All Chapters of Esme: Tangled Love : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The main door of the house banged open as the sound resounated. A panting bruised person enetered, his expression held anger as his hand clenched in a fist. His eyes darted around the room, searching for someone. " CAESAR!! CAESAR YOU BASTARD COME OUT!!" He shouted as his voice echoed, guards from the outside came running and surrounded him. " Master Marcus please calm down—" one of the guards spoke, his hand gesturing Marcus to calm down. Marcus ignored the guard's plea, his rage intensifying. “Get your fucking master to me!!” he bellowed, his voice filled with fury. The guards exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to handle Marcus's explosive anger. “ My-- what a surprise.” Everyone snapped at the voice they heard and saw Caesar descending down the stairs as the guards made way for their master to walk to Marcus. Caesar's calm demeanor contrasted sharply with Marcus's seething rage. As he approached, he raised a hand to signal the guards to stand down, his eyes fixed on M

“Marcus—shall I show you how good she is on bed?” Lailah felt her senses numb and her heart stopped functioning at his words as her eyes widened in terror. His veins popped prominent on his neck by the amount of force Marcus was trying to let his voice out wanting Caesar to stop whatever shit is going on in his sick mind. Marcus was desperate to do something but he couldn’t. He couldn’t understand why Caesar is doing this! He couldn’t believe he used the band aid on him! “N-no pleas—“ Lailah felt her words stuck in her throat as Caesar turned her into a kiss, shutting her mouth. Lailah's body froze as Caesar's lips forcefully pressed against hers, stealing her voice and leaving her feeling violated. Lailah began to struggle to break free from his hold but his grip on her was making it impossible for her to do anything against his strength, as only a desperate whimper was heard from her. The fear in her grew as she realzied there's no escape and with Marcus paralyzed, no one will b

Sweat beads formed on her forehead as she clenched the bed sheet, her heart suffocating from fear, and she felt herself blocked from getting any oxygen into her system. All she could see was black, and she felt like she was trapped in it. She couldn't shake off the feeling of suffocation and darkness. She was trying to let her voice out, but she felt her throat being choked. "Lailah!! Lailah wake up!!!" The vigorous shaking and her name being called out made her snap and open her eyes, terror swimming in them. She gasped for air, her body trembling as she realized it was just a nightmare. The room slowly came into focus, and she found herself on the bed as Marcus came into her view. She abruptly sat up, scooting back away from him as her body still trembled from the remnants of the nightmare. Marcus reached out a hand, concern etched on his face, as he tried to calm her down. "Hey, hey, it's okay. It's me.. your okay" Lailah's racing heart began to calm as she recognized his voic

"Where the fuck is Caesar?!" Ivan demanded impatiently as he stood a good distance from Jasper. Jasper has reached long before Ivan has arrived. "Master is yet to arrive." Jasper replied vaguely, fueling Ivan a he groaned with his clenched fists. "I know that you dimwit, so I asked you where the fuck is your fucking master!!" he shouted to make his message clear because Jasper was acting ignorant the whole time. Ivan just wants his nephew back safe and sound, though he has a hunch that maybe his nephew is in that car Jasper has driven here. If it were true, he could just raid the car and retrieve his nephew, but he shouldn't. His nephew is asthmatic, and he can't endanger his health. The beeping of a car was heard catching their attention from afar as it drove its way closer. They both watched as the car pulled up to the curb. From the driver's seat, a man in black and white suit stepped out, as he jogged his way around the car to the passenger side, opening its door. Caesar step

"Totya, I did not mean to rape her." Caesar confessed; remorse and guilt were felt in his low tone, his head hung low in shame and regret. Jessica's heart sank at his words, unable to comprehend the gravity of what he had just revealed. She struggled to find the right words to respond; her mind was filled with a whirlwind of emotions. "W-what do you mean?" Jessica asked, her tone showed how surprised she was to hear his confessions. She marched to him and clenched his arms tightly, shaking his body to make him look at her. "Answer me!" she demanded. Caesar looked at Jessica. The authoritative and dominant aura that he usually exuded seemed to fade away in that moment. He looked conflicted and guilty as he took a shaky breath, his form nervous to speak out. If it were any other day, Caesar would be his usual powerful self, even in front of Jessica, but the woman who is in front of him right now is not Jessica, the head maid. But a mother looking at her son. A woman, who has taken c