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 frI 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
I finished the fruits and hot chocolate. Probably I was really hungry or I did not wanted Alexei to get mad. Once I was done, I was feeling better. Since I had a lot of time on my sleeves, I decided to look in the drawers again, hoping to find something more interesting. Alexei said he had some urgent matters to attend, so he might come late. I looked at the pictures once again closely. Anya Volkov. So this was her name. I remembered the day I first came to know of my fathers evil schemes. ‘You nameless whore!’I let out a sigh feeling pity for the girl. Always innocents ones happen to be the victim in play of cruels. I rummaged through more pictures, with Alexei and his parents. My chest tightened at a certain picture where young Alexei was beaming carrying Anya on his back as both of them were chased by their father. Their dog also helped his father. The still picture could speak hundreds of languages. It suddenly made me curious, what did happene
Soft footsteps fell upon my ears till I saw a familiar face in my vision. There was real confusion filtering through my body, and a set of startling astonishment at the sight of the unknown person on wheelchair. It was Killian. His pale eyes snapped at the bodyguard as he said something making the bodyguard’s face pale against the stark contrast of dark night. From the above, the view was clear but since the room was on second floor, I could barely hear what they were saying. Killian towered over the guard with his broad shoulders and long legs. He still wore same dark leather clothes he always sported yet his expressions caught me off guard. I have never seen him this concerned before as he motioned frustratedly at the person on wheelchair. The guard mumbled something at which Killian scoffed before a gasp left my mouth as Killian’s fist was colliding with his jaw knocking him on the ground. I pressed my palm against my mouth to not let out any voice as my eyes widened. What was h
RALPH’s POVIt was not expected, she was not meant to be aware. Alexei was not someone who made errors, yet it caused a reaction in me when he brought up Alessandro Vitale.Rara barely flinched at his mention, making Alexei share a knowing look with me. So, she knew. I was furious and extremely upset because of his mistake, but I must remain composed, as my doll, who I consider my wveruthing, was sitting on my lap. She was like a miniature version of a woman I always desired, the woman who ignited intense desire in me. Her petite buttocks were pressing against my already aroused dick. It would be much simpler to maintain self-control if she had decent clothing on. However, with her exposed legs and breasts without a bra, it was incredibly difficult to focus on anything other than my urge to touch her body and fuck her. Damn it, it has been far too long since I last slept with her.I should buy her some actual clothes if I didn’t wanted her to get
ROMANO JEWELLERS, the shiny banner proclaimed as we entered the high-end jewellery house, which had been transformed into a big multi-storey building worthy of a hotel. The latest indie songs blared from the speakers, and the atmosphere is expensive with the rich aroma of money and diamonds. I didn’t want to be here, since I was still not feeling well, but Stefan’s visit today was solely for the ring shopping. After lunch with Uncle Alessandro, Papa forced me to go with Stefan. We both kept quiet throughout the ride, the thick tension between us was visible. I had so many questions to ask him, but the time was not right. Stefan seemed as fidgety as me. The sooner I’d be done with ring shopping, the better it would be. “You can choose whatever ring you want,” Stefan said. “I’ll be back in a minute.” Before I could answer, he was already walking out. I let out a sigh. Here I was, alone. I never imagined I’d be shopping for my wedding without anyone by my side. It shouldn’t be this he
‘Alessandro Vitale is going to be there.’I sat on Ralph’s lap, caught between the echoes of Alexei's words and the delicate brush of Ralph's breath on my neck, a sensation of hope swept over my body, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. The realization dawned on me. After years of enduring a relentless game of fate, I was on the ridge of fetching the freedom I so deeply craved.There had always been a restless desiring within me, a longing to break free from the chains that held me captive, from the men that played with my fate. Each passing moment seemed to intensify this desperation, and now, standing at the crossroads of opportunity, it was as if the God had conspired to grant me a chance at freedom. Alexei's words reverberated through my head, a resounding rhythm of hope, fueling my courage. And yet, it was not only Alexei's words that electrified my senses, but also the presence of Ralph, his breath gently grazing my neck. An undeniable
Ralph out a groan as he adjusted his trousers that seemed tighter in his pelvis region. He was hard. And that scared me more. I felt another presence beside me before a hand lept in front of me and tilted my chin up with curved fingers. I was acutely cognizant of my barely there camisole lingerie set, my vulnerability, especially since they were all dressed—not that they’d be any less intimidating without them.They could do anything they wanted to me.Fatalistically, I meet Killian’s pale-blue gaze and wait as he let go without saying anything but I couldn’t miss the swirls of darkness in this eyes. I did not knew if I should be glad or anxious.“I…Can I leave?” I stuttered, eager to run away from this suffocating feeling. Killian stared down at me, his jaw flexing, and as the silence streatched I was certain he’d laugh and mock me for thinking they’d ever let me have peaceful moment. But I was wrong. He stepped back, bobbing his head to the stairs.
TWENTY YEARS AGO (FRANKFURT—2003)SCHMIDT MANSION********“This useless brat! Bring me my cane, Rachel!” Killian placed his hands behind his back as he looked tearfully at his father, trying sniffing as he tried to catch his breath. Rachel looked pitifully at the little seven year old as her heart tightened. She couldn’t bring herself to bring the cane as her master ordered knowing how it’s end. Her teary eyes moved to Killian’s short legs adorned with several cane marks from yesterday which still looked afresh and raw. "I-I am sorry, Vater," Killian sniffed trying to control his tears. If he cry, Vater would punish him more. "No, you’re not sorry, Killian. But you will be when I’ll be done with you." Jakob snarled as he stormed up to his son. “Rachel!” Rachel flinched startled as she glanced at Jakob, pleading him with her eyes but her master seemed determined and adamant. She eyed Killian and with a heavy heart, she grabbed the wooden cane from the table and timidly walked over