Novel-novel oleh Vivian Jambright

"You know Mason?" My eyes widened as I froze. His hand twisted tighter in my hair, pinning my head back against the pillow, while his other arm slammed across my chest, trapping my arms at my sides. Panic surged through me, my legs kicking weakly beneath him, but he was too heavy, too strong—my feeble pushes against his shoulders did nothing but make him chuckle darkly. "You think you can just leave?" he growled, his breath hot and sour against my neck. His free hand clawed at the neckline of my shirt, ripping the fabric with a sharp tear that exposed my bra. I gasped, my heart pounding so hard it hurt, tears stinging my eyes as I tried to twist away. "No, Jake, stop—please!" My voice came out as a whimper, barely audible over the roar of my fear. "Shut the fuck up bi—" Just then, a vase fell from the door making him pause to look. I grabbed the opportunity to kick him in his lower legs, hurrying out of the room. “Mia!!!” He yelled, his footsteps rushing behind me. My legs tan

I yawned, walking down the stairs.“Morning, Momma.”Mason smirked, chewing on a piece of dough. He looked dangerously breathtaking, his sleeves rolled up.I rolled my eyes, heading into the dining room.“An attitude this early?” he muttered, his eyes trailing my every step until I sat across from him.“Where were you last night?”He asked it so casually that I choked on the water I was sipping.“It’s none of your business,” I shot back, meeting his dark eyes as I reached for the jar.“That’s no way to speak to your husband, baby girl,” he warned, a smirk playing on his lips.“Husband? Who… you?” I scoffed.I barely reached for my cup before his hand seized mine.“Mason!” I gasped as he pulled me onto his lap.“Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” he asked, his grip tightening around my waist.Just then, a man dressed in black—one of his men—walked in, leaning down to murmur something in Mason’s ear.Mason’s expression shifted, softening for a split second before he dismissed h

I yawned, walking down the stairs.“Morning, Momma.”Mason smirked, chewing on a piece of dough. He looked dangerously breathtaking, his sleeves rolled up.I rolled my eyes, heading into the dining room.“An attitude this early?” he muttered, his eyes trailing my every step until I sat across from him.“Where were you last night?”He asked it so casually that I choked on the water I was sipping.“It’s none of your business,” I shot back, meeting his dark eyes as I reached for the jar.“That’s no way to speak to your husband, baby girl,” he warned, a smirk playing on his lips.“Husband? Who… you?” I scoffed.I barely reached for my cup before his hand seized mine.“Mason!” I gasped as he pulled me onto his lap.“Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” he asked, his grip tightening around my waist.Just then, a man dressed in black—one of his men—walked in, leaning down to murmur something in Mason’s ear.Mason’s expression shifted, softening for a split second before he dismissed h

“Morning, ma’am.”One of Mason’s bodyguards greeted me as I nodded, chewing my bread.My body ached, and my mouth felt sour.All thanks to the so-called monster I call my husband.The atmosphere in the house felt cool—not suffocating like it always was—and somehow, I knew Mason wasn’t around. I hadn’t seen him since yesterday.“Do you know where…” I started, and the guard turned, listening attentively.“Never mind.”I forced a smile, and he nodded before hurrying out.Mason’s POV“Please… I swear I know nothing about it. I swear.”The smoke from my cigar curled through the dim room as his pleas grew louder, more desperate.I stepped in, the faint glow of my cigar the only thing cutting through the darkness.“Benvenuto, capo.”They chorused, bowing their heads.I lit my cigar properly, taking my time as my eyes settled on the man tied to the chair.“Lorenzo…”“Please… spare my life, Boss. I sincerely don’t—”“Spara” I commanded.He screamed in pain as the gun rang out loudly, the bulle

37~ Fucked And Ruined “Morning, baby girl.” His voice brushed softly against my face, pulling me from sleep. My eyelids fluttered open slowly, still heavy, still unsure. “Good morning” he murmured again, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, his eyes already searching mine. For a second, I froze. Wait… was I dreaming? “Er—ouch” I groaned suddenly, a sharp ache shooting through my hips. My legs felt sore, heavy, like I’d run miles in my sleep. “Easy” he said quickly, sliding his hands under my legs and settling them carefully back onto the bed. “Don’t stress yourself, Mia.” He winked, patting my head lightly, the gesture so familiar it almost broke me. As he pulled his hand away, panic surged through me. I reached out instinctively, fingers wrapping tightly around his palm. “Ma… Mason” I whispered, my voice cracking as tears pooled in my eyes. “Hey,” he said softly, immediately pulling me into his arms. “Why are you crying?” God… was he really back? I buried my face into h

36~ That's my Girl I yawned, reaching for the remote and turning on the television. Mason wasn’t home. For the first time that day, the house felt quiet and peaceful. And yet, something gnawed at me. The phone call from that morning replayed in my mind. He’d been tense, his voice sharp and angry, pacing as he spoke in hushed tones. I hadn’t heard the full conversation, but the last words he’d said before hanging up stuck with me. If I have to die, I’ll die. My chest tightened. What had he meant by that? My phone rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen—an unknown number. “Hello?” I answered cautiously. I could hear breathing on the other end. Slow and Intentional. “Who is this?” I asked, my voice firmer now. The line went dead. I stared at the screen, unease creeping up my spine. Shaking it off, I stood and headed to the kitchen to make lunch. Keeping busy helped—at least a little. I hated Mason’s attitude lately. I hated how cold