LOGINHi everyone! This story will now be written in English.
Nina finds herself forever trapped in a nightmarish reality. Helpless and disoriented, she struggles to comprehend what Hades truly wants from her. Is it her innocence? Her body? Her mind? He has already taken all of those, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. Yet, her heart and soul remain untouched, and she clings to the hope that these vital parts of her being are beyond his reach, despite the overwhelming presence of such a monster.Hades embodies the epitome of evil, his very essence suffocating her spirit. Each day feels like an eternity, and she has never experienced such profound exhaustion in her life. After almost 1 week with him, the weight of his actions hangs heavily on her, a burden that she struggles to fully process. The psychological torment is relentless, and she often wonders how much longer she can endure.Deep down, however, a flicker of defiance ignites within her. Nina longs not just for escape, but for the reclamation of her identity and spirit. She kno
The silence was suffocating.Nina stood frozen in the garden, the scent of soil and jasmine clinging to her trembling hands. Hades’ gaze pinned her where she stood, sharp and cold from the balcony above. The shadows from the mansion’s pillars stretched long across the courtyard, swallowing her like a warning.He didn’t move at first. Just stared, expression unreadable, until the quiet turned unbearable.Then he stepped down from the balcony. Slow. Controlled. Each movement deliberate — the stride of a man who never rushed, because the world bent to his pace.Nina’s heart pounded as he approached. She dropped her gaze, fingers twisting the hem of her dirt-stained dress.“What do you think you’re doing, little dove?” His voice was smooth but lethal, every word dipped in quiet menace.“I…” Her throat burned. “I was just planting. The garden looked—”“Ugly?” he interrupted, head tilting slightly. “Unworthy of your touch?”She shook her head quickly. “No. I just wanted to make it better.”
Nina’s Point of ViewThe air in the room was heavy—too heavy for dawn.Nina’s body ached, every muscle sore from the night before. Her skin felt cold despite the blanket still clinging to her shoulders. When she looked up, Hades stood by the window, staring out into the pale light bleeding through the glass. He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.Every part of the room screamed his—the order, the silence, the power.She hesitated before standing, careful not to make noise. But his eyes still caught her, sharp and deliberate, as if they could cut through her thoughts.Her throat was dry when she finally managed to speak. “Can I… have something to wear?” Her voice was soft, almost trembling.Hades turned slightly, his gaze sliding toward her. For a heartbeat, she thought he’d ignore her. Then, in that cold, deep tone that made her chest tighten, he said, “Closet. Pick something. Whatever fits.”It wasn’t kindness. It was command disguised as permission.Still, it was someth
Hades POVThe night was still. The mansion was quiet, but his mind wasn’t. Only the ticking of the clock dared to break the silence.Hades stood before the tall glass windows of his office, cigarette balanced between his fingers, watching the smoke curl into the air like ghosts. Below, the estate was quiet—guards in their posts, dogs pacing the perimeter, every inch of land under his control.Control. That was the only thing that mattered.He had built his life on it, and anyone who challenged it ceased to exist.Xerxis. The rival. The enemy who thought he could touch what belonged to the Hidalgo family.Hades smirked faintly. Not for long.He thought of the girl locked in his mansion.Nina Sinclair.A pretty name for something that wasn’t supposed to matter. But she did now—not because of what she was, but because of what she represented.A weakness. A door.A way to dismantle Xerxis’s empire from the inside.She wasn’t a woman to him. She was a message written in flesh and fear.He
3rd POVNina woke up with a groan. The clock on the nightstand read 4:03 AM. She moved quietly to the bathroom. Trying to prevent Hades from waking up.Her body ached from the night before—sore, tender, and unfamiliar. In the bathroom, under the cold, sterile light, she lifted the hem of the oversized shirt with trembling fingers. Her breath caught.There it was—just beneath her left breast—dark ink etched into her skin, H. A symbol she didn't recognize. A mark she hadn't asked for. The sight of it made her chest tighten, and before she could stop it, a single tear slipped down her cheek. Silent. Unnoticed. She knew something inside her had changed—and there was no going back.Her stomach growled. Ilang araw na ba siyang walang kain? Hindi na niya maalala. Binibigyan naman siya ng mga gwardya ng pagkain pero wala siyang gana. Iyak lang siya ng iyak at nag mamaka-awa na pakawalan siya.She stepped out quietly, her bare feet brushing over the cold, polished marble floor. The mansion aro
Author's note: I'm so sorry for the errors! Hope you all like this story.Three days.Three days of darkness, of hunger, of pain.Three days of Hades breaking her down piece by piece.Nina's arms hung limp in the chains, her legs barely able to hold her weight. Her lips were dry, cracked. Her once fierce eyes now flickered only with fear and exhaustion.The metal was cold against her skin, unyielding, and the silence that followed was heavier than the restraints. A new day, meaning a new set of torture she's going to endure and day by day its getting worse and worse.He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. The gesture should've been tender, but there was nothing kind in his touch—only ruthlessness.She flinched.She couldn't stop herself anymore.She was scared of him.Scared of the things he might do next.Scared of what he had already become.Begging is the only thing she can do. Her lines were mostly the same. For him to stop hurting her."Tama na, please," her voi







