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
Rara sat in the large circular-shaped bathtub, as she sought solace amid the serene atmosphere of the opulent bathroom, she instinctively curled her knees to her chest, holding onto her only source of comfort. With her long, flowing tresses cascading down over her delicate features, she inadvertently created a fragile veil that concealed the streams of tears streaming down her face.Amid her despair, Rara's heart-wrenching sobs pierced through the silence, echoing her deep anguish. Each tear she wiped away with a trembling hand seemed to symbolize the weight of the emotional burden she carried. The trauma that had befallen her had left an indelible mark on her fragile soul, and she felt utterly shattered in its wake.Rara found herself grappling with the cruel betrayals and inexplicable horrors that had plagued her life. Each passing moment seemed to erode the resilience she had so desperately clung to, leaving her teetering on the precipice of a breaking point. Uncertainty and despai
Rara let out an audible groan, the pain radiating through every fibre of her being. The aftermath of whatever had happened was now taking its toll on her, leaving her in a state of bewildered confusion. Recollection seemed to evade her, as the details of how she ended up on the bed were a haze, lost in the abyss of her memory. Fatigue had engulfed her to the point where she had succumbed to a deep slumber, or perhaps it was more accurate to describe it as passing out due to exhaustion. As she struggled to piece together the events that led to her current predicament, the contrary juxtaposition of the soft comforter enveloping her body only served to intensify her discomfort. She became acutely aware of the roughness of the hands that lingered on her waist, their touch not matching the tender embrace one would expect from such a gentle fabric. The sensation of fingers digging into her curves, though soft in pressure, sent a jolt of panic coursing through her veins. The realization of
The overwhelming sense of fear took hold of me, the moment was undeniably real, a tangible force seemed to constrict and trap me in its menacing grip. It was not simply an intangible emotion, but rather a physical sensation I could almost touch. As if an invisible hose were tightly wrung around my neck, the constriction of this invisible vice made it exceptionally challenging to draw in air.“Oh, is it now?” Killian’s raged voice cut through his words. “I told you killing him is out of option, Killian. There has to be some other way.” Alexei murmured. “Other way? What are we discussing? Making pies? It’s either kill or get killed. I don’t fucking care about your so-called tactics. In my head, there are two ways, and both of them involve blood and bullet.”“Killian.” I heard footsteps retreating, angry stomping down the hallway followed by Alexei’s growl. My blood ran cold. Each passing second intensified the unease and restlessness within me. The weight of this fear pressed heavily
TWO YEARS ONE MONTH AGOThe moment was encapsulated in an eerie, palpable silence that reverberated through the air, echoing relentlessly in the depths of my ears. Each passing second seemed to stretch indefinitely, amplifying the extent of the trepidation devoured my every thought. As the lights flickered and emitted eerie clicks, I found myself devastated by a deep sense of fear—a fear so grand, so colossal, it surpassed my ability to contain and control it. I couldn't help but brace myself for the relentless onslaught of my deepest fears. It was as if they had plotted to embody themselves in very being, to finally confront and consume me, forever tainting the purity of my existence. Awaiting their arrival, my trembling hands betrayed my attempts to maintain composure, as if desperately seeking solace in an ephemeral display of strength.I seeked solace in prayer, desperately begging for a respite from the impending waves of panic. Wishing ferventl