LOGINThe room is dimly lit, the air is filled with the smell of sex and alcohol; the guy laying next to the girl is panting heavily. She on the other hand is laying next to him, all curled up; soft whimpers are coming out of her lips. The guy wraps his muscular arms around her waist and pushes her a little away from him. She opens her eyes halfway through and stares at the guy, his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat; his dark brown eyes are closed. His sharp features are glistening, when the little rays of the sun hits his face that is coming in through the window. Forwarding her hand, she caresses his thin lower lip with her index finger and closes her eyes. "Get out." He says in a harsh tone from beside her. Her eyes flutter open completely hearing his harsh words; she always thinks why he acts so badly with her? Retracting her hand back to herself she sits up, her lower belly aches in the bitter sweet pain. A groan comes out of her mouth and her hands go straight to on top of her lower belly, to caress it. His clothes and hers are scattered around on the floor. The entire room is a mess, the bed sheet is all crinkled; pillows are off the bed.
View MoreThe months following Rosie and Alex’s tentative reconciliation were marked by cautious optimism. Alex continued his therapy, both physical and psychological, and the changes in him were undeniable. He was becoming a better version of himself, the man Rosie had fallen in love with but never truly known.Rosie, too, was healing. Her relationship with Ryan grew stronger, though they kept it platonic out of respect for the complex emotions involved. She spent time at the mansion with Alex, helping him through his rehabilitation while maintaining her life at the cottage with Ryan.One evening, Rosie found herself at the mansion, sitting across from Alex in the study. The room, once filled with tension and resentment, now felt different—warmer, more hopeful."Rosie," Alex began, breaking the comfortable silence. "I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About everything we’ve been through."Rosie nodded, her heart pounding. "And what have you concluded?""I want to make things right," Alex said,
Rosie and Ryan's departure left a palpable emptiness in the mansion. The echo of their absence hung in the air, a constant reminder to Alex of his crumbling world. Alone in his study, Alex stared out the window, his mind a tumult of anger, regret, and a desperate longing to change.He knew he had pushed Rosie too far, driven by his insecurities and fear of losing her. Now, he was left with the wreckage of his own making, but amidst the desolation, a small flicker of resolve began to take root.Days turned into weeks, and Alex found himself grappling with his emotions in solitude. He attended his physical therapy sessions with a renewed determination, driven not just by the desire to regain his strength but by the need to prove to himself and to Rosie that he could change.Dr. Emily Hart noticed the shift in Alex's demeanor during their sessions. He was less hostile, more focused, and increasingly open to her guidance. "You're doing great, Alex," she said one morning, as he completed a
Despite the fragile truce, tensions continued to simmer beneath the surface. Alex’s efforts to change were genuine, but his jealousy and insecurities often got the better of him, leading to explosive outbursts that left Rosie emotionally drained.One evening, as Rosie was preparing dinner, Alex rolled into the kitchen, his face set in a grim expression. "We need to talk," he said, his voice tight."Okay," Rosie replied, setting down the knife she was using to chop vegetables. "What’s on your mind?"Alex wheeled himself closer, his eyes locking onto hers. "I’ve been thinking about what you and Ryan said. About me needing to change.""And?" Rosie asked, her heart pounding in her chest."And I think I need help. Professional help," Alex admitted, his voice breaking. "I can’t do this on my own."Rosie’s eyes filled with tears of relief. "Thank you, Alex. That’s a huge step.""But there’s something else," Alex continued, his expression hardening. "I don’t trust Ryan. I don’t like the way h
Rosie stood by Alex’s side, the warmth of his hand a stark contrast to the cold dread pooling in her stomach. She knew their journey to healing would be fraught with setbacks, but she didn’t anticipate how quickly things would spiral out of control.The following week started off well enough. Alex made a genuine effort to be more considerate, attending his therapy sessions without complaint and even sharing a few moments of tenderness with Rosie. But the shadow of his past behavior loomed large, and the slightest frustration would trigger his old temper.One afternoon, as Rosie was helping Alex with his exercises, he grew increasingly frustrated with his limitations. His anger boiled over when he failed to complete a particularly challenging movement."Damn it, Rosie!" he yelled, pushing her away. "I can’t do this! I’m useless!"Rosie stumbled back, her heart breaking at the sight of his anguish. "Alex, it's okay. You’re making progress. We just need to keep trying.""Progress?" Alex












Ragdoll is a romance novel by Malila Jahan with a love triangle theme. She finds herself in a dimly lit room where she sees a guy lying next to her who has his muscular arms wrapped around her waist, then suddenly pushing her farther away from him. She still tries to win him over by caressing his lower lip but he still commands her to get out in a harsh, cold tone she's already familiar with. Retracting her hand, she sits up, looking around a messy room. Read the novel to learn what happens next.
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