ANYA I walked into Hunter’s room as quietly as I could. My heart was beating so fast, I thought it might jump out of my chest. I glanced around nervously to make sure no one saw me. The air felt heavy, like something bad was about to happen. When I saw the cupboard, I froze. There were markings on it—two snake heads, their fangs bared, crossed together. The design glinted like gold under the dim light. My breath caught. “Why does Hunter have snake markings on his door and cupboard?” I whispered to myself. A cold shiver ran down my spine, but I forced myself to stay calm. I had to find something against him. I reached out and opened the cupboard. It wasn’t locked. That surprised me. Slowly, I pulled the doors apart and peeked inside and my eyes widened in horror. Guns. Knives. Weapons of all kinds. Some looked shiny and new, others dark and old, like they had seen a lot of blood. My stomach turned. But then I saw the jar. A transparent jar filled with blood. I gasped so lo
ANYA Evans immediately hung up without saying another word, and I shut my eyes tight, afraid Hunter would realize I had been staring at him the entire time. I felt his gaze burn into me—sharp, assessing, and possessive. He lingered for what felt like forever before the weight on the mattress shifted, and I heard his footsteps retreat as he walked out of the room. The soft click of the door closing was a sound I never thought I’d appreciate so much. I let out a shaky breath and turned my head just enough to confirm he was gone. My phone was still beside me on the bed, screen dark and tempting. I grabbed it and sent a quick text to Evans: "See you at school tomorrow morning." After hitting send, I switched it off and set it aside. I forced my eyes shut, ignoring the pounding of my heart as I willed myself to sleep. It was a few hours later before sleep finally found me. The morning light crept into the room like an uninvited guest. I groaned and sat up, rubbing my face. Th
ANYA I was just about to walk out of the house when Hunter’s voice stopped me in my tracks. “Hold on.” I froze, turning slowly. His expression was calm, but his eyes were anything but. His next words sent a shiver down my spine. “Do not take my next words for granted, Anya: You are my wife now, and I expect you to act like one.” His voice was low but commanding. “I am extremely jealous and possessive when it comes to things that belong to me... and you, Anya, belong to me.” The room felt smaller with every word he spoke. “Do not get close to any man other than me,” he continued, his eyes darkening. “That can end badly—for both the other man and you. Do you understand?” My heart pounded so hard I was sure he could hear it. My mind raced back to my conversation with Cross from last night. ~~~~~ “I’m in love with you, Anya,” Cross had said, his voice sounding raw and honest. Tears had welled up in my eyes as I tried to steady myself. “I’m so sorry for what happened
ANYA The familiar voice made me turn just in time to see Evans striding toward me. Before I could react, he pulled me into a tight hug. I closed my eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne. For a brief moment, I felt safe. Evans was four years older than me, more like a brother than a friend. He had always been my protector in school, my rock since childhood. “I went to your house this morning but couldn’t find you,” he whispered, still holding me close. Before I could respond, a strong hand yanked Evans away from me with such force that he stumbled and fell to the ground. “Evans!” I gasped, stepping toward him. Evans looked stunned, his eyes wide as he tried to figure out what had just happened. I turned and saw one of Hunter’s bodyguards standing there, his face cold and impassive. My heart dropped when I saw Hunter standing behind him. His expression was unreadable, but the fury in his eyes was unmistakable. “Hunter, please...” Hunter raised a hand, si
HUNTER I had expected my marriage with Anya to be interesting, but I never thought it would be so exhilarating. She was a delightful contradiction—sexy as hell, yet wrapped in an innocence that both thrilled and challenged me. Everything about her drew me in deeper, like a moth drawn to a deadly flame. Her naivety wasn’t a flaw, it was a blank canvas for me to paint every sinful desire I had. I could hardly wait to teach her all the dirty ideas swirling in my head. The time I caught her in my bedroom had been exciting. I could feel the fear that engulfed her as her eyes darted toward the cupboard. Of course, someone like her would be frightened by what was in there. But if she didn’t ask about it, I wasn’t going to volunteer any information. She brushed it off, acting as though it didn’t bother her. And when she knelt before me, begging for a chance to continue college, I knew there was more to it. A girl with grades as bad as hers wasn’t motivated by academics alone. No, her
HUNTER I stared between Anya and Evans before waving at my bodyguards to bring Evans inside. They obeyed immediately, dragging him in without a word. I turned toward Anya, grabbed her hand gently but firmly, and led her to the living room. I gestured for her to sit on the couch across from me. She obeyed, though her eyes were wide with worry. Evans was forced to his knees by my men, facing me. I leaned back in my chair, my revolver spinning lazily in my hand. The metallic clicks echoed in the room. I pointed the gun at Evans and smirked. "You call my wife at odd hours and hug her in public under the excuse of being her best friend?" Evans blinked like a deer caught in headlights. "You... you were the one who answered Anya's call last night?" I let out a mocking scoff. "Why are you so slow? No wonder you're falling behind in your studies, Anya. This is the kind of company you keep?" Anya’s lips pressed into a tight line. "He... he’s very intelligent," she muttered defe
ANYA Standing on the balcony, I watched as Hunter’s car sped down the long driveway. His sleek, black car was like a shadow fading into the distance, but the tension in my chest lingered. "Goat? Yam?" I muttered bitterly, shaking my head. "How can a man be so narrow-minded in this day and age?" The wind whipped around me, tugging at my hair, but it wasn’t enough to cool the fire building under my skin. I felt trapped in a cruel joke. The entire school must have heard about Hunter’s display by now. Gossip spreads faster than wildfire when it’s laced with scandal. Tomorrow, I’d walk through those halls as "the girl who married Hunter Steele." And suddenly I’d be famous for all the wrong reasons. And Cross... oh, Cross. It would make even a simple conversation with him feel like climbing Everest barefoot. How was I going to approach him without a storm of rumors brewing around us? I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found Evans’ name. I hesitated f
ANYA I swallowed hard, barely daring to believe what I was hearing. “Would I really be free from him?” Evans’ voice softened. “As long as we get all the evidence, yes, you’ll get your freedom, Anya. I promise you, as your best friend, I won’t rest until I rescue you from the clutches of that old-fashioned monster.” Tears welled in my eyes. I pressed my hand to my mouth, trying to keep my sobs quiet. “But you need to be very careful,” Evans continued. “Don’t give him any reason to suspect you. Be obedient and calm for now. That way, you’ll have access to his bedroom and office without raising suspicion.” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “I... I’ve already been in his bedroom.” Evans’ breath caught. “What did you see?” I hesitated before answering. “There were guns... blood... hidden behind a cupboard in his room.” There was a pause before Evans spoke again, his tone grim. “It’s not enough, Anya. That’s bad, but not solid evidence. Considering how rich and power
Ruby’s body ached in ways she had never known before. Her back throbbed, the pain radiating through every limb as she slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, she was disoriented. 'Where am I?' Then, it all came back. The cold, damp floor beneath her. The cage. The searing sting of Tara’s whip slicing through her skin. And Hector. That monster. She shuddered as she recalled the last thing he had said to her after she spit in his face. "You’re going to become my dog." A chill ran down her spine. Her fingers dug into the metal bars of the cage, her breaths coming out shaky. She wanted to believe it was just a threat—just cruel words meant to break her. But looking around the dimly lit room, she wasn’t so sure. The agonizing screams of another person reached her ears, pulling her attention. Don Gray. She turned slowly and saw him still tied, his body trembling violently. His wrists were raw and bloody, his feet. He was still naked. His head was slumped forward,
Camilla wiped her tears and forced herself to stand. Her legs were weak, her heart heavy with grief, but she had no time to break down. Ruby had no one except her. If her father was gone, then Camilla was all she had left. And no matter what it took, she would find her. With renewed determination, she marched out of the hospital, her mind racing with possibilities. She needed a lead....anything...to track Ruby’s whereabouts. Camilla’s first stop was a local technician. “I need you to trace a phone for me,” she told him urgently. The man adjusted his glasses and sat behind his desk, cracking his knuckles. “Alright, do you have the number?” She gave it to him immediately, tapping her fingers impatiently against the counter as he worked. Seconds stretched into minutes. Then, the technician frowned. “That’s strange.” Camilla’s stomach clenched. “What is it?” “There’s no signal. It’s like the phone doesn’t exist anymore.” Camilla’s heart pounded. “How is that possib
Camilla’s hands trembled as she clutched her arms tightly. The cold sterility of the hospital room did nothing to ease the growing panic inside her. She watched helplessly as the doctor and nurses worked frantically, their voices a blur as they fought to revive Ruby’s father. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor had long since become erratic, each sound a reminder of how close he was to slipping away. The defibrillator pads pressed against his chest, sending jolts of electricity coursing through his body, causing him to convulse slightly before falling still again. She held her breath. 'Please, please…' Another jolt. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out everything else. And then.....silence. The monitor’s flatline was deafening. Camilla felt her legs weaken. 'No… no, this can't be happening.' The doctor straightened, lowering his hands. His face was unreadable as he turned to Eduardo. "I'm sorry, but he is dead." The words shattered her. Camilla g
“What the hell is going on here?” Ruby's stepmother suddenly walked in and demanded, glancing between Camila, Ruby’s father, and Eduardo. “I was at the church early, making sure everything was in place, but Ruby never showed up. Now I had to come back home, and I walk into… this?” Camila exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "I don’t have time to explain right now. I need to get to the casino." Before she could rush out, Ruby’s father spoke quickly, his voice laced with urgency. "Ruby is in danger. Someone tricked her into withdrawing all the money from the company’s account and going to the casino to save Eduardo. But now, we’ve been informed that there’s been a massacre there." Ruby’s stepmother gasped, covering her mouth. "A massacre?" "I need to go there," he continued, his hands shaking. "I need to find my daughter." Camila placed a firm hand on his arm. "You shouldn’t. It’s dangerous. Let me go, and I’ll keep you updated." "No," Ruby’s father snapped. "My daughter’s lif
Selena gripped the steering wheel tightly as she glanced at Eduardo. The car was filled with tension but they both knew what had to be done. "Are you sure about this?" Selena asked, her voice tight with worry. Eduardo exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "I have to be. If I don’t make a scene, we won’t go unscathed." Selena nodded, keeping her eyes on the road as she pulled up near her father’s house. Eduardo took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and stepped out. "Good luck," Selena murmured as he shut the door. Eduardo squared his shoulders, preparing for the performance of his life. Inside the house, Camila’s nerves were unraveling. She paced the floor, her phone clutched tightly in her hand as she redialed Ruby’s number for the hundredth time. "Come on, pick up," she whispered under her breath, but there was nothing. Just the same monotonous ring before it went to voicemail. Ruby’s father watched her closely, his eyes filled with growing suspicion. "Camila,
Hearing Ruby’s voice again, Hector’s expression darkened. He turned sharply toward Tara, his voice clipped. “Get the whip.” The air in the room became filled with tension. Ruby’s pulse spiked as she instinctively stepped back. “Listen,” she said quickly, desperation creeping into her voice. “I am... I’m not the one you’re thinking of. My name is Ruby and this old man......” Hector’s gaze was cold and unwavering. “For every word you spew out of your mouth,” he warned, “you will receive a stroke of the whip.” As the words left his lips, Tara went close with a long black whip coiled tightly in her hands. Ruby’s breath hitched at the sight of it. No. No, no, no… “Please,” she whispered. Then louder, “Just listen to what I have to say! I promise, after that, I won’t speak again!” Hector didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he studied her, his silence stretching into something unbearable. Then... “This is your last chance,” he said flatly. He turned his back to h
Cold water splashed onto Ruby’s face. She gasped, her eyes snapping open. The sharp sting of reality hit her before she even had a chance to process what was happening. Her body jerked instinctively, trying to push herself up. CRACK! A sharp pain shot through her skull as she struck her head against something solid. She cried out, clutching her forehead as her vision swam. As she blinked away the dizziness, her surroundings came into focus. Iron bars. A cage. Panic seized her chest as she scrambled back, her heart pounding. Her wide eyes lifted to see a woman standing in front of her, arms crossed, watching her with an unreadable expression. The woman had fiery red hair, a dangerous glint in her eyes, and guns strapped to both sides of her waist. Ruby swallowed hard. At the far end of the room sat a man, his legs crossed in a relaxed posture. His face showed nothing but amusement, yet there was something about him.... something detached and dangerous. Her g
Hector began to approach Ruby, slowly, until he was barely a foot away from her. His eyes raked over her naked form, and he bit his lip as the sight of her gave him an erection. He cursed under his breath and wanted to pick up her dress on the floor, to cover her up. However, she threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest as her hands went around his neck. He cursed under his breath as desire surged through him. It had been years since he had gotten laid. Lifting her face, Ruby stood on her tippy toes and kissed him, her lips warm, soft and yet demanding. His hand went around her neck and he kissed her back before pulling away He gripped her hair tightly, forcing her head back as he turned her toward Don Gray. Ruby moaned, her desire for a man and the pain in her scalp both affecting her at the same time. She could hear Hector's voice and understood his words as well, but she could not help herself. “What would you do if I fucked your bitch right before
Hector sat in the back seat, his gaze fixed on the road ahead as his underling maneuvered the car through the streets. His heart pounded—not from fear, but from the raw, unfiltered rage that had consumed him for years.He would finally come face to face with the man who had taken everything from him. Don Gray. The name alone was enough to make his blood boil. Beside him, his stepsister, Tara reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. Her presence was a silent reminder that he wasn’t alone in this. "Everything is going to go according to plan," she reassured him. Hector let out a humorless chuckle. His jaw clenched as he stared ahead, eyes cold as steel. "It doesn't matter," he murmured. "Even if things don’t go according to plan, as long as I get him, I will be content." Behind them, a convoy of vehicles followed in tight formation. Every single one of them was filled with men.... his men. Armed and ready for war. This was not just a mission. It was a reckoning. Th