybe that's why what happened to me, was my fault. Because I
My 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
My 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
My 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
My 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
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Best Friend
Meera ~I washed my hands and walked out. Feeling a little content, I know I shouldn't have said this but it was fun until. Until I saw my own husband who told me to behave, is now cozily laughing with Hannerina. They both are standing so close to each other that he is not even realising that he putting a show of our marriage in front of others. I stood there in the middle, stuck as if my feet are glued to the floor, why would he do something like this in public? No, he can't make me or him a joke in front of world. I am now cursing myself for being a bitch to Mrs. Decker, my karma is hitting me back. I need to stop this, I have to stop this, I can't bear it. My body loosened as, I saw Derek my husband's best friend joining them in. I could literally make out the facial expression of Hanne bitch rina that she was clearly annoyed. Good. I thought of going in between them but didn't. Because I am already feeling out of place, these people are making me out the f place. Even though
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Privacy
Meera ~I punch and punch and punch my fist on the dough and again did the same thing, hurting myself in process. Tears were blurring my vision but I kept on over kneading the dough. "You are a whore" . "You are a whore"."You are a whore" . That's what he called me, a whore. I have been called ugly, freak, fat, bitch but never whore, because I am damn fucking virgin. I always kept my distance from boys other than my best friend. But I and Ian are platonic lovers, there is nothing sexual or romantic between us. It's pure care and loyalty for each other. But he called me a whore, I know he hates me, but how can he use such a derogatory term for a woman, for his own wife. Do I really deserve to be call a whore? Do I really deserve all of this? Maybe yes. Because what Abram is doing to me is nothing compared to what I did. So, probably yes I deserve this, I deserve to get hurt, I deserve to get humiliated, I deserve to burn in his hatred for me, I deserve all of this for the sin I
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My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Why do you hate me?
Meera ~"You killed me, Meera. You didn't care for my love, you killed me, ruined every happy aspect of my life, now it's time you die and rot in hell".I felt my breath got stuck in my chest, and I couldn't breath, all I could see and hear was my sister's voice who is hell bent on killing me. Tears streamed down from the corner of my eyes, I couldn't breathe, I tried to remove the hand which was choking me but I failed. Seconds by seconds my breathing laboured and shortened and I could feel my death near, in front of my eyes. Suddenly , my throat got released, and I take long intakes of air, trying calm myself from near death experience. "I hate you, so much Meera" I heard the familiar female voice of my ex best friend, her head was on my chest and she was sobbing. "I know, and I desrve it" I said and stroked Raya's hair. I have no explanation to justify what I did to her. I am terrible person and a bad human being. Maybe that's why what happened to me, was my fault. Because I
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred I hate her
Abram ~I watched the scene unfolding in front of me in horror, my wife, she was kicking on the shin of my brother, who was oblivious to any pain because he was unconscious. She kept on kicking him like a possesed woman, my heart was thrumming inside my chest rapidly. Her clothes were torn, hair was mess, she looked broken. My breath hitched in my throat, when she looked at me. My vision blurred when I saw her bruised bloodied face, only if I have listened to her that day. What kind of husband I am? Who can't even save his wife. She walked towards me, I want to hold her, and never let go, but she walked past by me. I turn around and grab her wrist. She turn around and look at me, there was no anger, nothing in her eyes, they just looked blank and it broke my heart. "Meera--" I whisper her name and she withdrew her hand away from my grasp. "Don't touch me" She said, her voice lacking any emotion, I watched her retriving back as she climbed up the stairs. I have broken her. I am
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred I will destroy you
Meera ~He was on top of me and my eyes widened in fear. "Ethan". I let out the whisper of his name in fear and for a moment I went numb. His blue orbs looked at me with a sinister glint. " Never ever my name sounded, this sexy from a someone's mouth" He said and smirked at me, sinisterly. His every word, every touch disgust me. "You disgust me" I gritted out and try to push him away with all my might but he didn't even budge. His weight has started to suffocate me, my eyes brimmed with tears when I felt his lips skimming down on my neck. "Get away from me you bastard" I screamrd and best his chest, but he sunk his teeth deeper into my neck, biting my flesh, chewing it, causing me to shriek in pain. "You are delicious, Meera darling" He said and dug his teeth on the other side of my flesh, I could feel my flesh tearing away from my neck. It hurts, it hurts so bad, tears streamed down from the corner of my eyes, I punched on his chest with courage I got . He pinned my hands abo
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Ethan
Meera ~It's been a week, since that incident. Neither I have spoken to Abram nor I had an encounter with Ethan. For Abram, as long as I don't come into his way, we are good. Even though it still hurts me that, he didn't believe me but it's fine, he has no reason to believe me after all, I killed my sister. I wish you were alive, lottie, nothing this would have ever happened. I jolted as I heard someone running inside the kitchen and I held the knife in defense, and let out a sigh of relief when I saw Samantha standing in front of me. "What happened sammy, what got you so rushed up? " I ask, and continued to make tomato puree. She huffed and took long intake of air. "She is coming" She said and I frowned. "Who is coming, Samantha? " I ask, and looked at her. "Sir Abram's grandmother. Mrs. Joan Rickard" She say and my eyes widened. I have never met Abram's grand mother. Just heard great things about her and she lives somewhere in Scotland, in their country home. "I guess it's no
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred I won't be responsible for the consequences
Meera ~"Mark my words, Meera you will be my slut in no time".I hurriedly climbed upon the stairs, without looking back, I directly went into my room and shut the door behind me and locked it from inside. I walked towards bathroom and started to scrub my hands where he laid his filthy hands on mine. His voice, still ringing in my head. How can be he so disgusting and shameful? I am his fucking sister in law, how could he do this to me. Didn't he care about Abram, then why did he do this to me. Fucking bastard. I scrubbed out his touch until my skin turned red and finally I dropped the loofah from my hand on the floor. Tears streamed down from my eyes, and a sob wreck through my chest. I feel disgusting. Should I tell Abram? Yes, I should definitely tell Abram, about what his brother did and said to me. He will definitely do something. Atleast he will protect me from him, because I am afraid, what Ethan may do to me next. I have a gut feeling that he is going to harm me. And th
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Mark my words
Meera ~"Why don't you take up the job of undressing me from now on". My eyes widened at his statement and my cheeks heated up again. Does he even realize what he is saying? " Abram, i--I " I stuttered again, and he look at me with intense gaze as if he is undressing me with his eyes. "Come here" He says in a firm Voice and my heart thrummed against my chest. Suddenly I feel scared of him. Is he gonna hurt me again? "I don't like repeating myself, Meera" He says and I slowly walk towards him with small steps. I fear him, now. He tugged on my hand and pulled me towards him, making me land on his chest. I placed my hand on his chest and look up at him. A shiver roll down my spine, as I felt his hot fingers sliding inside my dress and then they were on my ass. He squeezed my ass in his big palms and my core throbbed at his action. "It's your punishment for not wearing panty, in my house" He rasped against my face and I bit my lip in embarrassment. His eyes landed on my lips and
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Undress me
Meera ~There was something about caring, that you want for more and more. I applied ointment on my ass cheeks, which are less sore now. My cheeks heated up, as yesterday's events flashed across my eyes. The way he touched me, the way he kissed the intimate part of my body, just to lessen my pain, still has my heart beat fasten. Should I hate him for his monstrous behaviour or should I be happy that the Abram, I used to know , the caring one, the gentle one, is still there. I decided not wear my my panty, just wore pink cotton dress, reaching till my mid thighs, leaving my brown hairs loose cascading down to my hips. I walked out of my room. Climbing down the stairs, I saw Raya sitting on the sofa, and suddenly memories of those night flash across my eyes. I was so close to get raped, and all because of her, I walked past her, clearly avoiding her because I have no intention of make sweet talks to her. "Meera, listen to me please" I heard her Voice but continued to make my way
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Disgust
Abram ~Those ambers, those damn fucking ambers, they are so enciting that they burn up my whole being. They held so much pain and innocence that I cannot help but get drawn to them. Everytime I look at those amber orbs, I forget everything and just get lost into them. But I know the truth, eyes lie, and she is a vicious woman, she is a fucking whore. I clenched my fist as the scene from yesterday, where she was intimately standing with that Ian flashed across my eyes. My insides burned with sudden rage. I raked my fingers through my hair and let out a sigh of frustration. Why the fuck do I care? No, I may not love her but she is mine, my wife, and I won't let her tarnish my reputation by whoring around like this. Her naked form flashed across my eyes and I felt blood rushing to my cock. She is so fucking Beautiful, so fucking tempting, that I just want to bury myself deep inside her. Her ample curves, her moans, her whimpers even her tears are so fucking tempting. Why the fuc
My Husband's Vengeful Hatred Numb
Meera ~"Strip".His voice send chills down my spine and shocked me to my core. Strip. Does he really told me to Strip like a prostitute. " Don't make me say again, pigeon" He said while nuzzling into the column of my neck. My eyes teared up, he is serious. I am not dreaming. My breath hitched as his hand traveled to my cleavage and a yelp escape from my mouth as he yanked my hair and twisted them in his hold. "I see, you want me to do work, fine by me" He snarled and suddenly I felt a burning sensation on my arm and I got up from his lap. I rubbed my arm where he burnt me with his cigarette and looked at him with teary eyes. Before I could say anything, he pulled me again. And this time I met with his hard chest, dread settled inside me, "pigeon, let me see the body that you show others" He said and tear down my dress in one go. I felt sharp slices cutting my arms and drawing out blood, he cut me with a knife. A sob wreck through my chest at the intense pain "Abram--" I let out
