All Chapters of Their Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

As she slowly regained consciousness, she instantly became aware of the chilling sensation enveloping her—strong arms securely embracing her delicate waist like a snake. The cruel touch of these arms seemed to provide a sense of danger, instantly putting her at panic. Immediately, her eyelids fluttered open, allowing her gaze to adjust to the surrounding environment. A wave of chilly air brushed against her exposed skin, causing a shiver to course through her body, travel like an icy current, down her spine, creating a tangible sensation of fear that seemingly danced across her flesh. The contrast between the cool air and the warmth emanating from the arms securely holding her further intensified her anxiousness.The playful fingers, with an eagerness that seemingly mirrored her own anticipation, began to caress her erect nipples. Each touch elicited a heightened response, increasing her level of dread as she gradually comprehended the situation unfolding before her. Scarlett. The r

Alexei gently rubbed my cheek with his thumb. "I am going to kill every single last one of your blood until you are all alone," he said with an unsettling smile. Disbelief filled me as tears streamed down my cheeks whilst I observed him. I didn’t remember ho long was it till he had been taking me by force, my body was exhausted and my limbs were aching. "Th-then… then why d-don't you j-just kill me?" Tears cascaded down my face, drenching the air with a symphony of sorrow. Alexei's gentle fingers delicately brushed away a lone droplet from my cheek, displaying a touch akin to a tender lullaby. Leaning closer, his velvety voice caressed my ear, releasing words of solace that seemed to dance in harmony with the whispers of the wind. "…Because I want you to learn." I gasped abruptly as he thrusted deep inside me again. I felt him wrap my thighs around his waist as he buried his face into my neck. He piledrove into my body, fucking me as if he were punishing me. Panting loudly, I violen

Reluctantly, I decided to refrain the tiresome task of heading downstairs in search of ice. Instead, I settled for a simple wet rag, placing it gently on my wrist. Little did I know, this seemingly harmless choice would have unforeseen consequences. The following morning, as I peered at my wrist with curiosity mixed with trepidation, a rather unsightly and rather alarming shade of purple greeted my eyes. It appeared as if an ominous ring had taken shape beneath the delicate surface of my skin. It was a stark reminder of the power of even the smallest decisions and the undeniable impact they coul have on our lives.I hated that this had become my life.I had never experienced the need to conceal bruises before, but it made me ponder if my mother had endured this. Had this been the kind of life she had prior to her untimely death? Could he have subjected her to such cruelty without my awareness? I recall Papa mentioning that he intended for me to meet the same destiny as my mother. Was

My heart was filled with panic as three SUVs appeared on the dusty road, blocking our car. Killian laughed. “Well if you wanna beg, I’d give you a reason.” As he opened the door on his side, a wave of intense fear engulfed me, causing my chest to constrict. I was still trying to catch my breath when he harshly unlocked the door on my side, causing me to let out a piercing scream. With a firm grip on my arm, he forcefully pulled me out, causing me to collide roughly against his stone-hard chest.He looked down at me amusedly. “Be a good girl, and don’t open your mouth till asked for.” He dragged me towards the warehouse, my heels digging into the dust, feet stumbling but his steel-like grip on my bicep was tormenting. My ears perked with alarm when I heard someone groaning and moaning in pain. I glanced behind me, just in time to witness the two men, clad in black attire, forcibly hauling a bloodied George by his collar. At that moment, my eyes dilated wi

Rara let out an audible groan, the pain radiating through every fibre of her being. The aftermath of whatever had happened was now taking its toll on her, leaving her in a state of bewildered confusion. Recollection seemed to evade her, as the details of how she ended up on the bed were a haze, lost in the abyss of her memory. Fatigue had engulfed her to the point where she had succumbed to a deep slumber, or perhaps it was more accurate to describe it as passing out due to exhaustion. As she struggled to piece together the events that led to her current predicament, the contrary juxtaposition of the soft comforter enveloping her body only served to intensify her discomfort. She became acutely aware of the roughness of the hands that lingered on her waist, their touch not matching the tender embrace one would expect from such a gentle fabric. The sensation of fingers digging into her curves, though soft in pressure, sent a jolt of panic coursing through her veins. The realization of