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He made me sit on the edge of the bathtub while he filled it with water.I closed my eyes, just trying to escape all this. There was silence all around except for the soft sound of running water. Closing my eyes only intensified the chaos, making it impossible to find the peace I so desperately needed and used to get inside me earlier.This is all because of the things I did yesterday.Suddenly I felt a presence beside me, which made me open my eyes and I found Damien giving me a toothbrush.Hesitantly, I took it from him because I needed it. He turned around while brushing his teeth and checked the temperature of the water before adding rose essence, which began to infuse the room with its sweet fragrance.Slowly, I stood up, and the way to the washbasin felt very long and difficult. My legs were wobbling and I could still feel the sting in between my thighs.A loud gasp escaped my lips when I saw my reflection in the mirror. It was definitely not the girl that I knew. I could see th
"Release... Release my brother," I finally managed to utter, my voice quivering.His reaction was immediate and intense. His nose flared, his eyes narrowed at me, his jaw clenched, and his hold on my waist tightened so much that his nails dug sharply into my waist. I wanted to yell and tell him that he was hurting me but I saw no point in it.He was raging in a fire of anger and I was responsible for it. But was it going to stop me from saying what I wanted?No!I hesitated for a moment, gathering my courage once again."I need you to promise, Damien," I continued, my voice carrying the weight of my plea. "Promise that you will release my brother today. It's all I'm asking, and I swear he's inn..."Before I could even complete my words, he pushed me back. His reaction was swift and brutal. A violent push sent me sprawling backward, the edge of the bathtub colliding harshly with my body, and the pain shot through me."You never miss a chance to ruin my mood, do you?" He asked while I w
Since that day, I couldn't step out of the room, even when he left the house. Usually, I prefer staying out of the room when he is not home but that day, my restlessness kept me confined. I was going crazy.The situation I found myself in was overwhelming, pushing me to the brink. I realized I desperately needed help; the weight of it all threatened to drive me to the brink of madness.It's been more than two weeks since he kept the proposal of marriage in front of me and I haven't accepted it yet. My head is busy thinking about its consequences. He hasn't asked for it again because he wants me to accept it on my own without him forcing me to do so.I want my parents to meet Philip because this will not only give them immense happiness but also a ray of hope with which they can live their lives. My mother believes that Philip is still alive and she would be most happy to see him in front of her eyes. I longed to witness that moment, to see my parents' faces light up at the sight of the
With a click, the drawer opened. I didn't waste time pulling it out and was surprised to find out the content inside it.My eyes widened to the point of coming out of their socket because it was the thing that I was least expecting here.The drawer was full of medicine. They are the same tablets that Aunt Greta used to give her, as they were prescribed by the doctors for her depression and health.The drawer was almost full of those tablets, which means she had not taken even a single one in the last four months. She has been storing those medicines in this drawer while her brother thought that she was taking those medicines and they were working on her health, which was never bad.She was doing drama all this time! She was wearing a fake mask of innocence and torment.Everything that my brother told me was true. He is innocent and he was being made a culprit in the eyes of Damien. But that reason is still unknown.An intense surge of anger welled up within me, my fists clenching invo
**Trigger warning: self- Harm**"What's happening here?" The voice of Damien from behind froze us in our places. Daisy's back was facing Damien so he couldn't see her. His eyes, which were red with anger, were shooting deathly glares at me. He was looking so enraged that if looks could kill, I would be dead by now. My eyes flicked to Daisy; she slightly shook her head and her hands, which were resting on her stomach, joined a bit, begging me not to tell anything to Damien. Her whole body was shaking and there were small tears in her eyes. Now she was scared for the truth to come out because she was well aware of her brother's fury. "Please," she mouthed as Damien approached us, his steps heavy with anger."I am asking you something," Damien again asked when his patience became thin. His eyes sharply snapped at me as if I were the culprit here. "What are you doing here?" His shout reverberated in the room, and I remained silent, my mind racing as I tried to find the right words, co
Damien's eyes moved down to the knife that was resting against my wrist and he stopped when he knew that I was serious and I actually was.One step from him and I will cut my nerve.In fact, this is exactly why I came here. The torture is getting too much for me and it is better if I end my life right now. At least I won't have to see my family in pain."Put the knife down, Angel," he pleaded, his voice softer now, tinged with worry.I was a bit shocked to hear his soft voice but I knew that it was just a facade to make me take my steps back so that he could torture me in a crueler and twisted way of his."This isn't the way to handle things."His words were reaching my ear but not my brain. My anger was like a tidal wave crashing over me, drowning out any rational thought. My breaths came in ragged gasps as I held the knife, the blade glinting in the light.When he saw that I had stopped for a few moments and my attention had diverted, he started moving towards me with slow and small
Damien's POV"ANGEL!" A loud shout left my mouth when all of a sudden she collapsed on the ground. I was unable to stand her breakdown; every tear that slipped her eyes was like a dagger in my heart. I hoped to find a way to comfort her, but this was not something I wanted. Bending down, I lifted the upper half of her body onto my arms and gently slapped her face to bring her back into consciousness. "Angel," I called out, shaking her lightly, but she remained unresponsive. My voice was trembling with concern, but she remained unresponsive. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks stained with dry tears, and her hair strands clinging to her face. My fingers brushed the strands aside and continued to shake her, only to receive the same heartbreaking response."Damien" My attention drifted to Daisy who was offering water. Taking the glass from her hand, I sprinkled a few droplets on her face and coaxed her to sip, but the water seemed to spill from her mouth, and s
From my early days, my father had been instructing me in matters that would assist me in leading the gang when I eventually took on the role of Mafia King. I was his only heir and he had many hopes for me, which he didn't want me to break.He has extended his illegal business with sweat and hard work, and now that he has grown old, he wants me to take on his empire, extend it, and rule over all the mafia gangs.This was his dream; that's why he wanted me to be like him—a monster who could kill without any shred of remorse!According to him, I was an emotional fool and in our profession, emotions and sentiments have no room.Our mother was with us till the age of twelve; she never liked what my father was teaching me but she couldn't do anything except tell me the difference between right and wrong at the end of the day.Her teachings stayed with me and no matter how much my father tried to make me a monster, the human inside me didn't die just because of my mother.But in all this, I