"I don't merely experience anger, Hiya. My feelings towards you go beyond that – it's a perpetual hatred. While anger may subside in a moment, this kind of hatred lingers for a lifetime. No matter how much one desires, such hatred cannot be eradicated. I harbor an enduring resentment towards you, Hiya!" The intensity of his words conveyed the depth of his emotions and the complexity of the situation. "You women are truly greedy. And you, Hiya, turned out to be just like that. Did you marry me for anything other than money?" Ahil's eyes became slightly moist as he spoke, but he couldn't contain his silence today. It felt like he was unleashing years of pent-up frustration on one woman. Pausing briefly, he began to roar again, "What do you think of yourself, Hiya? Will you go anywhere without telling, considering yourself the mistress of this house?" Then, after a momentary pause, he yelled, "But don't forget that your place in this house is worse than that of the servants. You are my slave and will always remain so. Because you created this place for yourself... never consider yourself the mistress of this house. And yes, you have no right to question me. Stick to the job you were brought here for and don't try to go beyond that. Otherwise, I will kill you...!"
Delhi (India)
A pin drop silence was there in the air, under the broad day light of around 2 o'clock, and the entire house was in complete disarray. As if a heavy blow of wind came and destroyed everything, leaving gloominess and mess.
Glass shards were scattered all over the floor. It seemed like the house had not been cleaned for quite a few days. Clothes were lying here and there, and in some places, there were several pieces of broken glass bangles. On one side, a bloodstained bed looked desolate.
Her entire body was writhing in pain. She had so little strength left that she couldn't even stand on her own. Before her, the same scene replayed over and over again-the moment when that person, in a state of intoxication, brutally beat her, and even worse, forced himself upon her. She pondered, "Does a husband really harm his wife so brutally? Does a husband forcefully violate her without her consent? Does a husband imprison his own wife like a prisoner?"
But this all was happening with her.
Her own husband raped her last night, even though he was the person... the person she liked, the person of her choice, the person she loved. Despite that, today she started fearing him and developed hatred towards him.
Recalling the incident from the previous night, she closed her eyes in pain, lying on the ground. Numerous tears rolled down her swollen cheeks.
Due to crying, her entire face turned red. Even in such a miserable state, she appeared like a beautiful artwork. Deep black eyes with long lashes, snow-white skin adorned with several scars, long hair that hadn't been combed for who knows how many days, causing them to tangle with each other.
In the name of clothing, there was only a nightgown that came in violet color down to its knees, with strings to tie over her shoulders which was also open, leaving her body exposed.
She didn't had that in her to cover her exposed self. And even cover it from whom or for whom? When the guardian of this body, who should protect her, was a wolf in the form of a human.
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Last Night
"N-Ut..Utkarsh I'm on my periods please... please don't do it today", she plea with a crying tone.
"Did I asked for your opinion?", he roared at her. And flinching, she shivers in terror while her eyes get shut closed and hands cup her ears.
"No... no... but I'm getting stomach ache."
"So, what do you want? Should I bring you chocolates like the guys or take you out for an outing... or maybe bring your pads, huh?", he grits and lands a harsh slap over her face.
With whose intensity, she fell abruptly from the bed, causing the black glass bangles on her hand to shatter, scattering in pieces on the floor, and some piercing into her hand.
She screams in pain badly when he walks closer to her, grips hand which was wounded by broken bangles and twists roughly, then growls, "Now, say nah Bitch.. don't you have tongue?"
"M-my.. my hand is hurting, Utkarsh leave... I said leave it!", she deadpans, writhing in pain.
"What did you say? Leave... now wait, I'll show you!", he hisses in annoyance.
He throws her over the bed, pushing her hard and removes every inch of cloth from her body venting his anger and lustful desire needs. For a long time she kept on screaming but he got deaf ears to them.
The whole bed sheet was bathed in the pool of blood. But he doesn't stop until he takes her 2-3 times more, satisfying himself to the fullest, and goes to sleep. While she sobs vigorously, turning into a ball. The pain is getting worse after that torment and now crying. Helplessly, lying over there, she was holding onto her stomach once and then head as the pain took over her body, but no one was there to hear her screams.
Recalling all this, she screamed in a distressing manner.
She cried loudly, sobbing uncontrollably.
After crying to her heart's content for a while, she mustered courage to stand up. She attempted to get up, driven by the fact that she hadn't eaten or had a sip of water in since a day. In the restlessness of thirst, she struggled to rise from the bed, but in the next moment, she stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Ah...!" she screamed again, this time with the intensity of pain. On the ground, there were pieces of glass that once again pierced into her hands. Her entire hand was now covered in blood. Once again, she started sobbing uncontrollably.
While crying, she could only think of her mom and dad. She remembered how they had strongly advised her, "Hiya, dear... Utkarsh is not a good choice for you." From a distance, their words of counsel echoed in her mind.
"Mama, you were right... Utkarsh is not a good choice for me... he is bad... Actually, he is dirty... very dirty, Momma... he dirtied me too... very dirty, Momma... very dirty!"
She cried out so loudly that she began to fear even looking at herself. She wasn't like this before; she was like a beautiful flower in a garden, and Utkarsh, the named devil, had crushed her petals.
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Ahil Raizada was the only brother among three sisters and was everyone's favourite. Despite being the youngest among his sisters, his status was just like that of the elders. It seemed as if his three sisters were younger than him, and their brother was older.
He had beautiful eyes with a good height, adorned with a nifty eye-map. Dark brown hair, hazel brown eyes, a slight shaving on the face... and he was the first choice of thousands of girls – Ahil Raizada.
All the girls in his office admired him, but they knew that he would never be there, it would only be a dream. Truly, he is just a prince charming of dreams.
Today, the entire Raizada mansion was glittering due to Ahil's birthday. His three married sisters were present, but no one seemed to know whose birthday it was. His elder sister Sneha called him.
After ringing a couple of times, Ahil, the birthday boy, finally picked up the call and calmly said, "Yeah, Di! What happened?"
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
My boyfriend called, "Baby!" as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to pull his pants off the ground. "Please, I can explain my love." Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply and tried not to cry when I realized that my dream of the man not being my boyfriend had been dashed. "What?" I asked, "What do you want to explain?" How did you lie about having a business meeting while you were in bed enjoying yourself with my best friend, even though I told you I was in serious pain, is that it?" I stood there, my heart pounding, and tears streaming down my face...
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."