Death. They made me long for death, with the overwhelming darkness and terror I experienced unlike anything before. They were aware of my vulnerability and attacked mercilessly. I was willing to sacrifice anything for her–my little sister.“Scarlett…” In that tense moment, my heart raced as I locked eyes with her, observing every nuance and flicker of emotion that passed through her terrified gaze. The depth of her fear was unmistakable, betraying the desperate struggle that she was engaged in. I could feel the weight of her vulnerability pressing against my own consciousness, a profound reminder of the power that our connection held in that fragile instance. It was as if time had momentarily stood still, the intensity of her frightened expression etching itself into the fabric of my memory, as though challenging me to fully comprehend the depths of her distress. “Rara, please! Please, save me!” The sound of her desperation was reverberating through the room, as she unleashed her ang
As she slowly regained consciousness, she instantly became aware of the chilling sensation enveloping her—strong arms securely embracing her delicate waist like a snake. The cruel touch of these arms seemed to provide a sense of danger, instantly putting her at panic. Immediately, her eyelids fluttered open, allowing her gaze to adjust to the surrounding environment. A wave of chilly air brushed against her exposed skin, causing a shiver to course through her body, travel like an icy current, down her spine, creating a tangible sensation of fear that seemingly danced across her flesh. The contrast between the cool air and the warmth emanating from the arms securely holding her further intensified her anxiousness.The playful fingers, with an eagerness that seemingly mirrored her own anticipation, began to caress her erect nipples. Each touch elicited a heightened response, increasing her level of dread as she gradually comprehended the situation unfolding before her. Scarlett. The r
"Killian," she exclaimed anxiously as he widened her thighs and placed his face between her legs. Rara gasped in surprise as Killian's tongue boldly slid between her lips, starting from the bottom and working its way up to a small nub at the top. "You enjoy that, don't you, Schmetterling," Killian moaned, firmly grasping her thighs. "You taste just as sweet as I remember." Rara breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly in anxious breaths as Killian once again moved his tongue between her labia before gently sucking her clit into his mouth. "By the devil, I want to fuck you so damn hard,” Killian growled. He wrapped his arms around her quivering thighs and pressed his face against her womanhood. Rara struggled to find something to hold onto, desperately. However, Ralph held onto her tightly, caressing her breasts and nibbling on her neck, asserting his dominance. Meanwhile, his thumb gently brushed against the scar on her abdomen, a cruel reminder of the past. She had al
Alexei gently rubbed my cheek with his thumb. "I am going to kill every single last one of your blood until you are all alone," he said with an unsettling smile. Disbelief filled me as tears streamed down my cheeks whilst I observed him. I didn’t remember ho long was it till he had been taking me by force, my body was exhausted and my limbs were aching. "Th-then… then why d-don't you j-just kill me?" Tears cascaded down my face, drenching the air with a symphony of sorrow. Alexei's gentle fingers delicately brushed away a lone droplet from my cheek, displaying a touch akin to a tender lullaby. Leaning closer, his velvety voice caressed my ear, releasing words of solace that seemed to dance in harmony with the whispers of the wind. "…Because I want you to learn." I gasped abruptly as he thrusted deep inside me again. I felt him wrap my thighs around his waist as he buried his face into my neck. He piledrove into my body, fucking me as if he were punishing me. Panting loudly, I violen
TWO YEARS ONE MONTH BACKListening in on a conversation was completely justifiable when one's survival was at stake. That was the justification I gave myself as I stood outside my father's office, staying as close as possible without causing any noise. I had noticed Stefan's arrival just minutes before, and my curiosity had driven me to quickly descend the stairs as soon as the office door had shut. The intensity of their voices made it sound like they were engaged in an argument, and I couldn't resist the urge to eavesdrop.“This engagement is over, Morris.” The deep current of Stefan’s voice flowed with tension. My heart did a strange dance. Stefan was backing away from the e hegemony? What about the things he said that evening? Not that I had any expectations, but it was painful to realize that he was merely pretending when he expressed his desire to marry me. Regardless, I had no hopes attached to him anyway.“What are you saying?” my father responded with a higher tone. “I sugges
Reluctantly, I decided to refrain the tiresome task of heading downstairs in search of ice. Instead, I settled for a simple wet rag, placing it gently on my wrist. Little did I know, this seemingly harmless choice would have unforeseen consequences. The following morning, as I peered at my wrist with curiosity mixed with trepidation, a rather unsightly and rather alarming shade of purple greeted my eyes. It appeared as if an ominous ring had taken shape beneath the delicate surface of my skin. It was a stark reminder of the power of even the smallest decisions and the undeniable impact they coul have on our lives.I hated that this had become my life.I had never experienced the need to conceal bruises before, but it made me ponder if my mother had endured this. Had this been the kind of life she had prior to her untimely death? Could he have subjected her to such cruelty without my awareness? I recall Papa mentioning that he intended for me to meet the same destiny as my mother. Was
Even after we finished selecting the dress Andy believed looked perfect on me, I couldn't get rid of the unsettling sensation that I was being watched. However, this time it was even more horrifying and bone-chilling than before. Despite Aurora's invitation to join them for lunch, I declined, as my mental state was not stable enough to comprehend anything.Even after I got into the car, I couldn't stop fidgeting. My heart continued to race, my hands trembled, and I stared absentmindedly out of the window as the city went by.I had a limited awareness of the honking coming from behind us and the black SUV that was pulling up next to our car. It was only when we made a sudden swerve and George uttered a curse that I became aware of something happening.I turned my head abruptly from the rear seat to look at George, who tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Exclaiming a curse, I watched as the black SUV collided with our car from the right, causing the brakes to screech as we swerved
My heart was filled with panic as three SUVs appeared on the dusty road, blocking our car. Killian laughed. “Well if you wanna beg, I’d give you a reason.” As he opened the door on his side, a wave of intense fear engulfed me, causing my chest to constrict. I was still trying to catch my breath when he harshly unlocked the door on my side, causing me to let out a piercing scream. With a firm grip on my arm, he forcefully pulled me out, causing me to collide roughly against his stone-hard chest.He looked down at me amusedly. “Be a good girl, and don’t open your mouth till asked for.” He dragged me towards the warehouse, my heels digging into the dust, feet stumbling but his steel-like grip on my bicep was tormenting. My ears perked with alarm when I heard someone groaning and moaning in pain. I glanced behind me, just in time to witness the two men, clad in black attire, forcibly hauling a bloodied George by his collar. At that moment, my eyes dilated wi
“She’s getting feisty.” Alexei grinned. “I think she likes it in her ass more than her pussy, don’t you, любовь?”I screamed out as I felt the vibrator closing on my swollen womanhood. I tried to move, trying to figure out what was going on, but as I felt the vibrations running down my spine, I jumped surprised. I tried to close my legs only to get slapped on my inner thighs as Ralph clicked his tongue. “Ah-ha! Spread them wide.” I was completely lost in not only the pain that I was experiencing but also in the fact that my womanhood was becoming wetter and wetter. My body ached and longed to be filled, my juices now flowing out of me and down my legs.“Alexei, please, don’t tease me.” I wiggled in Ralph’s punishing hold as Alexei pushed deeper into me, his thrusts were slow and teasing. And I was so close yet so far. I needed more. Ralph pulled out of my other hole and walked up behind me and pushed two of his fingers deep into my ass as I arched my back.I moaned and whimpered wh
“How are you feeling now? Any pain? Any discomfort?” I shook my head as the doctor carefully looked through my reports. I was not hurt that much, just a few scratches and an ugly cut on my throat. He nodded to himself. “Alright then, you’re good to go. Be sure to eat soupy stews. Don’t stress your throat.” Alexei stood behind me, his one hand on my shoulder as he listened to the doctor. I felt safe feeling his presence that engulfed me in a protective embrace. “Here are some medicines, and drugs,” the guard standing behind Alexei grabbed the package. “I’ll see you next week then. Have a good day.” The doctor stood up and nodded at Alexei. My extra-careful husband gently helped me up, his arm around my waist like it always belonged there, like a puzzle piece that fits perfectly. The guard followed us, and by the time we were in the car, two SUVs were behind us and one in front. Two weeks. It had been two weeks yet Alexei was still over the top careful with me around. More guards w
Alexei stopped hearing my scream followed by furious Ralph and anticipated Killian. “I’ll kill her,” Alessandro said in my ear as a chill ran down my spine. Alexei’s hold on the gun tightened. “If you don’t take your hands off her in the next two seconds, you won’t have hands.” Suppressing a shiver, I flinched when I felt Alessandro tensing behind me. His hand on my throat twitched, and the knife trembled. I knew he was scared, and he also knew Alexei wasn’t bluffing. He’d kill. He’d kill him. For me. I shut my eyes, ready to accept whatever fate had in store for me. Ready to face death. My pulse quickened, the metallic taste of fear lingering in my mouth. Time slowed, each heartbeat echoing like a sombre drumbeat. The cold touch of the knife against my skin sent shivers through me, a cruel reminder of my malicious reality. At that moment, a flood of regrets and unrealized feelings surged, and the impending darkness whispered its chilling promise.Strangely, every flashback was of
I was numb and tired when Alessandro hung up the phone. It was Ralph’s and it seemed like Ralph purposely let him have it. Alexei and Killian must be on their way here. I was too exhausted—both mentally and physically. The betrayal and lies I had been fed all my life were too much. I believed it was my father who killed my mother, but it was Alessandro all along. I thought he wanted me to marry Stefan because of some business, but it was more than that. My death was decided on the day of my wedding and that explained why Stefan always felt guilt whenever he looked at me. He knew what his father and mine were planning and yet he was going to let that happen because of what? Money? Even if it was oceans worth of money, it wasn’t more than my life? I deserved to live, as much as my mother did. Why? WHY?!I wanted to scream, to pull at my hair, but I was too numb to care anyway. I could hear Alessandro mocking me, and calling me whatnot, but that was all I could do at that moment. I was
“Alessandro…” I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him grinning ear to ear. I should feel relieved and grateful, but instead fear gripped me like a sudden shock, making my voice shaky. I gasped, frozen in place, and my hands clutched onto Ralph’s blazer. It felt like the room tilted as he stood there. My hands shaking and my pupils dilating. The hair at the back of my neck erecting. He walked in, wearing his signature smile that once offered peace, but now, he had blood in his eyes. Ready to demolish everything that stood in his way. He reminded me of my dead father. The one I was most scared of. And this did not give me a good feeling. “Stupid, stupid, little girl.” He tsked as he took a step forward. Ralph quickly pointed his gun at him Alessandro as the men soon followed his actions and pointed their guns at us. He was just a few steps away when he looked at me, his dark eyes meeting mine, a cruel smile on his lips. “You know what is the difference between you and your mother?”
“That’s odd.” Killian frowned, staring at his phone. “Alessandro Vitale is still not here. And I can not track the men stalling him. Someone intruded our apartment less than an hour ago.”I got up, my pulse kicking up as my instincts go on full alert. “Who would try to breach the apartment like that? And why? Do you thinks it’s Alessandro? Antonio? Call Ralph.” “On it.” His face darkened as he stood up and head to the balcony where a sniper was placed, the phone pressed to his ear. “He isn’t picking up.”I followed him as he covered the distance with long strides. “His phone’s going straight to voicemail,” he said tensely as I felt a shift in the air. This wasn’t how I imagined this night to go. Alessandro Vitale was supposed to be here an hour ago. And our plan was to wipe him up at the time of auction when the lights would be off. It would cause a commotion, but nothing that money couldn’t solve.Killian looked up at me. “C
As we stepped into the grand hall, Alexei's arm around my waist sent a possessive vibe through me. My hair brushed my face, but I hesitated to fix it, feeling a bit tongue-tied and on edge. My heart was drunk on this new feeling. For the first time in all the years I spent in fear and grief, I found myself letting go of that sensation finally. My eyes automatically moved to Ralph as he stood beside me. My heart fluttered as I gazed at him. Something in me wanted him to feel me like trees. And he was the wind. My heart knew it all, and I felt like I found someone meant for me. I realised I did not need light in my life, I needed darkness. Their darkness. I needed to be taint. To be corrupted. The realization of being in love was like a quiet storm suddenly enveloping me. It was not a loud feeling but a subtle whisper that echoed through my heart. The warmth that spread from within, a gentle realization that they became the melody to m
I woke up to sore limbs and sweet bitterness in my chest. The sun peeking through the windows told me it was already past noon. Strangely I was feeling better than I was feeling last night. The guilt still tripped my thoughts now and then but except for that, I was not feeling anything—not crane hatred I thought I felt for my captors. I just couldn’t believe that I almost…. cried just because Ralph was hurt because of me. Ralph. I looked to my side to find the beside empty. My hands automatically moved to the cold sheets and I rubbed the spot: I wish he was here so that I could see if he was alright. Sighing I pushed myself up, putting my hair in a messy bun and walked slowly to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and splashing my face with cold water, I decided to skip the shower since I was not feeling like taking one. The warm hoodie which smelled like Killian’s, I didn’t want to take it off. Walking barefoot, I stumbled to the
She’s my muse. A face to all my desires. The memories in my veins were as fresh and deep as the wound in my gut. I hate this and I hate it more every second I remember the fearful look on Rara’s face. I lost her. Almost lost her. Like I once lost my mother. The soft pitter patter of rain lingered in my ears. There was another wavering moment before I remember to breathe. I didn’t wanted to think about her, yet here I was. I was five—and foolish, when I lost my mother. Her death wasn’t as tragic as Killian’s mother, but it left a traumatising impact on my life. My chest tightened as I stared in the front, the shadows play on the walls, echoing the turbulence within me. My mother's photograph resting in my hands, the edges worn out. The flickering candlelight casting an ethereal glow, emphasizing the nostalgia that lingered in every corner.I had been awake for an hour or so now. I couldn’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, flashbacks of my mother’s terrified eyes and her dead bo