..*..*..*..*.... A/n POV:Emily was walking through the parking area when a sudden call caught her attention, causing her to halt in her tracks. She turned around to see Lisa running towards her, a look of urgency etched on her face. At first, Emily frowned, wondering what could be the matter. "What happened?" Emily asked, concern evident in her voice as she watched Lisa approach. The man with the black veil stood concealed in a remote corner, his gaze fixed on the unfolding scene before him. Hidden behind the shroud that veiled his entire face, his features remained inscrutable, betraying no hint of his intentions. As he observed Emily and Lisa, his grip tightened around the syringe clenched in his hand, a surge of frustration coursing through him. With a muttered curse under his breath, he muttered, "Bloody f#k," his voice muffled by the fabric that obscured his face. Swiftly, he stowed the syringe away in his pocket. With lustful eyes, he watched the scene unfold before him, hi
..*..*..*... Stefano's mocking facial expression morphed into one of sheer dread, his features contorting into a visage of pure menace. His eyes, dark and intense, seemed to bore into the very depths of his soul. Just by gazing upon Stefano's face, he felt a primal fear grip him, his insides churning like a motherfucking poop. Bending down to his level, Stefano gripped his chin with an iron grip, forcing him to meet his dark, menacing gaze. "You dared to play with me, huh? You filthy drain worm," Stefano spat, his voice laced with contempt and disdain. "I saved your ass. You lived your low life with my money, and you dared to betray me," Stefano growled, his voice dripping with contempt and fury. He raised his foot, placing it on his face, pressing down with force as he ground it from side to side. He groaned in agony, feeling the weight of Stefano's boot bearing down on him. The pain was excruciating, each movement sending shockwaves of agony through his body. "I hired you to kee
..*..*..*... Author POV: The night stretched on endlessly as Steve didn't come whole night, as he stayed there, witnessing by his own eyes. Kangin died not physically but mentally. He may be breathing but his organ would never work again, Steve damaged him at that extent. Realizing the dire consequences of harassing Steve's wife, Kangin found himself facing the steep price of his actions. The thought of inflicting any sort of dreadful harm upon Emily, Steve's wife, loomed over him like a dark cloud, casting a shadow of regret upon his soul. He understood all too well that this desire to harm her was his gravest mistake, one that would haunt him for the rest of his days. Steve came to be aware, what sort of jerk he is, Kangin had a history of despicable acts, each one more heinous than the last. Steve delved deeper into Kangin's past, he uncovered a trail of deceit and betrayal that stretched back for years. It was revealed that Kangin had fled his old neighborhood in a desperate b
..*..*..*... Present time :Exhausted took over her, as Emily retreated to her room, her body drained from the relentless work. She was hell tired, from the office work to the endless chores that waited for her, and finally his needs to fulfill his desires without question or complaint. She became a robot who always does what everybody tell me without any complain. she stood beneath the warm cascade of the shower, Emily felt the weariness of her body wash away with the water. "At the end of the day, I am human, only human... with emotions, with a heart, with the capacity to feel pain," Emily whispered to herself, the words a desperate plea for recognition of her humanity in the face of relentless dehumanization. "Is this my life?" she wondered aloud, the weight of her circumstances bearing down upon her like a suffocating weight. "To live my whole life under his feet, where there is no respect, only humiliations? Am I his wife only in bed or in front of the world?" The realizatio
..*..*..*... "Why don't you just die?" The words reverberated like a never-ending echo, each syllable a dagger piercing her already wounded heart. These words escaped from the lips of her father. Emily’s trembling hand reached up to wipe away the tears that flowed freely down her cheeks, her body trembling with the effort to contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. But no matter how hard she tried to block out the hurtful words, they continued to haunt her, a relentless reminder of her worthlessness in the eyes of those who should have loved her unconditionally. "This is your place and it'll be, remember this." The cruel insistence in Steve’s voice sent shivers down her spine, the threat of never escaping this cycle of abuse looming over her like a dark cloud. She felt trapped, suffocated by the confines of her own existence, powerless to break free from the chains that bound her to this life of misery. Tears streamed down Emily's cheeks, tracing a path of anguis
..*..*..*....Emily Pov:Emily's thoughts swirled in her mind like a tempest, each word a painful reminder of the suffering she had endured at the hands of her husband, Steve. As she sat alone in their dimly lit living room, her heart heavy with sorrow."I accepted your every misbehaves," she murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. "I accepted your every torture, your humiliation..." The words hung in the air,She had suffered at Steve's hands, each memory a fresh wound that refused to heal. "In return, I asked just only one thing: respect," she continued, her voice tinged with bitterness. "Is it too much to ask for? But instead, you gave me scars as gifts."The pain of Steve's betrayal cut deep, leaving Emily feeling raw and exposed, her sense of self-worth shattered into a million pieces. "Whenever you touched me, I endured," she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion. "Even when you tarnished my character, my self-respect, I endured. I accepted it all, even thos
..*..*..*.. " She had pain hidden behind those beautiful eyes, she curled up smile with a string of lines. " ….. ' Axel !!' a lone tear escaped from her eye, it traced a delicate path down her cheek, carrying with it the weight of unspoken emotions. Emily's dim, earthy-colored eyes enlarged upon seeing Axel's entrance. With each stride he took inside the hall, her gaze remained fixed on him, her heart pounding with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. It was evident from Axel's demeanor that he was not just any ordinary guest; his presence held an aura of authority that left everyone stunned, especially considering no one had anticipated the CEO of Tech Brown Enterprise to be in attendance. Among the crowd, Steve's eyes instinctively followed Emily's gaze towards Axel. He couldn't help but notice the emotions flickering in her eyes, emotions he realized were never directed towards himself. Witnessing the tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at Axel, Steve felt an unexpecte
.....*.....*....*.....*..... Emily POV: Emily’s mind racing with thoughts of Axel's unexpected arrival. She hadn't prepared herself for this encounter; she hadn't even had time to straighten up, it was just so unexpected and Emily couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that gripped her. Emily's heart raced as she struggled to compose herself, her thoughts spinning in a whirlwind of panic and uncertainty. Just as she began to gather her courage, the quiet of the washroom was shattered by the sound of the door cracking open, causing her heart to plummet in her chest. She instinctively recoiled, her body tensing with apprehension. Emily wasn't ready to face Axel, not now, not like this. She needed time to collect her thoughts. Axel approached, his steady footsteps echoing in the tiled space, Emily felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She took a step back, her movements faltering, until the cold porcelain of the washroom basin pressed against her back, leaving her
Epilouge.Ally felt herself losing control as Rican's hands roamed over her body, his touch setting her nerves on fire. His fingers brushed against her sensitive skin, teasing her as his hands moved to her breasts, kneading and pinching her hardened nipples. The slippery soap on her body made his movements smoother.Her lips parted as his mouth claimed hers in a heated kiss, his tongue dominating the moment as it explored her fully. She surrendered, her fingers gripping his damp hair, pulling him closer. The intensity of the kiss left her breathless, and her body quivered under his touch.Without breaking the connection, Rican reached for the shower handle, turning on the water. The warm stream cascaded over them, rinsing away the soap and making Ally’s skin glisten under the soft glow of the bathroom lights. The sight of her body, glowing and wet, made Rican's gaze darken with desire.“God, you’re breathtaking,” he muttered, his voice thick with want as his eyes roamed over
..Ally was scrolling her phone, a smile on her lips, it’s didn’t waiver for a second, as she was seeing the pictures of their marriage, she looked like a penguin and why not, she was almost five months pregnant when Rican again proposed her for marriage. She didn’t want to marry him while pregnant but Rican was stubborn, he couldn’t wait anymore and finally she married him, here was the proof, she looked like a fluffy balloon at the time of her wedding but nevertheless she was happy, so happy she felt everything was a dream. Ally glanced at the clock. It was only ten at night, but Rican was still downstairs in his home office. He’d created the small workspace so he could stay home more often, especially for Rowoon, who was growing more stubborn and demanding with each passing day. She smiled, thinking of their little boy. Ally through of taking a quick shower before bed Ally got up and headed to the bathroom. She removed her clothes and slid into the bathtub, sighing as the
Chapter 89.|Rican|I was deep in sleep when something soft landed on my face—a tiny slap. Before I could react, another one came, a little firmer this time. Groaning, I opened one eye reluctantly, and there he was—our little bundle of energy, Rowoon, standing next to the bed. His bright blue eyes sparkled with mischief, and a wide grin stretched across his chubby cheeks.“Papa! Papa awake! Papa awake!” he sang loudly, practically bouncing on the spot.I couldn’t help but smile as I sat up, pulling him into my arms. “Morning, little king,” I murmured, ruffling his hair.But Rowoon wasn’t done yet. Once on the bed, he immediately turned his attention to Ally, who was still in a deep sleep. Without hesitation, he started climbing over her. His giggles filled the room as he poked her gently. “Momma, wokii wokii!” he sang, his little voice rising in excitement.“Hey, baby,” I whispered, trying to gently pull him back. “Momma is tired, okay? Let’s let her sleep a little more, hmm?
Chapter 88.Alessa lay on the bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. The quiet of the room felt heavier than usual, yet there was an odd sense of calm in her heart. Xavier's apology earlier in the evening had stirred something within her. It wasn’t forgiveness, not entirely, but it felt like a burden she didn’t know she was carrying had been lifted. A strange sense of peace settled over her as though she had finally found closure.The door creaked open, and Rican stepped into the room. He watched her for a moment before sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. “Aren’t you sleepy yet?” he asked softly, his voice hesitant.“No… I don’t feel like sleeping right now,” Alessa replied, her tone calm but distant.Rican tilted his head, his brow furrowing. “Is something bothering you? I mean, is it about… Xavier?” he asked carefully, his voice tinged with concern.She shook her head, a faint smile crossing her lips. “No, it’s not bothering me,” she said. “In fact, I feel… calm. As if
Chapter 87.Alessa stood frozen at the door, her entire body stiff with shock. Her heart raced as she pointed toward the gate, unable to find her voice. Rican, noticing her fear, rushed to her side. He cupped her face in his hands, his eyes filled with worry.“What happened, Ally? What is it?” he asked, his voice trembling with concern.She couldn’t speak, only lifting her hand; Rican followed her gaze and froze. There he was—Xavier, standing at the gate.Rican's expression darkened in an instant. Rage consumed him as he stormed outside. Before Xavier could utter a single word, Rican’s fist connected with his jaw."How dare you come to my home? I fucking warned you, didn’t I?" Rican roared, his voice filled with fury. "I have decided to leave you only becasue Ally requested me to leave you otherwise your body would be buried deep down now."- he screramed raining punches after punches at him.Xavier didn’t fight back. He stood still, taking every punch and blow without a word.
Chapter 86.|Rican|Time had passed, but if I’m being honest, things weren’t fully healed. Maybe some things never really heal. Instead, we learn to live with the pain, mask it with a smile, and call it moving on. That’s exactly what we’re trying to do now.Alessa was finally discharged from the hospital. Physically, she was okay, but mentally… that was a whole other story. She barely spoke these days, and when she did, it was as though her voice carried the weight of the world. My father, Stefano Rossi, decided to stay with us, and for the first time in years, I didn’t push him away.Do I hate him for what he did to my mother? Absolutely. That betrayal will forever be a wall between us. But after what he did to help rescue Alessa, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him to leave. I needed him here—not for me, but for Alessa. We were in a crisis, and even though I despised his past actions, I knew he was a rock we could lean on now.And then there was Uncle Liam. The man I had once
Chapter 85.Rican sat on the chair beside Alessa’s hospital bed, his shoulders hunched forward in defeat. His right arm in a plaster cast, and the dull ache of his injuries was nothing compared to the torment raging inside him. His gaze was fixed on Alessa’s pale, motionless face. Her fragile frame looked even smaller beneath the white hospital sheets, her skin ashen and her lips chapped.The doctor’s words echoed relentlessly in his mind, slicing through him like a blade: “We are sorry, sir, but we couldn’t save the child. The drug had already spread through her bloodstream, and given her early stage of pregnancy, there was nothing we could do. I’m truly sorry.”Rican gritted his teeth, his hands curling into fists despite the pain in his shoulder. The helpless rage boiling inside him threatened to consume him. How could he have done this? How could he have failed her so completely?It wasn’t just Xavier or Sia who were at fault. No—if anyone was to blame, it was him. Enrico R
Chapter 84.The atmosphere in the room thickened with tension as Jacob filled the syringe with a clear liquid. His movements were sharp and deliberate, his face devoid of remorse. The faint glint of the needle caught the dim light, sending chills through the room.“Dad!” Xavier called, his voice trembling with urgency as he saw Jacob walking toward Alessa. “What are you doing? You promised me you wouldn’t hurt her!” Xavier’s voice cracked with desperation, his disbelief evident.Jacob didn’t slow down. His calm, calculated expression didn’t falter as he turned to his son. “Come on, Xavier,” he said in a voice that mocked sincerity. “I know what I promised. Your dear Alessa will live. I’m just giving her a little sleeping dose. She doesn’t need to see the bloody mess I’m about to make of her husband and father-in-law. Don’t you trust me, son?” His tone softened, pretending to sound hurt, but his eyes gleamed with malice.Alessa’s eyes went wide with panic. Struggling against t
Chapter 83 . A desperate scream tore from her lips as she looked up to see Jacob standing over her, his face twisted in a sadistic grin. His shirt was smeared with dried blood, some of it staining his teeth, making him look more like a monster than a man. “Going somewhere, darling?” he asked mockingly, his voice laced with menace. Alessa scrambled backward, crawling on her hands and knees. “No… no, stay away from me!” she cried, her voice breaking. But before she could get far, a hand yanked her back by her hair. Pain shot through her scalp as she was forced to her feet, her tear-filled eyes locking with Xavier’s. “You shouldn’t have hurt my father, Alessa,” Xavier snarled, his voice low and menacing. His face was inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin. “You shouldn’t have.” He dragged her roughly, throwing her against the wall. She cried out in pain as he tied her hands with a thick rope, securing her in place. “Please, Xavier!” she begged, her voice tremb