تسجيل الدخولNever would I let him hurt me again.I wiped the tears from my cheeks with trembling fingers. I was exhausted—tired of being trapped in this endless cycle, tired of convincing myself that things could somehow change.They wouldn’t.He wouldn’t.Adrian.Even thinking his name stung.Everything about him burned inside me—the hatred in his eyes whenever he looked at me, the cruel sharpness in his voice, the icy distance that seemed rooted deep within his soul.At the beginning, I had hoped.There were moments—rare, fragile moments—when he seemed different. When the walls around him cracked just enough for me to believe there might be something more beneath the darkness.But I had been wrong.This version of him was worse.Unpredictable.Dangerous.For a split second back there, I had truly thought he might do it—might end everything for good.My chest tightened at the memory.I stepped out of the room quickly, desperate for air, only to freeze when I saw Laura leaning against the wall.S
Zey *The car halted beside the mansion, tires scraping against the gravel, and he stepped out, still fuming.The distrust in his eyes cut deeper than his anger ever could.“Go in,” he said flatly.“I want to help, I—”The fire in his eyes silenced me instantly.“You’ve done more than enough.”“If anything happens to her—”“Then what?”He stopped mid-step. Slowly, he turned back to me. His eyes widened as I met his gaze, daring him, condemning us both.“Then what?” I repeated.“Do you go back to the past? To punishing me all over again?”“I won’t hesitate to,” he replied without emotion. “Just so you know.”The words landed like a slap. I tried to ignore the ache spreading through my chest, but it was impossible not to feel it. Impossible not to care.“Why are you doing this to me, Adrian?”“We’ve gone past this point.”“I don’t know what I’ve ever done to deserve this,” my voice trembled, “but I want you to understand me. To trust me. We’re married and—”“None of this is going to wo
I remembered what happened the first time I trusted Laura.staring at the food, I didn't want to make the same mistake"I'm not eating, thank you." she scoffed"heard you were kidnapped. I'm doing you good."I shook my head. " I'm not interestedI shut the door in her face and few minutes later, I received a message from Adrian asking me to go with h" you see. " I could hear her from behind the doI closed my eyes, hating every thing, my own fucked up lifsomehow, I knew that this wouldn't end wellshe'd convinced Adrian and as I skimmed through the drawers for something to wear, I knew she'd planned somethingI stepped out, she was still standing by the doher eyes lit up. " shall we "where are you going tshe sneered. " don't askI swallowe..I sat at the back, the overwhelming loud music taking me out as Laura drove speedily to God knows wheI was tempted to try call my family, to find a way, but I knew what would happen if Adrian found out. I pushed the thoughts back to my he
*Zey*The lightness in my chest felt unbearably heavy as we arrived at the mansion. The tension in the car clung to my skin, thick and suffocating. When it came to a stop, I stepped out, barely feeling the ground beneath me.Adrian followed, silent and unreadable.In the living room, both Laura and her stepmother stared, their eyes dripping with disdain. I didn’t spare them a glance. I couldn’t.It was all too much. Everything—everyone. I turned and walked toward my room, needing space, needing silence. But the moment I crossed the threshold, Adrian yanked me back to face him.His grip was firm, eyes stormy and dark.“What the hell was that?” he demanded.His voice was calm, too calm—like the calm right before lightning strikes.“I’m tired, Adrian,” I said quietly.He grabbed my arm. My back slammed into the wall.He was inches from me now, his breath harsh, uneven. His eyes searched mine like he was trying to find something—anything—that would make this make sense.“This,” he grow
ADRIANHe jerked at the chains. His eyes locked on mine, venomous. "You don’t deserve her."The man beside him snarled. "You’re a fucking monster."I laughed, slow and unbothered. I leaned forward, my voice like ice. "Too bad.""She’s mine now. And she will be… for a very long time."---"You’ll pay for this, bastard," kamin growled."For every tear you made her shed."I stepped closer, watching their faces twist."You want to know what’ll break her most?" A pause. A breath. "Locking up the both of you."They tensed. Rage flickered in Vance’s eyes. And I smiled."I’ll do it without hesitation."The silence that followed was delicious. Satisfying. Their shock, their fury… it tasted like revenge."She’ll hate you," Vance spat. "You’ll regret this.""I’m counting on it," I said, calm. Then turned to the guards. "Lock them up."***Minutes later, I stepped into the mansion. Quiet. Too quiet.No sign of Zey.Something in my chest tightened.I moved quickly—through the hall
Zey.*I stepped away, heart heavy, since when did I consider myself as part of this family?What was happening to me ? What right did I have to care about a man who has taken away from me, who'd crashed my life. This man who'd destroyed my life, the happiness, the sweetness with his dark presence, he'd hurt me beyond words and still I cared for him.Why ? I watched from the sidelines, laura, Stevie and Adrian's step mother, I didn't belong with this pair, I felt out of place, I'd always been.Sitting down on one of the easy chairs outside, my mind wandered to the memories the walls of the hospital ignited; pain, bad memories of the most important people I've lost.Adrian was not important to me in any sense, yet why this feeling for a man who would not hesitate to stomp on me for his own satisfaction.I closed my eyes.ADRIANHours later I opened my eyes to the sterile walls of the hospital. A nurse stood beside me, her eyes on the card she held, then her eyes landed on me."Sir...
I woke up to threats.To punishment.To a list of chores disguised as torment.This was my reality. A far cry from the life I once dreamed of........Now, hours later, I stood among guests in glittering gowns and crisp tuxedos, Adrian beside me, his hand firm on my waist—a silent reminder of my pl
ZeyFAST—FORWARD.---I was walking on ice — even while still in the car. Adrian’s silence didn’t help matters. What could he be thinking? What was going through his head?The moment the car screeched to a halt, my heart jumped as he stepped out. We were back at the mansion. Back at the d







