LOGIN“If possible, I’d live at school, far away from you, so you wouldn’t have to suffocate under the burden of my existence. Then I’d come home every summer for one reason only—to remind you that I’m still alive,” she continued, folding her arms tightly across her chest.The pain in her voice cut deeper than I expected.“I have spoken to him about it, baby. You know how difficult your father can be, especially when it comes to you. Just give me a little more time—”“Especially when it comes to me,” she interrupted with another hollow chuckle. “That makes me wonder even more who you actually prefer between us.”“I have no preference,” I said firmly, reaching out toward her. “I love you both so much. You’re my firstborn, my strong, beautiful Zam who has been through so much with us. Yulia is still little and needs extra guidance, but that doesn’t mean I love her more. You will always have a special place in my heart.”“The other day you were clipping my nails, and the second Yulia cried out
Amber.I moved between the stove and the huge wooden counter in the middle of the kitchen, carefully setting down a large platter of grilled chicken and roasted vegetables. The familiar weight on my shoulders felt heavier than usual today, but I told myself it was happiness. What more could I possibly ask for? I had a husband who would die for me—or drag us both into death together if it came to that. Monsters thought that way, didn’t they? After twelve years with Zeden, I still wasn’t sure what to call the man I lived with. A monster? A beast? Or simply human in the most broken, possessive way? Whatever he was, he had given me everything. And somehow, I had loved every twisted piece of it.“Amber, let me take that to the dining room,” one of the maids offered from behind me, her voice gentle.I shook my head, refusing to let go of the platter. “No, thank you. I want to do it myself.” They all knew I wasn’t naturally gifted in the kitchen. God, every person in this house knew
Amber. My eyes fluttered open slowly, but the harsh glare of sunlight mixed with bright white hospital lights made it impossible to keep them fully open at first. For several long seconds, everything felt disorienting. I wasn’t sure where I was. At first I thought I must be dead. I was supposed to be. Was this what heaven looked like? I had never really believed in life after death, but the sterile smell that hit my nose and the quiet voices around me quickly pulled me back to reality. There was a heavy pressure on my wrist, a dull, throbbing reminder. Was this the pain from where Zeden had slit my wrist? But if I was truly gone, would I still feel something like this? My hazy thoughts shattered when a calm female voice broke through. “You’re awake.” I tried to move my hands, my legs, even to speak, but nothing responded the way my brain commanded. Where was I? Zeden? The questions burned in my mind, but my throat felt like it was on fire every
Amber.His hand tightened around my neck, my own hands flying up to claw at his iron grip. It was useless—he was far stronger. My eyes widened in panic as he squeezed harder, cutting off my air. My legs kicked wildly against the floor, desperate for any escape.“Let me go… you’re going to kill me,” I choked out, the words barely scraping past my crushed throat.“Well, it would be faster if I did,” he said, his dead eyes darkening further. He tilted his head slightly, as if straining to catch every broken sound I made. “But you know I hate anything quick.”“Ple…ase…” I begged, my voice a ragged whisper.“Weren’t you going to leave me? What better way to make it quick, huh? Let’s just go together. After your death, I’d make sure to join you soon—I swear I won’t waste any time. What’s life without you anyway?” A cruel, evil smile twisted his lips.Both my hands still clutched at his wrist, trying to pry his fingers loose. For a fleeting second, every memory of the people Zeden had k
Amber.My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath. I knew Zeden would never let me go so easily.“Zeden…” I called out, my voice small and shaky.He raised a brow as I took three hesitant steps toward him. He remained completely still, calm in a way that terrified me more than any shout could. Despite my hammering heart and trembling legs, I held Yulia tight against me.“What’s happening, Zeden? They won’t let me leave.” I gestured toward the guards with my free hand. “And the door—the door is locked. It wouldn’t open when I tried.”He answered with a single nod, but not to me. It was directed at the nearest guard. Confusion washed over me as the man approached, his steps heavy with reluctance, as if disobeying might cost him his life.He reached out to take Yulia from my arms.“What are you doing? Get your hands off me! Let go of my child!” I shouted, panic rising fast. “Zeden, tell him to stop! Please, he’s trying to take Yulia away from me!”The guard was too strong. “
Amber.My hands moved quickly through the closet, grabbing clothes and shoving them into the bag. Tears kept falling no matter how hard I tried to stop them. The moment I left Zeden in that shattered room, I had laid Yulia gently on the bed and rushed straight here.Everything I was doing was for the best. Everything. I repeated it like a prayer as I folded shirts and pants into the suitcase. This was for Yulia. She needed to be safe. She didn’t deserve to grow up hated or caught in the middle of Zeden’s dangerous world. I had lived it. It only brought pain, fear, and endless sadness. Zeden should be glad. I was doing us both a favor by walking away before it destroyed what little was left of us.My heart ached with every item I packed. My hands trembled so badly I could barely zip the bag. Tears soaked the front of my blouse, leaving dark wet patches across my chest. Still, I kept going, moving to Yulia’s things next—tiny onesies, soft blankets, her favorite rattle. Each piece fe
Amber.I felt like a shameless filthy girl.A cock-starved bitch in perpetual heat.My pussy throbbed so hard it hurt.Dripping steadily down my inner thighs like I’d been edged for days instead of minutes.Every nerve screamed for dick, thick, brutal, punishing dick, and the fact that I was alr
Amber.It was harder getting used to this version of Zeden than I ever expected.I’d spent so long convincing myself he was a psychopath.A monster who fed on pain the way normal men fed on air.He broke women down methodically, taught them submission through bruises and commands, manipulated the
Amber.His free hand cracked down on my ass, sharp, stinging.I screamed, my pussy clamping down so hard he groaned.“Again,” I begged. “Please, mark me.”He spanked me harder, left cheek, right cheek, over and over until my skin burned bright red.Each slap drove me higher, made me wetter, made
Amber.A few minutes passed while Zeden stood by the door.His arms are crossed, eyes locked on me with that quiet, burning patience that always made my skin prickle.He didn’t rush me.He just waited, watching every movement as I pulled on the new clothes we’d barely had time to pay for.A black sh







