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Chapter-33
“Ralph…” I started to back away, but Ralph pushed himself off the wall, his movements stilled me. I watched raptly as he closed off the distance between us. My chest rose and fell in shuddered breaths, goosebumps raising the lengths of my arms. “No, wait!”
“You did not answered my texts.” As I stood there, transfixed by his mere presence, I couldn't help but be ensnared by the allure of his mysterious aura. His voice, a deep and resonant timbre, sent shivers down my spine, captivating me in its grasp. With every word that escaped his lips, it felt as though a vacuum had been created, drawing the very essence of my being towards him. The room seemed to grow dim, as if his darkness permeated the air, casting an intoxicating spell upon me.My breath hitched, almost as if it had been stolen away by an invisible force. It was as if the tenuous link between us, formed through the exchange of words and the undeniable chemistry between us, had caused a physical reaction wRelated chapters
Their Wife Chapter-34
PRESENT DAY“What the fuck are you doing?”“Oh me, I’m making fuck off pie. With one cup of no one cares, two table spoons of kiss my ass, and pinch of blow me. Stir it up and shove it up your ass!” With a contemptuous expression carved on his face, Killian snarled in mockery as he deftly flipped the omelette on the sizzling frying pan.Alexei gently held me in his arms, carefully descending the grand staircase that led to the ground floor of the wealthy mansion.Upon reaching the bottom step, we entered the expansive living room, which sprawled grandiosely before my eyes. Its largeness seemed to intensify the air of affluence and intricacy that saturated every nook and cranny. Adorned with an open kitchen and boasting a colossal dining table, it was apparent that no expense had been spared in the design and furnishing of this luxurious space. The exquisite chairs that encircled the table, sufficient to accommodate a party of twelve, were meticulously crafted from African Blackwood, a
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“Rara? Rara!” Rara snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Killian snapping his fingers in front of her face to get her attention. She looked up from the plate and saw ‘her husband’ looking down at her with raised brow. His pale blue eyes glimmering with sharp with amusement. "You may look more pleasing all mute, Schmetterling, but it's honestly a bit creepy if you keep stabbing that poor egg..." Killian said with a amused grin. Rara’s hand froze as she looked down to find the egg being all scrambled on the plate, barely eaten. "What were you thinking, topolìno?” Ralph asked rubbing her thigh. Rara gulped. What was she even thinking? She stared blankly at the plate, pondering the question that kept swirling in her mind like a persistent whirlwind. What, in fact, was she even thinking? The answer eluded her, slipping through the cracks of her memory like elusive tendrils of smoke. The mere act of trying to recollect the exact thought that led her to this moment seemed almost futi
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Ralph let out a ferocious chuckle as his fists collided with the man’s face. ‘This world could never be a better place, you have to become worse to survive.’Another harsh blow landed on the man’s face. Ralph didn’t stop, his heart pounding loudly and the voice in his head whispering. Taunting laughs, mocking glances. He couldn’t forget it. ‘Fire when consumes you, you are no longer afraid of the heat.’ The man’s low unheard grunts, his fist colliding with the man’s face, blood splattered all over the floor, his barely moving body. Ralph felt it all and nothing simultaneously. The blood in his veins roaring, searing with rage, with resentment and anger pent up for seventeen years. Blood. He needed more blood. Breaking heavily he grabbed the small blade placed on the table and flipped it open. His mother’s lifeless body dancing in front of his eyes, her wide green eyes dead and cold, blood oozing through her head, the white dress she adored now drenched in blood. Her blood. He shut
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At that very moment, the world seemed to come crashing down around me as Alexei unexpectedly departed, leaving behind a turbulent mix of emotions leaving me utterly bewildered and disoriented. The subsequent waves of astonishment reverberating within the depths of my heart only added to the overwhelming confusion engulfing me. It was as if a sudden chord of astonishment had caught me off guard, causing my equilibrium to spiral ever so slightly out of control. As I stood there, rooted to the spot, everything around me seemed to fade into the background, drowned out by the distant and almost melodic sound of water flowing relentlessly down the tap. Time stood still, as if frozen in that very moment, as my mind processed the multitude of thoughts and unanswered questions that swirled within.Slowly, I unclenched my fists, releasing the tension that had built up from the unexpected turn of events. The weight of my confusion seemed to lift slightly as I exhaled a heavy
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My hands clenched tightly, a surge of apprehension seizing me like an iron grip. Gazing into Alexei’s eyes, I suddenly became aware of the countless moments he had spent clandestinely observing me, hidden away in the shadows. A chilling sensation raced down my back, igniting an electrifying shiver. For how long had this been going on? Months? Years? My graduation day couldn’t be the first time he had me tailed. I swallowed hard the bile rising in my throat. Alexei tilted his head, his eyes lowering to my fisted palms and then to my face. “Did I interrupt something?” His thick Russian dialect had my words freeze in my chest as I shook my head desperately unclenching my sweaty fists. He hummed walking closer, his every step powerful enough to rattle the walls of my heart. “You must be hungry. Killian is cooking you dinner, it’ll take some more minutes. You can have some fruits for now.” I flinched as he placed the tray on the bedside table standing towering over me. “I heard hot choco
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Two years three weeks agoDread. Fear and anxiety. I was fidgeting when the wedding planner showed me something on her phone. My vision was unfocused but I could make out a beautiful beachside view with a beautiful sunset. I did not know what I was doing here, or why I was here, I shouldnʼt be here knowing what fate awaited me, yet I couldnʼt brought myself to disobey Papa. We were in our living room, Tobias by my side and Scarlett flipping through the magazine pages. A young woman in her late twenties sat in front of me, her skin porcelain and her auburn hair tied up in a professional sleek bun matching the Ruby studs and contrasting the black blazer skirt suit.“How is it? Do you have anything in mind? A particular colour theme or venue?”My eyes lowered to my hands to find them shivering, pulling the sleeves of the sweater I wore to my knuckles, I shook my head. “No...” my voice came out barely audible. Tobias eyed me.“Oh...” she exclaimed. “Then how about pastel colours, peache
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The chilling aura of this dark phase of my life had been the finding of Mama's lifeless body, lying cold and motionless on the cold floor. The very thought sent shivers coursing through my veins, as I relived the unbearable grief and confusion that had enveloped our lives in the aftermath of her inexplicable death. This room, so seemingly innocuous to others, was forever etched in my memory as the haunting scene of unimaginable heartbreak and tragedy.My chest tightened at the memory before I decide to walk in. As I stepped foot in, I felt I just entered another dimension. A wave of memories rushed through me. Every word and every emotion echoed in my head. I gulped looking around. A modern bookshelf, a mahogany table, a wooden cabinet with expensive wines and champagne, a leather couch in the left corner and a large window behind the table covered with thick dark curtains. What caught my attention was opened laptop on his desk, the light illuminating fr
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I was numb—my senses were dead, and the somnolence of my thoughts was concerning for a moment. In the past hour I agreed that even if I knew my father’s evils, there was not a thing I could do to confront him. There was a deep and enduring impact some experiences left on our minds and souls, making it incredibly difficult to forget them. These memories become imprinted in our consciousness, leaving an indelible mark that seems almost impossible to escape. They haunt me like a relentless reminder, a constant presence that I couldn’t ignore or evade. I found myself unable to move forward, as these memories clung to me like a decaying part of my being, slowly eroding my sense of self.Life became a mere existence rather than a true living experience. I no longer engage with the world around me, but rather I endure the passing of each day. My every moment was spent in a relentless battle for survival, desperately clinging to the fleeting fragments of who I once was. With the weight of an
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