Carlos was standing outside the room where Inaya was kept. Anthony was standing beside him motionlessly when a tap on his shoulder made him return to his presence.
"What's your point?" Carlos asked him to pass him a fresh cigar which Anthony rejected politely.
"Regarding?"
"Inaya."
"Oh, David's wife." Anthony turned his face to look at Carlos. He was not happy hearing the word David's wife. For sure that one tagline was enough to turn Carlos into a new beast to lash out his anger on her. Even though the traitor was David, Anthony didn't dare to ask for his mercy, at least for Inaya.
"I mean
"So the bitch is now staying in his house?" "Yes, Mam." "Now I understand why he stopped me from coming back to his mansion." Greta disconnected the call and took her car key. Her brother was sitting in the hall while cleaning one of his guns. "Going to beat the shit out of her?" Martin, who was Greta's older brother, asked his angry sister. "Mind your own business, Martin. It's been a week and you still haven't got David's place. What more do you want? I made that plan and exposed David's marriage with a hope of seeing you as Right In Command." Greta huffed finishing her long-term st
Carlos Handling Greta has become difficult these days. At first, I was completely ignorant about her but now her stubbornness was eating me alive. When my security person informed me about the information exchange between Greta and the informer, I didn't bother much. It is a general tendency of Greta to put her nose around especially in my case. Being a student from the psychology department I knew she had an inferiority complex which has not healed completely. Now and then she increases the boulder of doubt in her mind. Just because of my coldness she never came out directly opening up like some clingy girlfriend or fiancée. But today she crossed her limits. Getting information about the captor was still fine but driving back to my mansion to confront Inaya wasn't. She had forgotten that I ruled the underworld and is currently the head of
It's been a week since Carlos kept a close eye on Inaya and her behavior. Even though she had mentioned returning to her parents, no stance of escaping was pulled by her. She doesn't come out of the room; rather, most of the time she remains seated on the floor or sleeping on the bed. Sometimes Carlos felt irritated looking at her. She was getting the hospitality of a five-star hotel and happily enjoying her stay in his mansion. Carlos reached his legal office for a new deal that was about to come up. Millions of dollars would be involved in that, giving him a profit of a larger share. The meeting went well as the C.E.O. of Pristine Group looked impressed. Once the meeting was reaching the end his phone suddenly started vibrating. Excusing himself he took the call reaching towards another corner. "Boss, one of our warehouses caught on fire. And....." The man on the opposite side gulped down before nailing himself. "And what?" Carlos barked. "Dav
"You are wrong Inaya. I am not like David. I am worse than him." The moment his words hit her hard, Inaya felt someone knocked all the air out of her lungs. Even though she saw a silver line of hope, it was crushed immediately. She scolded herself for raising the hope in her mind. "No, you aren't." She wailed at his face, making him narrow his eyes immediately with more darkness. There she noticed his blue eyes for the first time. He was never that close or even if he was she was either lost in her miseries or slumped in her darkness. This was the first time he held her close the way a man holds a woman. This was the first time she felt a warmness on her skin. Even though David had touched her in all possible ways, she never felt anything but disgust.
It was quite late at night when Carlos finally finished his leftover work. Jason and his team had done wonderful work by managing the rest of the material to deliver on time. David was out of their clutch but few traitors were found who were helping David. Carlos went to another warehouse where two of David's men were kept hanging from the ceiling. All drenched in blood. One of them lost his eyesight as Jason hammered two nails on his eyes. Another was still providing minimum information that he had to save himself from Carlos. For 4 hours two men and Carlos sat on a chair to enjoy the show. He was always a bloodthirsty person and people feared him for his unique way of torturing people. One after another their nails were uprooted, rocking the entire room with their loud cries and shrieks.
“Inaya……” This was the first time such softness came from his mouth as slid the phone back in his sweat pockets and placed a finger on one of her scars. She was sobbing and whimpering but immediately hissed when his finger trailed down towards another scar. Her beautiful milky white skin was bruised. Even though he was sadistic or dominant, he never did such things with Greta. He fucked various girls and also played as a dom. He fucked some girls who asked for more and accepted his spanking and slashing. But nothing turned out to be so horrific until it was from his traitor’s territory. Even though his father made a rule of not hurting women and children, he failed sometimes due to circumstances. Inaya looked like a complete sub but why would someone still do so.She didn’t turn her face but clutched the shirt tightly. Carlos pulled down that exposing more of her skin. He knew what he was doing wasn’t right. She was sh
Carlos I walked towards the washroom letting the little rabbit sleep peacefully. She was so perfect except for her whispering and weird talking. It is true I don’t understand half of her words but at the same time her eyes started speaking. They are having less blankness compared to what I have seen earlier. Wrapping up my morning routine I rushed back to my personal gym. Json was already there with a tablet blurting out my day’s routine which is nothing but killing as many as I can. I am a monster and always was. What triggered me now was the back to back betrayal from different ends. Even though I have a strong grip over the Underworld, I am still not satisfied yet. Sylvester seemed to be in hibernation and I know he won’t take much time to strike back. “Greta Madam was calling you several times.” Jason reminded me of my fiancée who has been sniffing all the shits even after sitting miles away. We barely talked after her heated encount
Carlos“Yes. That is Inaya with her husband, Benjamin Williams.”I am sure if I stay a little longer apart from lower back pain, I might get a headache soon. I gestured to Jason to wrap up the session and move out. But not before taking a close up of those pictures that I found. Walking past those moving reptiles (because they were bending their bodies weirdly) Jason and I headed towards our mansion. Something was not right in the entire matter.“Jason, when we seized David’s house did you find any picture of their wedding?” I asked Jason.“No. But this Benjamin or Benjama who so ever can not be Inaya’s husband for sure.”“First, it is not Benjama.” I was irritated hearing that name Benjamin. Inaya kept on mumbling that instead of David’s or mine.“Yes, Benjamin. But he couldn’t be
Dear Carlos, I don’t know if you ever get the chance to read this small piece of myself or not. But how can I deny your way of teaching me to look forward with hope. I am not as strong as you are. I never was. I was always a girl living in her fantasy world with a dream of a perfect happy life. Maybe that is the reason I was hurt and broken beyond anything. I was born and grew up with a happy supportive family who never allowed a scratch on my skin. They protected me as a glass vase. I think that was the major mistake from their side. No matter how beautiful a glass vase is, once it’s broken the scar remains. Even keeping a glass vase is more painful Because you would always live with a fear of getting it broken by chance. My love for someone was always a curse. Be it Benjamin or be it you. Yes, you Mr. Carlos Joseph Marcello. I loved Benjamin more than anything that I agreed upon marrying David in order to save him. But Benjamin was kill
InayaI don’t remember when I actually gained my sense back after Greta’s hard slap and the horrible nightmare. I am sure that was a nightmare. What Greta said was no way relatable to what my mind was comprehending. I groaned in a severe headache as my continuous crying and anxiety ruined my health. I pushed myself up on the bed and rubbed my eyes. It was 7 in the morning as I looked at the clock kept on the nightstand. Walking silently to the adjacent washroom I finished by morning business. After taking a warm long shower I picked up my clothes and moved inside the room. I was still in a daze thinking that it was a normal day of my new life. I was still expecting Carlos to come up finishing his morning work out session with a sweaty body and a weird smelling sock to irritate me. Yes, he got to know I hate smelly socks and everyday after hitting the gym he used to carry the socks inside the room to irritate me a bit. I laughed a little remembering m
A week had passed since that day. Even though Carlos made her stay under the same room sharing the same bed, yet no such things occurred. Every night Inaya tried to sleep, maintaining a safe distance with Carlos but often found herself sleeping on his chest in the morning. He had never left her alone. A secure arm of warmth was always around her petite. She didn’t try to oppose this action of Carlos. Even though it was a sin considering her marital status, nothing was followed by the social rules inside this mansion.For the past one week she was given a task by Carlos. He used to leave for office but not before giving her the stacks of her daily tasks. It was funny to a certain extent. Those tasks included her walking on the lawn, going out on the balcony for a while and laying there under the sun. It was hard for her to convince him that she was perfectly fine inside the room. But he considered her anything but human. So she needed to follow these
Inaya remained frozen on Carlos’s chest once his words actually got registered in her head. Her body was leaned on his chest but her mind was trying to pull her away from that close proximity.“What….” She managed to speak when Carlos pressed her head back on his chest which she lifted earlier to look at his face.“You are not going anywhere. I would deal with David.” He assured her. Even the mere thought of letting her go with David made him insane. If she would never accept him that is also fine but he would not allow her to step in the same hell.A trail of new found tears soaked his shirt as he placed a kiss on her head. Coiling his fingers around her thick curls he started massaging her scalp. After a certain time a knock was heard on the door. A maid pushed a trolley inside the room with two plates of heavy breakfast. Inaya didn’t expect such gestures from Carlos’s s
“Fuck, Not today.” Carlos cursed under his breath as his hands helped Inaya to climb down. She looked down once again and then hurriedly went inside followed by Carlos. There were not only one pair of rage filled orbs but also one pair of scrutinizing gaze too. Greta was walking inside the Mansion when her eyes caught Inaya and Carlos’s cozy moments. Anthony was also there standing a bit away from Greta but his eyes held questions for Carlos not for Inaya.“I am sorry.” Inaya tried to speak when Carlos pressed his thumb on her trembling lips.“Be quiet and stay here or just sleep a little.” Carlos moved inside the washroom and freshened up. Throwing a shirt on his body with a pair of new sweats he climbed down.“Sir, Greta madam is in your office.” One of his maids informed him while extending his morning cup of coffee.“I see.” Carlos
“Tell me this is real. Even for once.” Inaya’s words pricked Carlos’s most sensitive part of his heart. The darkest heart also had a sensitive spot where none could hit but Inaya did. She looked at him lying on his lap, closing her eyes. Her quivered lips, trembling eyelashes were tired to control the upcoming tsunami of her emotional breakdown.“Open your eyes Inaya.” His grumpy tone reached her ears as she followed them to act silently.“Good. What if I say it’s not real.” The moment his words touched her mind a whimper left her mouth as she struggled to wake up from his lap. Carlos pushed her back on the bed hovering over her. She felt scared and immediately clutched those bed sheets tightly. Closing her eyes she let those tears fall freely washing some of her pain.“Please don’t do this. Please…” She felt her senses getting dark as she kne
CarlosI think Greta was right somewhere. Even though she had acted like a bitch, her points weren’t. Inaya had two broken pieces inside her. Benjamin and David. I am coming at the third even for a slightest second I thought of initiating something sinful with her.“She was never yours.” Greta’s last sentence dug the deepest scar in my mind. Of course she was never mine. We never met at a ball or in the street. I don’t remember having an encounter with her in a coffee shop or in an auction as people write in novels. She was not a damsel in distress or an Innocent Virgin Girl who sold her virginity to me for money and fell in love later. How would I start a best fit story for us? There wasn’t a single common plot that could lead us to join hands together to go beyond the horizon. I was sitting downstairs with a glass of whiskey, throwing my head back on the backrest. How weird our meeting was. If David woul
Carlos“Yes. That is Inaya with her husband, Benjamin Williams.”I am sure if I stay a little longer apart from lower back pain, I might get a headache soon. I gestured to Jason to wrap up the session and move out. But not before taking a close up of those pictures that I found. Walking past those moving reptiles (because they were bending their bodies weirdly) Jason and I headed towards our mansion. Something was not right in the entire matter.“Jason, when we seized David’s house did you find any picture of their wedding?” I asked Jason.“No. But this Benjamin or Benjama who so ever can not be Inaya’s husband for sure.”“First, it is not Benjama.” I was irritated hearing that name Benjamin. Inaya kept on mumbling that instead of David’s or mine.“Yes, Benjamin. But he couldn’t be
Carlos I walked towards the washroom letting the little rabbit sleep peacefully. She was so perfect except for her whispering and weird talking. It is true I don’t understand half of her words but at the same time her eyes started speaking. They are having less blankness compared to what I have seen earlier. Wrapping up my morning routine I rushed back to my personal gym. Json was already there with a tablet blurting out my day’s routine which is nothing but killing as many as I can. I am a monster and always was. What triggered me now was the back to back betrayal from different ends. Even though I have a strong grip over the Underworld, I am still not satisfied yet. Sylvester seemed to be in hibernation and I know he won’t take much time to strike back. “Greta Madam was calling you several times.” Jason reminded me of my fiancée who has been sniffing all the shits even after sitting miles away. We barely talked after her heated encount