Heartbreak,love, emotional trauma
Sophia rolls continuously on the family size mattress, touching every part of it smuggling close to feel the warmth of her dear husband but got disappointed to realize that she has spent another cold and rainy night alone. Lifting her body tirelessly from the bed into the bathroom to freshen up.
Taking a close look at the mirror beside her gave her a satisfactory smile when she gets to noticed her flawless and soft skin went along with the golden handless flowing sequence gown but that smile went to the ocean when it occurs to her that she's still a virgin despite been married for 2years.
A sign of frustration left her but waved it off when she realized it's time for breakfast.
"Good morning my lady". Was all she has been nodding to since she stepped foot in the dinning room from the maids.
"Charles, where is your boss?". Sophia asked a bodyguard that entered.
"He's on his way in". Charles bowed and excused them when Alexander came in.
"It's obvious you spent yet another night with one of your who*es". Sophia mocked.
"It's pleases me to know that you don't appeal to me and those who*es of mine keep me satisfied". Alexander Puff her smoke from his cigarette.
"Why are you doing this to me? Why did you get married to me when you don't love me". Sophia asked in tears.
"It's obvious your gold digger of a father couldn't resist the offer of selling you off to a total stranger to have money for his womanizing lifestyle. Alexander chuckled.
"Don't insult my father". Sophia warned.
"Or what? The next thing you talk back at me consider yourself dead". Alexander chocked her and pushed her roughly.
"I still love you Alex". She closed her eyes and passed out.
"I hate you with passion, clear this mess". Alex hissed loudly and spat on her unconscious body.
"Get out of here am done with you". Bryan yelled at a young beautiful lady beside him.
"But you said you loved me". Sharon cried.
"I can never love you,I only wanted you for a fling and now that am done get lost". He ordered.
"You will hear from me that I promise you". Sharon screamed and ran away.
With laughter, Bryan slumped on the bed.
"Don't tell me this is the 21st girl that just left your room for today". Mrs Gina asked as she barged into his room.
"Mom I have warned you seriously to always knock before coming to my room". Bryan replied annoyingly.
"Keep quiet! This is my house and only I determine who goes in and out". Mrs Gina growled.
"It's my father's house and as his only son I give the rules around here". Bryan replied.
"You lie Bryan,am the only one who is the leader here and if you want to get that respect you better start behaving well rubbish". Mrs Gina hissed and banged the door on her way out.
Sophia sits on the cushion yawning loudly while watching a cooking program with her legs crossed waiting for the program to end before sleeping. The banging of the door brought a disrupted end to her program, opening it she came face to face with a teenage girl and Gerald.
"Good evening my lady". Gerald vowed respectfully.
"Evening Gerald and who is this". Sophia asked in confusion.
"Am sorry my lady but the boss asked you to leave his Chambers for tonight and go sleep in the visitor room in order for her to be comfortable". Gerald whispered fearfully.
"What! You are joking right". She asked with tears dripping from her eyes.
"Am sorry but that's order". Gerald replied.
"Am not leaving! Go tell him that this is my matrimonial home and only I choose the right to leave when I want to and not the other way round especially when vulture invades my privacy". Sophia hissed and walked upstairs.
"You're pathetic!" Brenden sneered, each word cutting deep into Corinna's heart. Years of emotional wounds had drained every ounce of love she once held. "I've wasted enough time on you. If there's a next life, I hope we never meet again." Her words severed the bond between them like a blade. From that moment on, Brenden was haunted by her absence—unable to sleep, longing for the warmth he took for granted.
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
⚠️ WARNING!⚠️ This book contains mature contents,vulgar words,violence,toxicity, and age gap differences, which may be triggering to some readers. ---- He added a second finger into her pussy and she let out a muffled moan."You sure you don't want this?Your pretty little pussy seem to be betraying your words", She gripped the edge of the counter and shut her eyes tight,managing through gritted teeth."I hate you,murderer", His jaw hardened and he stopped his movements with his fingers inside her."Say it again", She wanted his fingers to move in her so badly,as pathetic as it may sound.She gritted her teeth again and let out."I said I hate you,murderer!I wish you would just die and-ahh!",She yelped the minute his fingers left her panties and grabbed her to bend her over his knees as he sat on the tall stool there."What are-ahh!",She yelped when his palm made a harsh contact with her bare ass. "Count!",He growled.
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."