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We Die Here
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2025-05-11 23:27:37
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My Wife, My Blackmailer Looking for This?
Evelyn's POVThis is all my fault.I got myself into this mess.It started with hate, my hate for Louis. I let that hate fester until it grew bigger than reason. Bigger than fear. Now, it's like every decision I make just spins me deeper into this hellhole. There's no peace, no freedom. Just shadows. Watching. Following. Waiting.He’s always there. The man I call the demon.He knows where I am. What I do. Who I talk to.Every second of every day, I feel his eyes on me. Like a hunter waiting for his prey to breathe the wrong way. And when I do, he doesn’t hesitate.His hand gripped me so tightly it felt like my bones would crack. A knife pressed against my neck, its cold edge kissing my skin with deadly promise.“You think you’re smart, don’t you?” he growled, his breath reeking of menace. “You keep disobeying me. You keep pretending you have a choice.”I stayed frozen. Silent. Terrified. My heart pounded so loud, I thought it would shatter in my chest.“You don’t want your dear husban
My Wife, My Blackmailer Pinned to the Wall
Evelyn’s POVI paced the floor like a prisoner trapped in her own home. My bare feet made soft, angry taps against the cold marble tiles as I kept circling, circling, like a lioness in a cage. And then, the sound hit me. Muffled moans. A woman’s voice. Then a man’s, his. It was happening again. Behind the door across the hall, he was with another one of his mistresses.My fists clenched at my sides.This man will never change.The ache in my chest twisted tighter as I heard the rhythm of the bed, the laughter, the sighs of pleasure that didn’t belong to me, that never really had. My eyes burned, but I refused to cry. Not anymore. I hated him. I hated him so much I could taste the bile rising in my throat. He had locked me in this room. Like some object. Just because I wanted to leave.Just because I dared to say I was tired.Of him. Of this life. Of being invisible.He’s insane, I whispered to myself. I had never seen him this out of control. But he wasn’t going to win. I wouldn’t giv
My Wife, My Blackmailer Another mistake
Louis’ POVI let go of her, stepping back as if the distance between us could erase what I’d just done. My breath came in short, shallow bursts. The silence that filled the space between us was deafening. I didn’t say the word she was waiting to hear, the word I knew she deserved.Sorry.But I couldn’t say it. My lips wouldn’t move, and even if they did, I wasn’t sure if the word would mean anything anymore.I had pushed her. Slammed her against the wall. Not out of love. Not even out of rage. But out of jealousy. Dark, ugly, bitter jealousy that I didn’t even recognize in myself.Was I really this far gone?I had sworn, sworn, I wouldn’t fall. That I’d keep control, stay detached. But I was slipping. Drowning. Every second around her pulled me deeper into a mess I didn’t understand, and I didn’t know how to climb out.I turned toward her, my voice cold, emotionless, a contrast to the storm raging inside me.“You’re not leaving the house again,” I said. “I’m locking your room, and I’m
My Wife, My Blackmailer We Die Here
Evelyn’s POVI was trembling,no, shaking, feverishly, like my bones were turning to ice beneath my skin. My hands clutched the phone so tightly it could've snapped in half. One ring. Two rings. Three.Nothing.Why wasn’t he picking up?Why now, of all times?My breath caught in my throat. I felt like I was drowning in my own fear. The silence on the other end of the line screamed louder than any voice could. I was in my room, my sanctuary, or at least, it used to be. But now, it felt like a cell. Every creak of the wooden floorboards outside my door made my heart skip. I heard the sound of footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Purposeful.He was coming.Panic surged through me like a jolt of electricity. My eyes darted around the room in desperation. Where do I hide the phone? Where? Where?! My fingers trembled as I lifted the small cupboard door beneath my desk and shoved the phone inside, praying he wouldn’t find it.Then, the knock.Soft at first. Then firmer. More urgent.“Evelyn...” His voice
My Wife, My Blackmailer If he doesn't pick, your mom dies.
Evelyn’s POVWhat the hell was happening?What was he trying to do to me right now?One moment he was quiet, cold, distant, treating me like a ghost that wandered into his life. The next, he was… this.I watched, stunned, as he unbuckled his belt with one swift motion, the metallic click echoing in the room like a gunshot. His eyes were dark, possessive, burning with something I couldn’t understand.He stormed toward me.Panic surged through my chest. My body acted before my mind could catch up. I scrambled back, desperate to get away.But he was faster.He grabbed me and pinned me to the bed, his strength overwhelming mine.“You’re not leaving,” he growled, voice low and chilling. “You’re staying. You’re going to perform your wifey duties.”My heart dropped.My throat dried up.No. No, no, no.Did he mean—?Sex?This couldn’t be real. We’d been married for years, yet he had never once touched me. Never glanced at me like a man should look at his wife. He kept me in a separate part of
My Wife, My Blackmailer You're sleeping with him?
Louis POV I sat alone in the office, the dim light from my desk lamp barely cutting through the shadows in the room. The recording echoed in my ears—over and over again. That voice. That damn voice. It haunted me like a ghost I couldn’t exorcise. I kept playing it, rewinding, replaying, listening. It was embedded in my brain now. A woman. A man. One demanding divorce. The other is threatening to take everything from me. Who the hell were they?I leaned forward, elbows on the table, running a hand through my hair in frustration. There was nothing familiar about the woman. Her voice was one of a kind, soft and different, but with an undertone of steel. Could she be doing this on her own? Or was she being used? Forced? And that man… I could see him. His face burned into my memory, his eyes wild, his grip tight around the knife that had stabbed into me. But the rest was a blur. Why did I feel like I should remember him? Why couldn't I?He said I would pay. For what?My fists clenched
My Wife, My Blackmailer The recording.
Louis POV The moment she stepped out of the bathroom, everything around me faded into silence.Time paused.My eyes locked onto her, and it felt like they’d been chained, tethered, unable to look away. She was glowing, wrapped in nothing but water droplets and vulnerability. Her body… sculpted, delicate, and sensually terrifying. The gentle curve of her waist, the slope of her hips, the soft glimmer between her thighs, God, it was unreal. She hadn’t seen me at first, but when our eyes met, I could see the shock flash through hers like lightning tearing through a stormy sky.She froze. Her hands reached for something, anything, to cover herself, trembling as though her body had betrayed her. She didn’t speak. Of course, she couldn’t. Her silence screamed louder than any words could. And for a split second, I stood there, transfixed, straining against every moral thread left in me.Then I turned.“I didn’t see anything,” I muttered, voice hoarse with guilt and desire. “I saw nothing.”
My Wife, My Blackmailer Glass Shattered
Evelyn's POVThe room spun.Erica’s screams sliced through the air like broken glass, each word cutting deeper than the last. The police officer's hand hovered near his holster, and everyone in the room seemed to be holding their breath, except him.The demon.Standing there so casually, like chaos wasn’t blooming around him. Like he hadn’t whispered venom into my ear seconds ago. Like he wasn’t holding a syringe meant for murder.But no one noticed. Not even Louis.My heart thundered. My lips moved soundlessly. My hands twitched at my side, wanting to scream in signs, but frozen by fear.“What are you guys doing?” Louis’s voice was sharp now, commanding, as he stepped forward, shielding me. “Do not come closer to my wife.”The cops flinched. One even took a cautious step back.“The wind is bad,” the younger one muttered to his partner, as if reading the tension in the room like a weather forecast.“Why won’t we come closer to your wife?” the older officer asked, tone clipped and chal
My Wife, My Blackmailer Handcuff Her Now
Evelyn’s POVWhat do I do now?No, no, no. I’m caught.Right in the act. And there’s no way to explain myself. Not this time.“Evelyn,”His voice hit me like a slap, stern, commanding, unmistakable.“Why the hell are you wearing this?”The thunder in his tone rattled through my bones. His eyes scanned me, narrowed, sharp as a blade. My whole body started trembling. My brain was scrambling, clawing through thoughts, searching for an excuse, a way out, anything. But nothing came. Just static.“EVELYN!”His voice roared louder this time. My chest tightened. My knees buckled slightly as I turned toward him, trying to sign something, anything.“What are you doing?”His voice cracked again, now laced with something dangerous, betrayal? Disappointment? “You know I don’t understand sign language! Why are you doing this? Where’s your iPad?”I couldn’t answer. I just kept signing, desperate, but helpless.“I understand sign language,” Dave chimed in gently from the side, like some kind of quiet
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