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Even if it killed me

Author: Star Light
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-04-02 04:27:33

—SAMANTHA—

I clenched my fists under the blanket, my nails digging into my palm.

This man…

This man had crushed me, humiliated me, beaten me. And yet, he still dared to act like I wanted his attention. Like I wanted him.

I took a slow breath, forcing my voice to stay calm.

"Go to bed, Zeke. You're drunk."

His smile widened. "And what if I don't want to?"

I lifted my head, meeting his gaze directly. "Then find somewhere else to sleep. You’ve never needed this room before. Why now?"

His expression darkened. He hated when I challenged him.

But I was done playing the obedient wife.

Zeke smirked —a slow taunting smirk that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Quit playing games, Samantha," he muttered, his voice low and filled with warning.

What did he mean?

My stomach clenched as he took a slow step forward. I instinctively inched back, but my body stiffened when I realized I had nowhere to go.

His eyes flashed with something dark, something dangerous as he stormed forward, reaching for the ki
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