I was wrongly accused of killing Alpha Darius's younger sister. To atone, Darius keeps me by his side, treating me like a prostitute and constantly humiliating me. I believed that one day he would discover the truth and see how much I truly love him. But until the day I die, he continues to hate me.
Alpha Darius pinned me beneath him, thrusting into me with the relentless force of a beast claiming everything that was mine.
My nails dug into the sheets as my body trembled, the pain overwhelming. His burning chest pressed against my back, his powerful muscles threatening to crush me at any moment.
"Seraphina, I hate you!" Darius Nightbane's deep, magnetic voice was a growl in my ear, dripping with contempt. Each word was laced with venom. "You're getting more and more boring. More and more... disgusting."
I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting back the agony. But I couldn't stop the overwhelming wave of sorrow and humiliation that rose in my chest. Alpha Darius was torturing me on purpose-he'd never treated me as an equal. I was nothing more than a toy to him, a prey for his amusement.
His movements grew even more brutal, his weight pressing down hard on my neck, almost choking me. "Seraphina, don't be like a dead corpse. It sickens me!" he spat. "Do you hear me?"
His fingers tightened around my throat, gradually increasing the pressure as if he intended to strangle me.
"P-pain..." I couldn't hold back any longer, a groan escaping my throat.
Darius seemed satisfied, releasing his grip on my neck, but his actions remained harsh, relentless.
Just as I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness, the phone on the bedside table rang.
Darius paused, his iron-clad body still crushing mine, before answering the call.
"Isolde, what's wrong?" His voice, soft and affectionate now, was a stark contrast to the cruelty from moments before. There was tenderness there, almost intoxicating.
I slowly opened my eyes, the sharp pang in my chest tightening as I gripped the sheets.
"Don't worry, I'll be right there. Okay, I'll hurry..." he murmured before hanging up.
He pressed his body against mine again, his fingers leaving sharp, stinging marks on my skin. Everything ended quickly.
"Isolde's power went out. She's scared. I need to take care of her. Now, hurry up and please me!"
Isolde Shadowmere needed him, so he demanded I degrade myself for his satisfaction. Just so he could finish quickly and rush to her side.
How ridiculous.
"Darius, if you're in such a hurry to see Isolde, why don't you just leave?" I mocked, though my heart tightened painfully.
In his eyes, I was trash-an object to be discarded-while Isolde was a goddess, his future, the supreme Luna.
"Seraphina, you're nothing but a whore. What right do you have to tell me what to do?" Darius flipped me onto my back, his hands tight around my neck. His silver eyes bored into mine, burning with vicious intensity. "I paid for you. You're here to please me. That's what whores are for, isn't it? You filthy, worthless wolf who can't even shift."
The insult stung, and I squeezed my eyes shut in pain.
Yes, I took his money. And now, this was my punishment.
After a few agonizing seconds, I slowly opened my tear-filled eyes, my voice bitter. "Let's end this, Darius. I don't want to do this anymore. Aren't you planning to marry Isolde? Fine. I'll leave, and you can spend your life with her."
Alpha Darius remained silent for a long time, his piercing gaze fixed on me, his eyes burning with cold, brutal hunger.
"End this?" His fingers brushed my delicate neck before tightening again, ruthlessly. "Fucking bitch, what right do you have to talk about ending this? You don't just owe me money-you owe me your life."
His eyes blazed red with fury.
"My sister has been missing ever since you ruined her life, her fate unknown. And now you say you want to leave? What the hell makes you think you can just walk away? Fucking bitch, Seraphina, you'll spend your entire life paying for this!"
"That car accident... I didn't do it, I swear..."
"Shut up!" Darius snarled, squeezing my neck tighter. My face turned red, the air slowly leaving my lungs as I couldn't make a sound. "I saw it with my own eyes. You were the one who crashed into my sister's car, sending her to the bottom of the sea... I saw it, and you still want to lie to me? How fucking shameless are you?"
Saw it with his own eyes?
I widened my eyes in disbelief. I never drove that car. Where did his so-called 'witnessing' come from?
"Seraphina, I'm telling you now-I'm going to torture you for the rest of your life. You'll never escape the remorse. Never escape the guilt! This is what you deserve. This is what you owe me!"
I've been married to CEO Jasper for two years, and for those two years, he's been cheating. Night after night, he brought home a new mistress, and still had the audacity to call me disgusting. Fine, if I disgust you, then let's get a divorce! I threw the signed divorce papers in his face. But instead of letting go, he clung to me like a stubborn piece of taffy. No matter where I went, he followed. I had enough. "Hi, boss, what exactly do you want from me?" His sincere reply: "Please, give me the chance to earn back your love."
They had been together for two years, and he had been cheating for just as long. She loved him deeply, so she put up with it time and time again. But his behavior grew more unbearable with each passing day-bringing his mistress home to spend the night, treating her like she was nothing more than an eyesore, a nuisance. Fine. If she was truly that disgusting to him, then it was time to end this chapter between them. She threw a contract in his face, but instead of walking away, he clung to her like sticky syrup. Wherever she went, he followed. Finally, fed up, she turned to him and asked, "What do you want from me?" With intense affection in his eyes, he replied, "I want you to mark me."
I had chased after Ethan Quinn for five years, and he finally agreed to marry me. Two months before the wedding, I was in a terrible car accident. I tried calling him three times, but each time he hung up on me. Why? Because one of his childhood friends had suggested he pull away for a while, thinking it would make me less clingy. When I finally crawled out of the wreckage, I was covered in bruises, my right arm completely shattered. It was then that I truly understood-some things just can't be forced. But he... he started waiting outside my door every day, his eyes red, asking me to give him five years in return.
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"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!
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Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
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