Playboy's Mistress

AUTHOR'S POV It's a very beautiful evening of rainy summer, bringing happiness to farmers and fishermen... Some 20 years old girls are running in this rain and in between those girls a girl is present who is in a white knee length frock. It seemed like she wasn't happy while getting wet in the rain, her friends were dragging her to the river. Her white frock was glued to her body, giving a very sexy yet hot look... Some hair strands were on her face making her look breathtaking. She screamed when her friends pushed her into the river and just 30 steps away from them, in a car a click sound echoed in the surrounding. This sound was of taking pictures with the camera. " Hahaha. " The girls' laugh echoed in the environment and again that person clicked a pic of the same girl whose smile was breathtaking, her body has beautiful curves like the waves of the sea. Her eyes were screaming her innocence. He smiled seeing the picture and roamed his fingertip on the girl's face. Suddenly his p

Ivan's face turned right, feeling a sharp slap on his left cheek. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw controlling his anger." She died waiting for you, we had called you many times. Where the hell were you?. " His paternal grandpa Raphael Black roared. His paternal grandpa aka Raphael is looking too disappointed and hurt by his grandson's act. " I am sorry. I was unconscious at that time, that's why I didn't receive the call. " Ivan replied softly, his gaze fixed on the floor. He is in black pants, a white shirt with a black coat in black shoes looking devilishly handsome. " Because of Alcohol, right?. " His grandpa asked and he didn't say anything. Last night he lost his paternal grandma and the most hurtful situation was then when his grandma was asking for Ivan, his grandpa's man, Ivan's dad called him many times but he was unconscious at that time so he couldn't know about his grandma being in hospital and her asking about him. " I am sorry. " He replied this time looking

EMBER'S POV The sound of the rain is suppressing my sobbing... I am looking outside of the window, watching rain and thunder but my mind is still roaming on the sentence which was said by that monster. 3 days, in 3 days you will be under me. I still feel goosebumps when I remember his warning... How obstinate he was at that time. Today was the 2 days, now only 24 hours have left at the end of this 3rd day. I still remember the day when he had taken me to the police station and humiliated me there, making fun of my situation. 2 DAYS AGO I stepped out of his luxurious car, the environment of the luxurious car was choking me alive and his stare was burning me... He tried to put his hand on my thigh but I had slapped his hand away from me which made him even more angry. But, do I care?I will do the same, I will do it many times if he will not control his hand. " Let's go sweetheart. " I came into reality when I heard his demonic voice from my side. I looked at the building in fro

Author's POVHearing his last word her whole existence trembled, she got goosebumps. She was seeing him with her most fearful gaze looking too much innocent, looking too much fragile, while he was seeing her with hatred, anger, and lust. He was sitting 8 steps away from her, on the sofa but his aura was scaring her very badly. " Do you want me to repeat?. " He asked in his deep husky voice and her lips quivered, her eyes got teary. " I said STRIP. " He said, his tone was full of domination. " Please don't. " She whispered and he smirked. " I don't want to waste my time by hearing your plea... So Strip, sweetheart. " He again ordered and her eyes let go her tears. Suddenly she flinched hard when he shouted. " I SAID STRIP!!. " He shouted and she immediately lifted her shivering cold hand in fear. He can beat her if she will not obey him. She sobbed and clutched the hem of her hoodie tightly. He watched, how her hands were shivering. She looked at him one more time and found him lo

Author's POV As Ember continued her journey through the silent road, the raindrops gradually intensified, drenching her hoodie and jeans. Each droplet seemed to merge with the tears streaming down her face, creating a blurred vision of the world around her. The pain in her limp became more apparent with every step, but she pressed on, determined to reach her destination. The opulent houses that lined the street stood as a stark contrast to Ember's current state. She didn't belong here, among the wealthy and privileged. Her presence seemed almost out of place, like an intruder in a world she could only dream of. But Ember had her reasons for being here, her own secrets hidden beneath the bruises on her lips. Her once vibrant and lively eyes now reflected a deep sadness, carrying the weight of untold stories. They no longer sparkled with the hope and innocence of youth but held a glimmer of resilience and strength, buried beneath the surface. Ember had experienced hardships that had