All Chapters of My Husband's Vengeful Hatred: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Meera~What have I become? How can I do this to my own sister? How can I enjoy his touch and crave it all the time? Why can't I feel disgust when he touches me, even after knowing that he is just using me? I am nothing more than a sex toy for him. He still hates me; when he is not touching me, he makes it very clear.I am losing control, but was I ever in control when it came to him? Can't I just let myself loose within his touch? No, I can't. The guilt will always be with me.I just want him to grasp my hand and never leave.I leaned my head against the cold glass wall of the bathroom as the burning hot water poured over me, making me realize that I should burn. I deserve to burn forever.I stayed under the shower, cleaning myself from the sin, and when I burned myself enough, I got up from the floor. Grabbing the washed towel, I wrapped it around my body.Before getting out of the bathroom, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror, and my eyes widened. Ever since Abram claimed me t

Abram~"You might have forgotten Charlotte, Abram but I didn't".I threw flower vase against the wall causing it to shatter into pieces, making the flowers to crumble just like me as her words echoed in my ear. How fucking dare she. Her ambers, those fucking ambers, they scream emotion which I feel so deeply. "Charlotte"My eyes blurred as I whispered the name of the woman who was supposed to be my wife, with whom I was supposed to spend my life time with. But she is dead, buried beneath six feet of soil. She is no more here, her warm smile her sparkly blue eyes, her sweetness nothing is here. I can't feel her, but I feel her. My wife, I feel her in me all the time, she is fire and flesh that engulf me yet never burns me. "You might have forgotten Charlotte, Abram but I didn't".Her words echoed again and again, but I couldn't bring myself to regret touching her. No, I haven't forget Charlotte I can never. But my present has blurred my past, and Charlotte was my past and Meera

Meera~"May I have a dance with you young lady? " I heard the voice that sent chill down my spine my heart thrummed inside my chest rapidly and I couldn't move a single muscle, I was frozen. I felt his dirty old hand stroking my arm, which made me feel as if bugs are crawling on my skin nothing like my husband's touch. Slowly I spun around and came face to face with the face I loath and hate more than anything in this world. He grinned with his yellow teeth "Uncle robert" I whispered his name and saw his eyes darkened "you will dance with me child? " He asked and I couldn't do anything. As if all my powers are snatched, and all the memories of my past rushed back in my mind and I looked around searching for my husband. I need him. My eyes landed on Abram and he was talking to some woman, laughing heartily. My heart broke, why did I even try to go away from him when he isn't even coming to me. My insides burn with jealousy , I want to drag that bitch away from my husband. God, I

Meera~"Just because I am fucking her doesn't mean I will ruin my peaceful sleep at night, right, wife?"My eyes welled up, and I bit my lip hard to keep myself from crying in front of this obnoxious jerk who uttered those words.So, he can fuck me whenever he wants, but he can't ruin his peaceful sleep—yet he can ruin me?"Language, Abram," Mummy gritted out, and I glared at him, wishing I could wipe that smug look off his handsome, infuriating face.I heard a deep sigh and looked at Mummy; she seemed irritated. "You two are married, and now I have to teach you marriage rules," she said in a weary tone.Should I tell her that her grandson kicked me out of his bedroom on the very first night of our wedding? I glanced at him with spite. No—I would never let anyone know the sham of my marriage."I want both of you in the same room starting tomorrow. And I want no excuses. Clear your minds tonight, and tomorrow, Meera, I want you in his room," she declared, and I frowned. She can't just

Abram~I exhaled the smoke in a slow, deliberate breath, watching as it curled and dissipated into the dimly lit room. If only my thoughts could vanish as easily.But they didn't.They wrapped around me, thick and suffocating, just like she did. Meera.I hated her. She had been an unwanted presence in my life, a burden I never asked for, a mistake I should have corrected long ago. But now? Now, she was something else entirely.She was an obsession. A sickness that spread through my veins like poison, intoxicating and maddening all at once.I used to think I was free, that I was above letting someone like her sink her claws into me. Never allowing her to believe she had any real place in my world. Yet here I was, haunted by her every move, tormented by the way she breathed in my space as if she belonged there.I should have been rid of her. I should have cast her aside, let her rot in the insignificance she deserved.But I couldn't.And that was the part that made my blood boil the mos