Till Death Do Us Part
“No! Please, Santiago--” I whimpered, as his hand seized my wrist with an iron grip, yanking me forward, dragging me effortlessly toward the chair he had pulled into the center of the room the night before. The symbol of my humiliation.
He stopped right in front of the chair, spinning me around, facing him.
"You want me to be your monster, mi ángel?"
His hand grabbed my throat, tilting my chin up until my eyes locked with his dark gaze.
I flinched from the sudden movement.
"Cause I’ll be your favorite monster — just say the word, cariño."
Santiago’s face hovered only inches from mine. His lips so close, I could taste the sweetness of his breath — once making butterflies take flight in my stomach, now curdling my insides into a cold, suffocating fear.
Slowly, his free hand rose toward my face. I held my breath. His touch was deceptively soft and gentle, caressing my cheek. His thumb lingered against my lips, tracing them slowly, his eyes fixed there as he spoke — his voice soft, yet heavy with menace.
"Divorce is not an option, mi amor. We took a vow five years ago. Remember?"
He finally lifted his gaze to meet mine, catching every flicker of fear before he delivered his last words like a verdict:
"Till death do us part."
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Chapter: 18: Clever little lambThe words made me shiver; my breath caught in my throat. Before I could retreat, his hand slid dangerously low across my back, pulling me forward. I stumbled, gasping at the sudden touch, catching myself against his chest. The corner of his mouth curved, satisfaction radiating from him. “Marek… please…” My voice cracked. “Please?” He tilted his head, pretending to consider. His bandaged hand lifted, brushing my jaw with surprising gentleness – before his grip hardened, forcing my chin upward, exposing my throat. His lips hovered dangerously close, his breath a mix of smoke and fire. “Please – what? Please stop? Or please don’t?” I froze. My body trembled with the truth I couldn’t voice. I couldn’t even say it to myself. Shame flooded me. He chuckled low, dark. “That’s what I thought.” With a sudden movement, Marek sat down, leaning against the couch, one arm sprawled lazily along the backrest, the other tapping his bandaged fingers against his knee. His eyes glittered, cold and pl
Last Updated: 2025-09-23
Chapter: 17: I told you to stayMarek patted his thigh again, taunting, baiting. His eyes glinted, sharp and knowing.“I’m fine here,” I said quickly, my voice small. I clutched the hem of his oversized shirt like a shield.His smile was venomous. “That wasn’t a request.”I shook my head, refusing.“Well,” he said, his eyes sharpening, “maybe we should drop pizza and go see Wiktor instead?”My breath caught. He noticed - he always did. A slow smirk curling his lips.Wiktor. The man who’d do anything to hurt Santiago. Even hurt me. Especially hurt me.Terrified, I swallowed hard before forcing my legs to move, carrying me forward one step at a time.Right in front of him, I hesitated - a second too long. He leaned forward, catching my wrist with his bandaged hand, tugging me closer with ease. I stumbled and lost my balance, landing sideways across his lap. A gasp tore from my lips as his other arm locked around my waist, anchoring me in place.“Better,” he murmured, hot breath against my hair. His bandaged hand slid
Last Updated: 2025-09-19
Chapter: 16: It's better than lingerieTension burned between us, his warning still hanging in the air. I held my breath.But instead of lunging, instead of making good on his words, Marek leaned back and reached for his phone. His thumb flicked lazily across the screen, like nothing had happened.“Pizza. Pepperoni. Extra cheese. And one with ham and mushrooms.” His Polish accent roughened the words as he spoke quickly into the phone, then hung up without asking me what I wanted. He looked at me, smirking. “You’ll eat what I eat. Simpler that way.”I sat stiff on the couch, arms wrapped around myself, pulse refusing to calm. “You’re insane.”“Probably,” he agreed easily, like it didn’t bother him at all. His ice-blue eyes lingered on me, then sharpened – not with hunger, but with something more like curiosity. “But better insane with pizza than sane with Wiktor – or Santiago, no?”I flinched at Santiago’s name. Marek noticed. His mouth twisted into something like a smirk, but there was no victory in it. Only bitterness.Th
Last Updated: 2025-09-17
Chapter: 15: I wasn't done lookingI hesitated, my legs refusing to move. I wanted to beg, to plead with him to let me go. But before I could make a sound, Marek shoved me into the car. The leather seats were worn and cracked, smelling faintly of smoke and something metallic. He slid in after me, his arm heavy across the backrest, caging me in. The young man in the driver’s seat glanced at me in the rearview mirror, his lips tightening. “Kurwa, Marek,” he muttered in Polish, shaking his head. “You said you just needed to see someone.” Marek grinned, his scar pulling tight. “I am, Patryk,” he turned his head, looking me straight in the eyes, his ice blue stare pinning me in place, making me shiver. “I am looking at her right now.” Patryk’s jaw clenched. “Why did you bring her here?” he pressed, his voice carrying urgency, nerves just beneath the surface. “Well,” Marek murmured, calm as ever, his gaze still locked on mine. “I decided I wasn’t done looking.” “Idiota,” Patryk muttered under his breath, shaking his head
Last Updated: 2025-09-16
Chapter: 14: Where is your lion now?Marek dragged me out of the room and into the empty corridor. His grip was a shackle, unyielding. My pulse thundered as he led me farther away, not a soul in sight to save me. His stride was unhurried, casual - like he belonged here, like I was simply his date he was escorting out. But his hand on my arm was iron, fingers biting through the thin fabric of my uniform. “Walk,” he murmured, low and deadly, his voice meant for me alone. “Or I’ll make it look less polite.” My throat tightened. My legs obeyed, carrying me forward though I trembled with every step. “Good girl,” he chuckled. As we moved down the corridor, every step echoed in my ears. My mind was racing. Maybe I could scream – maybe someone would hear? But all the rooms were empty, the drunk man fled, Victoria was on the floor above us, there was no one –“Valerie?” A voice I hated almost as much as Marek’s. Marek turned, pulling me with him. Derek stood behind us, clipboard in hand, mouth twisted in his usual sour lin
Last Updated: 2025-09-15
Chapter: 13: It isn't redMy pulse thundered as I rushed down the staff corridor toward Victoria. Adrenaline throbbed behind my eyes, my mind racing.One moment he was there, the next he was gone. But I saw him. I was sure of it. I would recognize him anywhere.Marek.The morning light had caught his scar like an ominous warning, emphasizing that cold, ice-blue stare.He had been right outside the hotel. Watching. Waiting.Or… was my mind playing tricks on me? Maybe I was more traumatized by my last encounter with him than I wanted to admit — maybe I was seeing him everywhere.An unnerving prickle crawled across my skin. What if he was already inside the hotel? I glanced back looking over my shoulder. What if he –I stumbled into something. No, someone. I was so busy looking for Marek that I paid no attention to where I was walking.“Hey!” Victoria’s melodic voice snapped me back.“Oh God – sorry!” I exhaled, clutching my chest.She arched a brow, smirking. “What’s gotten into you? You look like you’ve seen De
Last Updated: 2025-09-12
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