TWO YEARS THREE MONTHS BACKI knew that voice, I could recognise it anywhere. He chuckled darkly like he read what was going on in my head. He planted his hands on my hips and roughly pushed my upper body against the wall. Electric shocks travel from his fingers faintly moving down to my thighs resting above the rim of my dress. The feeling made me tremble beneath his calloused hands. Panic send my mind into a complete meltdown, I could no longer think rationally. My body went into survival mode, and I fight against his death grip with all the strength I could gather. He was big, too big. It was useless. I cried with frustration. Was he here to kill me? I didn’t even spit a word regarding that unfortunate night even though I was tempted to. He laughed at my attempt, the rich sound of his dark pursuit sending chills down my spine. I stilled, huffing against the flesh of his palm. My hair was in disarray, with several tendrils sticking to my face and sweat dribbling down my neck. Not t
“She still thinks she can run.” The fear inside her tightened into a sharp needle, chills ran down her spine at occasional brushes of Alexei’s hands over her neck. “I should break her legs.” He laughed, the dark rumble of his voice raising the bubbling tension. Rara clenched her thighs tightly as her widened eyes stared at Ralph. He was as deadly as two years ago. Same hypnotic green eyes she fell for, the straight pointed nose that’d put models to shame, the prominent cheekbones with a long scar running down his left cheek to dread behind his ear. It added masculinity to his hardened features. Rara remembered falling for him a first glance. The same tingling butterflies that she buried two years ago, resurfaced. But this time there was the startling tsunami of overflowing terror that had her body stiff. The white t-shirt he wore was soaked in red, and the khaki pants hung low on his narrow hips. He was as muscular as Killian and Alexei, but his body was sculptured gorgeously. The s
TWO YEARS TWO MONTHS AGOAs I gazed at the bouquet of roses resting on my bed, my headache grew more intense. I felt my knees give away as I struggled to process the situation. I had explicitly asked George not to receive any flowers on my behalf, so how did they find their way here once again?I hadn't seen Killian Schmidt since the club incident for two weeks, and my memory of that night was hazy as I vaguely recalled getting into a taxi and feeling a mix of shock, fear, and numbness, fueled by alcohol. I remembered crying and trying to wash away my pain in a hot shower. Since that day, I had been too afraid to leave the house, but recently I started receiving scarlet red roses from an anonymous sender. And deep down, I suspected they were from Killian Schmidt.A dizzying sensation surged through me, causing the room to swirl and the world to dance around like a mischievous sprite. What an unwelcome alarm for a morning that had barely dawned! My head throbbed relentlessly, each swal
TWO YEARS TWO MONTHS AGOShortly after their arrival, Killian and Alexei abruptly excused themselves from the room, leaving me, filled with intrigue, to ponder their sudden departure. As my mind raced with possibilities, a chilling thought crossed my mind - could they have gone off to carry out a sinister act of taking someone's life? The mere idea sent shivers down my spine.Meanwhile, Stefan persisted in his attempts to coax me into joining him on the dance floor. However, I found myself unable to comply due to the peculiar state my body had fallen into. It felt as though my limbs had turned to ice, rendering them completely numb. Furthermore, I harbored concerns that my lack of coordination would result in accidentally stepping on Stefan's feet, causing him embarrassment and discomfort. Thus, I decided to decline his offer, opting to spectate instead.Yet, amidst all the percolating unease and apprehension, a deep-rooted fear took hold of me, gradually
Ralph felt an intense urge to grasp her throat tightly and suffocate her until she couldn't breathe. He desired to restrain her and whip her so mercilessly that all she could do was scream. It excited him to imagine the sinful things he would do to hear her cries only. There was a twisted part of him that craved to use her blood to create his next painting. Ralph experienced a sense of ecstasy when he observed his reflection in the mirror, his white shirt stained with the blood of his driver. The person had infuriatingly caused him to be late for his exhibition. The haunting echoes of the driver's cries and screams as he plunged a knife deep into his chest still reverberate in Ralph's mind like softly spoken musical notes.“What a fucking waste?” he muttered disdainfully, contorting his mouth with exasperation as he effortlessly flung his shirt over his shoulder. Tilting his head, he meticulously assessed the multitudinous array of ink adorning his skin, covering the remnants of scars
In an audacious attempt to solidify the ties of commerce, my father envisioned a union between myself and his nemesis' son. At first glance, Stefan did not possess the same stoic demeanour as his father, but who's to say? Men were notorious for transforming unpredictably, just like the capricious weather. The evening became a haze as I found myself betrothed to a stranger within a single hour, leaving my head pulsating with a throbbing ache. Despite the paralyzing reality of the situation, I resigned myself to the fact that I was powerless to alter my destiny.Antonio Romano was not a man who would believe in love—and I surmise Stefan emulated him perfectly. Entwining myself with him would merely make me a pawn in his game of reputation. Neither spouse nor offspring would stir a flicker of concern within him. This harsh reality stoked the flames of disillusionment within me.Over the course of the following five days, my focus was solely on reconciling with the har
The museum's enduring elephant exhibit acted as a central point, standing at thirteen feet tall, as images of sea creatures swirled on the walls, creating the sensation of being submerged. Servers dressed in black moved around, offering champagne and appetizers, while a stage awaited the host's arrival at the opposite end of the space, ready to commend all the attendees for their presence.“This is beautiful,” I inhaled deeply, my focus fixated on an enigmatic masterpiece adorning the distant wall. It was an ethereal and captivating painting, unlike any my eyes had ever beheld. From afar, I could discern its essence, a mesmerizing fusion of crimson and ebony brushstrokes giving life to a tormented woman, her piercing screams resonating as she desperately clawed at her flesh. To some, it may appear disturbing, but beneath the surface, it encapsulated the very essence of our existence. The scarlet hues embodied longing and passion, while the inky strokes echoed the hidden depths of dark
I lazily tried to stretch my arms, the clinking resonance of chains echoed through the air, piercing the stillness surrounding me. Instantly, the remainder of my unfortunate predicament cast a cloud over my thoughts. Why was I in this terrifying room again? Who brought me here? Yet, as soon as my wits returned to me, the inescapable truth gradually emerged with an unsettling clearness. They tricked me. The realization that they had secretly drugged me surged within, igniting an overwhelming urge to throw up everywhere.My body was caressed by the softness of silk against my skin. Peering downwards, I found out a stunning short pink silk dress adorning my figure. Its alluring deep v-neck did little to preserve my modesty, as the hem obscenely crept higher, teasingly revealing my thighs. A wave of relief washed over me as I felt the presence of underwear. Thankfully, Killian took out the vibrating egg off me. Yet, despite its absence, the lingering vibrations continued to pulse through