All Chapters of Conquer Her : Saga of making her mine: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RoxanneI grab the waffle. I wanted that yesterday. I had the craving to eat it yesterday but I can't be ungrateful if he has got this for me. Besides, it looks tempting.I take a first bite and a moan ripples through me. With the chunks still in my mouth I turn towards him to find his eyes already on me.Whenever I find his eyes on me, I always get nervous. “Um, where did you get this from? It's very good." I say. “My chef made it. If you want he will be happy to make more for you, since I don't eat those things he rarely gets to make it." I nod my head as I take another bite. “Why don't you come and live with me? In that way you can have these everyday." I look at him with a straight face.Without giving him an answer I got back to eating.“God, I am full." I say, to no one in particular.“Who wouldn't be?" I send a glare to Isaac. With a dramatic flick of my hair, I get on my feet. I eye the mess made by me. Bending, I start collecting the cardboards.“You don't have…." His voice

Roxanne“How come you don't have any dress?" Mom shouts from my closet. “Hey, mom, how is sis doing?" I asked. Mom ambles out of the closet with a few dresses in her hand. I don't even know where she got those as I don't remember having those.“She is good." She answers with divided attention. “Why do you ask?"“Nothing." I look away for a flip second. “And do I really have to go? You can just go with Mrs Rodriguez and choose a dress. It's not like I have an eye for dresses."Tomorrow is my engagement. It doesn't mean anything to me. It's like a burden to me, which is bestowed on me unwillingly.“Are you out of your mind Roxanne? That would be so disrespectful. And there has been a change of plans. We are going to Beverly Hills." She arranges those three dresses on the bed side by side.“Why?" I grab all of my hair, behind my head. I amble towards the dressing table and grab the band and secure it high on my head in a ponytail.Since they are thick, they trouble me a lot. Sometimes

Isaac“I can't wait, love. Today you will become mine in every way." I say. My head leaned back on the head of the chair.I can't wait to finally make her my wife in front of the whole world. And finally I can fuck her. I don't know how much I had to control myself. She fucking has no idea.“Did you call me to tell me this?" I laugh. She really hasn't changed all these years. She is still the same but she doesn't hate me that much. And she even calls me to eat and she sometimes dresses up for me. That's progress. And she doesn't complain about being in my office anymore. And my mansion kind of became her second home with the way she lives in it.“Uh-Ha." She groans from the other side. “From your persistent calls I had to be so embarrassed in front of those ladies. I am hanging up." She spats. I want to bite her lips hard for talking like that but just like every time I take it as a joke.“What did I do?" I asked innocently. “Since my wife didn't think of calling me even once I had

IsaacI sit on the foot of the bed. I part my legs and keep my elbows on both of my knees. I keep my head on my palm and give an innocent smile to Roxanne.I look away from Roxanne's glaring and blazing eyes. “Crawl to me, Emily." I purr. Emily stops dancing as soon as her ears register my words. Her hands fall to her sides as she looks at me. She was surprised by my command.“Sis, leave. He is…." Roxanne stops mid as soon as Emily gets on her fours. My lips part as a full blown laugh escapes my lips. The room reverberates with my laugh. I wipe away the tears that have formed at the corner of my eyes due to my laughing session.I look at Roxanne, to see her eyes brimming with tears. It must be shocking to see her strong sister in such a humiliating way.I caressed Emily's head when she reached me. I look up at Roxanne to see her looking away from us.I grit my teeth.“EYES HERE." I shout. Roxanne flinches. But she deflects my order. I clench my fist. “I dare you to defy me. I will

Roxanne I feel his movement coming to a stop. My breathing stops as I anticipate his next move. My eyes, fixed on the ceiling. After a few minutes I feel cool air hitting me as his warmth leaves me completely. I hear the shattering of things for a whole few minutes as he starts throwing things. I watch him through my peripheral vision. His breathing was heavy as he was throwing things. My heart, beating loudly waiting for him to resume what he was doing. I leave my breath which I was holding as soon as I hear the thud of the door. He left. But I still remain alert. He might change his mind and come back. Tears of happiness, pain, helplessness and fear start flowing through my eyes when I don't hear any footsteps behind the doors. I curl myself. Why did I decide to sleep on Emily's bed that day? Maybe then we would have never crossed paths. Then maybe Emily would have been happy with him. I wouldn't have been in such a situation. Hiccups and sniffles start resonating in the room.