All Chapters of My Tormentor: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Full Summary Zara Khan was full of life and laughter. There were hardships that she faced but she tried to think of them as minor compared to the number of blessings. Freshly graduated out of university, she's trying her best to survive in the real world. However, her chances of survival just diminished immensely because a certain, dangerously handsome man from her past has come back–the man that used to make her heart flutter, now makes her question her own sanity.He has had his eyes on the wide-eyed, innocent beauty for years. He had been watching and examining the perfect time to make her his. She implicitly tried to peruse him without understanding the situation she was getting herself into. Unfortunately for her, she succeeded in catching his eyes. And now, years later, he wants to capture her, break her and mould her into his perfect, little plaything. Alejandro Genovese is the Hades of the Underworld; he is the Lucifer of Hell. He holds the ultimate power over the Cosa Nostr

- Four Years Later -Z A R A"Amma! I'm leaving!" I call out to her. "My interview starts at 1:30 PM but I heard they process everything by the end of the day so I'll probably be there for most of the day.""Good luck, dear!" She kisses my forehead."Insha'Allah, things will go well for you.""Insha'Allah!" I reply."Do you have that ring on you?" She asks out of curiosity.I pull out the chain that's hidden under my cardigan to flash the black ring at her."I'm glad you stopped wearing that on your wedding ring finger. People in our community kept asking if you got married." She laughs."Amma! I stopped wearing it on my finger three years ago! We don't need to keep bringing it up." I whine."I know, I know. I'm glad you made it into a necklace." She smiles. "Yasmeen really chose a ring that matches your color palette." She comments."Mhm." I agree, nervously.Obviously, there was no way I was going to tell her the man I was in love with for three years gave it to me before he ditched

Z A R A His name is foreign on my tongue. I haven't said it out loud in so long, I don't even know if I said it right. I couldn't believe my eyes or my ears, this is the man I've been thinking about for years... he's always been at the back of my mind.My hands are trembling as it reaches out slowly to touch his face to confirm that he's real. His face hasn't changed yet he's completely different. I should've recognized him but I also wouldn't. His steel-grey eyes are colder than I've ever seen them. There's no life in them. He's looking at me as if he's never seen me in his life, yet knows me somehow.Though his facial features haven't changed, he looks like he's been through Hell. He looks tired and worn out yet even more handsome than I remember him. Of course, he looks older too. His physique looks stronger, definitely much more bulked than I remember.Something about the energy around him is steady and stable yet chaotic and anarchic. I feel comfortable around him yet I want to s

Z A R A Frank radios a caretaker to clean up my mess. I apologize profoundly to the caretaker, who assures me that he has seen the worst and he's glad that it was just vomiting and not a dead body, which is apparently rare [not the dead bodies]. Frank hurries me back to the room I was in."Grab your things," he orders. "My things? What things?" I ask, confused. My things were taken away when they hit me on the head.He points at my purse that's sitting in the corner of the room. It definitely wasn't there before. I quickly grab my bag to see if my phone is still inside and obviously it's not. Why would it be?"Where are we going?" I'm more afraid than curious."You're going to be given a room, as per the request of the boss," he says."A room where?""At his home," he answers. I raise a brow, "Where are we now?" "You ask too many questions for someone who is not in the position to be asking questions," Frank rolls his eyes. "And? Why can't I ask questions?" I die either way, no? He le

A L E J A N D R O I craved her touch for years, waiting for the right moment to take her for myself. She was the one person who had naively befriended me all those years ago, her first mistake. She refused to fall under the first impression everyone else had given me and wanted to understand the real me. The innocence and smile that she wore, which I treasured, has been violently ripped away from her. She looks completely lost without it.I'm seeing her after so long—too long, that seeing her even in such simple silk nightwear has left me in a trance. Even though she's trying her best to push me away, I'm much stronger. I can overpower her as easily as I can press a trigger. My heart aches to see her in so much pain but it no longer matters because I've changed, I'm no longer who I used to be.I'm no longer the man who was weakened by such complex emotions. I'm no longer the man who cares for the comfort of others. I'm no longer the man who will hold back from something that's mine.