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Hey guys, enjoy the new update----------------| Amelia Pov |My hands appeared to be shaking, my heart was thumping, and my blood was flowing ten times faster through my veins. It felt as though his men had thrown me into the same filthy, small, dark cell where he had previously kept me for days; however, this time I was not chained or restrained in a chair. Silence gradually crept in as I could only hear my loud breaths and sobs.I'm terrified, so terrified to even consider what will happen when Taehyung learns about my crude escape plan; this time he will kill both Tristan and me for sure. But where was Tristan and where did he go?But I am aware that I won't use his name; he has already dealt with a lot from me, and I don't want to drag him into this mess once more. I was appreciative of his self-centered, unhelpful attitude.Since everything was too quiet, I sat in the corner of the room with my arms around myself, allowing the tears to flow freely. However, as the door unlocked
38Enjoy guys!This chapter contain triggering sexual abuse, please refrain yourself if you are under age or didn't like to read.🔞-----------------------------Neum was staring at the entrance and was filled with a variety of emotions at the time, including rage, pitiful, hurt, and betrayal. Once more, she shed a tear as she continued to look around the tiny house. Despite its size, it was furnished with everything she needed.In their own world, old memories of them laughing aloud while not caring about anything else surface. How her parents loved her, her little brother and sister also used to love her. Despite their poverty, they were happy and seemed to enjoy their childhood. However, everything then abruptly changed.They abducted her, sexually assaulted her, her case went to court, some people held her responsible, others felt sorry for her, and others lamented the fact that her family had abandoned her. This is how her small, lovely life was ruined, but Amelia was there for h
39Few years back:|Tristan | There was a girl who was walking with her friend, laughing aloud, cracking jokes; she wore a simple olive green dress with full sleeves, paired with white a t-shirt. A small flower embroidered bag was hanging on the side of her shoulder. Her hair was secured in a messy bun, few hair strands were falling on her shoulder, and she looked lovely, beautiful.She was simply looking breathtaking.Whenever I saw her a sense of calmness filled around me, she had some amazing magic, I can feel my heart beating fast only by seeing her, she didn't even look at me, indulge in her talk, and she had her own world. But I am happy, I am happy when I saw her smile, when I saw her laughing out loud, she seemed so pure and lovable.She was filled with innocence, she had dream in her eyes.I took a deep breath and walked behind them, I speed up my steps and waited for her to be alone so that I can talk, "I want to my confess my love for her, is ok if she doesn't love
40.Present Time:|Taehyung |Silence !Her wailing and pleading as well as his gratifying growl were no longer present, all He could only hear her words that she had spoken before losing consciousness. Her weak voice was filled with such venom, and his co** was still buried deep inside her.He was still hovering over her with his two hands supporting his weight but his eyes were widening in confusion at the situation. His eyes widened when he saw the blood-soaked pillow under her head after scanning her face, which had now lost all of its sheen and had a red mark on her right cheek.A low terrible shaky voice escaped from his lips, "Amelia !" – he gently remove himself, as his eyes fell on between her legs, the bedsit was bloody, his mouth couldn't formed any reaction, as he never found himself in this puzzle situation, he hurriedly got up from bed, and untie her both hands, as he gently held her head and as his hand soaked with blood, a tear escaped from his eyes. …………………
41 .TaehyungI observed the doctors treating her wounds as they ran back and forth, one covering the back of her head with a large bandage. I overheard them discussing how much blood she had already lost and how it would affect her health as they examined her body and gave her numerous injections, Only I was just standing there watching them treating her, examine her like she had gone, and then I had heard them talking about 'rape', it was felt like my floor got swiped under my feet, I wanted to scream at their face, that No , it's not but at the same time I know I did, I forced my wife, I raped my wife.I swallowed my fear as crazy sh*t raced down my chest and I momentarily wondered, "Is she ever forgave me for this sin?" I couldn't stand here beside her, seeing her lifeless lying on the bed only because of me; I detested the sight of her and had never before imagined that I could care about anyone besides myself.I turned and went outside the room, it seemed like I am suf
42 Time skip~ I carried lia in his arms stepping onto the private plane, each step feeling like a journey into deeper despair. Her fragile body lay limp, her skin ghostly pale. As I looked down, a fierce pain tightened my chest; a bruise, dark and ugly, lips were chapped and pale. I closed my eyes; the intensity to mark my body with the pain was intense. I had to take a breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. It wasn’t enough—this breath, this moment, none of it was enough to quench the fury building within. Dr. Sylvia thought she could deceive me, play games behind my back. Well, she would soon learn what it meant to defy Taehyung Kensington. She’d pay for this—every violation, every broken piece of Amelia’s spirit, and every bit of trust she shattered. I would see to it personally. I closed my eyes, heading inside the plane and lay her on the bed Inside, everything had been prepared for her care: monitors, IV drips, every piece of equipment we might need. I
43|Amelia|I am weakSo fucking weakI believed that I could defend myself because I am strong, but how wrong I was. I wasn't strong at all. I am weak both physically and mentally. I allowed him to be so close to me that he is free to wander through my mind without my knowledge. I allowed him to use me by letting him touch me. I created a path for him to find me, play with me, and see where it took me. I was destroyed; I was being tarnished by the man I had once considered to be my husband and my love. To be sexually assaulted by your own husband is ironic beyond belief. To remind myself of how weak, foolish, and stupid I was, I wanted to scream at myself, slap myself repeatedly, and generally berate myself. My eyes showed utter helplessness as I screamed for mercy at that night while writhing in agony and gasping for air. He didn't show the slightest sign of compassion, though. Slaps all over the place, humiliation, stupidity, abuse, and now brutally raped. Wow, my petti
44.“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry,” he whispered again, even as he knew she wouldn’t hear him, wouldn’t believe him. Her anger, her heartbreak—it consumed the room, filling the space between them with all the words left unspoken, all the wounds he could never take back.“Calm down, Lia… please,” he murmured, his voice soft yet firm as he held her trembling body, feeling her anger surge against him. But her screams only grew louder, raw and filled with a pain that words couldn’t capture.She fought him with every ounce of strength left in her, twisting and thrashing, her voice hoarse as she cried out. Blood seeped from her arm, smearing both of them, but she seemed oblivious to the pain, her fury driving her forward.“Get off me!” she spat, shoving him with weakening arms. “I hate you… I hate you!” The words tore through the air, her hands pushed against his chest, trying to create distance, but he didn’t let go, couldn’t let go.“Lia, stop this. You’re only hurting yourself.” His
Chapter Forty Nine.|Taehyung |The soft evening breeze whispered through the empty venue, ruffling the petals of the roses and flickering the candles I’d painstakingly set up. But now, most of it lay in disarray. The wind had been relentless, scattering petals, overturning chairs, and dimming the glow I’d envisioned. What was meant to be a picture-perfect setting for the woman I loved now resembled a battlefield.I stood there in the middle of the chaos, dressed in a sharp black suit and tie, my shoes polished to perfection. Yet, the sight of my hard work falling apart made me feel anything but confident. The watch on my wrist blinked back at me mockingly. Five hours. I had waited for five hours in this spot.My chest felt heavy, and my throat tightened with the bitter taste of disappointment. Was it too much to hope she’d come? Maybe she had changed her mind. Maybe this night wasn’t what she wanted.I lowered my gaze, stuffing my hands into my pockets to hide their slight t
Chapter Forty Eight .Amanda sighed softly and took the seat opposite her. “When I heard you left that night, I was furious. I thought you were heartless to leave your husband in such a state. What kind of wife does that? But you proved me wrong. You came back for him.”Lia remained motionless, her hands resting limply in her lap. Her silence was almost deafening.Amanda leaned forward, placing her hand over Lia’s and rubbing it gently. “I know things are hard, but we’re all here for you. Taehyung is healing from his injuries, but…” Her voice faltered slightly. “He’s lost his memories. It’s tragic, but at least he’s alive.”At this, Lia quietly pulled her hand out of Amanda’s grasp, turning her face back toward the window. Amanda sighed again, a flicker of sadness crossing her face. “I’ll pray for your happiness, Lia. Both of you deserve it.”As Amanda stood to leave, I quickly ducked behind the doorframe, my heart pounding. Once she passed, I peeked around the corner, watc
Chapter Forty Seven.| Taehyung | “Lia… Lia?” I paced around the room, scanning every corner, but she wasn’t there. I even peeked into the bathroom, only to find it empty. My brows furrowed in frustration.“Where could she be?” I muttered to myself, lowering my head with a pout tugging at my lips.Determined, I left the room and headed downstairs. My gaze swept the area until it landed on a figure in the kitchen. Lia stood there, her back to me, completely engrossed in whatever she was doing.Leaning against the doorframe, I couldn’t help but smile. The soft light from the window caught the gentle curve of her profile, and the air was filled with the aroma of something sweet she was preparing. For a moment, I just watched her, savoring the peacefulness of the scene.Then, a mischievous thought struck me.Tiptoeing silently, I crept closer and suddenly shouted, “Boom!”Her reaction was immediate and dramatic. The spatula she had been holding clattered to the ground as she l
Chapter 46.My stomach dropped as I stumbled back, clutching the wall for support. A bitter laugh escaped my lips, one I barely recognized as my own. “So… you killed Taehyung’s father. That’s why he took me. That’s why he… did what he did.”My father’s face contorted in anguish as he reached for me, but I stepped away. “No! You don’t deserve this. None of this is your fault,” he said, desperation edging his voice.“But it is, isn’t it?” My words came out choked, thick with anger and grief. “I deserved every bit of pain I endured because of you. I was taken, I was hurt—all because of something you did.”“No, please,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “Don’t say that, my dear. You don’t deserve any of this. If anyone should be punished, it’s me.”I felt a surge of frustration boil up, years of trusting him crashing down in a single instant. I shook my head, tears streaming down my face, unable to look him in the eye. “For the first time in my life, I don’t know who you are.”Eve
Chapter 45 .“I wish that were true,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. His jaw clenched, and he released me with a rough jerk that sent me stumbling backward, collapsing to the floor. I watched him run a hand through his hair, struggling to contain his own anger.Turning his back on me, he muttered something I couldn’t fully believe. “He was drugged that night—by our enemies. If he’d been in his right mind, he’d have never done that to you.”I could only stare up at him, my mind a swirl of disbelief and confusion. Could this even be possible? As he turned around again, his gaze fell on the scattered papers, the photos, the secrets of his past that now lay at my feet. Finally, he looked directly at me, his eyes holding a dark truth."Your father," he began slowly, almost spitting the words, “is the reason Taehyung took you in the first place. That ‘humble,’ ‘honest’ man you call Dad? He ruined Taehyung’s life and his family. That’s why you’re here—to pay for your father’s
44 . I got up from bed, feeling drained, my body heavy from exhaustion. I opened the door and stepped outside, only to find Pisckin sitting cross-legged on the floor, papers and files scattered around her. She was picking them up, piece by piece, under the dim light of the hallway. “You didn’t sleep?” I asked, my voice hoarse from all the crying. “It’s almost midnight.” She looked up, her young face creased with focus. “The tall man ordered me to move all of his stuff to another room by tonight,” she replied with a sigh, “so here I am, sorting and packing.” “Oh…” I paused, feeling a strange sense of empathy for this girl who had been quietly by my side all along, probably on his orders. “Let me help you,” I offered, bending down to gather some of the loose papers. As I started picking them up, my eyes suddenly caught a flash of something familiar—a large picture on the front of an old newspaper clipping. My heart froze. It was a photo of my father, printed in b
Chapter 43.|Lia |There was a huge library inside this mansion; I sank into one of the plush armchairs, propped my legs on the table in front of me, and opened the book I'd been wanting to read for ages. Finally, a few moments of peace. I casually munched on chips, savoring the silence as I flipped through the crisp pages, losing myself in the words.But my peace was shattered by a sudden loud bang. The library door flew open, making me jolt upright. I turned, startled, to see Pisckin standing there, eyes wide and breath coming in quick, uneven gasps.She was just a kid, barely fifteen, but she had been shadowing me for days, practically glued to my side like she’d been assigned to watch over me. At first, I found it irritating—having someone track my every move—but eventually, I realized it wasn’t her fault. She was just doing what she’d been told.But this time, Pisckin’s expression was different. There was pure terror in her wide eyes, and her face was pale, cheeks flus
52.| Taehyung |Seated on the hood of the car, I took a long drag from my cigar, blowing smoke into the night air. The smell of saltwater mixed with the sharp, bitter bite of the smoke. The ocean stretched before us, dark and still. The silence of the night was occasionally interrupted by the distant hum of passing cars, but otherwise, it was just us out here—me, Macro, and Alphs. Even with them around, it felt like I was alone.Macro shot me a side glance, his eyebrows furrowed. “This is your twentieth cigar in less than an hour. What’s gotten into you?”I didn’t answer. Instead, I kept my gaze at the shore quietly, ignoring his question. Macro didn’t understand. None of them did.Alphs walked over with a few bottles of whiskey, catching my eye. “Where’s the scotch I asked for?” I muttered, irritation threading my words.“Couldn’t find any. Figured this would do just as well,” he said with a shrug, setting the bottles on the sand. He gave me a small grin, but I wasn’t in t
51Lia took a shaky breath, her voice breaking as her anger spilled over. “Come on, go ahead! Show me your strength. Break my hand. Prove how strong you are against a woman—show me what kind of man that makes you!” She was screaming now, her head throbbing, tears streaming down her cheeks. She could barely stand, her body trembling with emotion and exhaustion.Taehyung stopped in his tracks, her words cutting through him like a blade. He’d been prepared for anger. He wanted to explain, to tell her that he hadn’t been entirely in control, that he’d been drugged, manipulated. But each word stuck in his throat, thick with guilt. The memory of that night haunted him, the pieces he couldn’t take back.He cursed those moment numerous times, he oath to find the person behind this and gave that person worse death.He lifted his hand, reaching toward her, but she stepped back, her face twisted in contempt and pain. Her voice fell to a broken whisper. “What more do you want from me? You