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TWISTED WHO IS THAT?
Mira Pov.....As soon as he is far enough that I can't hear the echo of his footsteps anymore, I move to the door, clicking it to lock immediately. I need to execute my plans before he gets back in here. What was he thinking? that I will let him go scort-free after what he did to me? What if I have died or been attacked by kidnappers and rapists? He wouldn't be saying sorry then.I walk to his wardrobe, and, surveying the room for the last time, I pull out one of his expensive shoes, heading straight to the bedroom. In the bedroom, I jam the door shut.Standing in front of the bathtub, I now pull the water system open, dipping the shoe into the already water-filled bathtub. For a while, I watched with a wicked smirk as the water covered a good amount of the shoe. Satisfied, I pull the shoe out and lock the tab before walking out of the bathroom with the shoe still in my hand."I am sure he is going to scream the house down after finding out what I did to him." I giggled inwardly, and
TWISTED LEONARD'S TURNEL
"Answer me, Mira, who were you speaking to?" His voice hit me once again, and I stammered out nothing in particular. I try to let out a word, but obviously I can't."I am sure I heard you speaking with someone. Even if I didn't hear your conversation very well, I can swear you are speaking with someone," he urges further."I am speaking to myself, Arnold; when I am angry or frustrated, I end up speaking to myself." I defend myself to my own surprise; I was not expecting to come up with something that quick."Really?" he asked with a raised brow."Of course, I am sure," I blurted."I want you to return to the room, Mira; I just want you around the room. I don't appreciate it when you stay here, and what about my shoes? Have you taken them from the maid?" he grunt."No. I will do that right away." I walk away to the maid's quarters.Arnold Pov.....I watch as she walks away, like a tiny mouse hurrying away from a hungry cat. I watch her with admiration. I am beginning to see the good in
TWISTED WHO ARE YOU?
The day dawned earlier than expected. I’m already on my way to meet the one who knows all my secrets, and I am also ready to know him to the core because I won’t be a fool anymore. I feel Arnold is hiding something really dark from me, and this is the right time to find out what he has been hiding from me.I have planned on how to get out of the house this morning, and one of the ways is by lying to him that I am ill if he's going to inquire about anything from me because, so far, so good. He doesn’t really care about my well-being.But the question now is, How am I going to leave the house even if he believes my lies? Since I married him, he has never let me step a foot out of the house alone, and I am sure he must have given the gateman orders to never let me out of the house, but nevertheless, I am going to leave by all means.From my window, I watch as his car drives out of the compound. "This is the right opportunity for me," I whisper to myself, heading into the bedroom to take
TWISTED UNEXPECTED
My eyes were swollen red with tears. I have begged the monster to let me go, but it seems my pleas are falling on deaf ears."I thought we wanted to have a friendly conversation, so why are you doing this to me?" I managed to ask."You are supposed to disclose a secret to me and not try to harm me. Tell me why you are doing this to me," I ask him angrily. The only thing flashing through my mind is the reason why he would want to harm me."Can you shut up already, flirty bit*h? Because if you don’t keep your mouth shut, I will make sure I silence you forever," he grunts, letting out an evil smirk.Anyways, I have already called your darling husband, and I’m sure he is going to accept my terms and conditions because he wouldn’t want to see his wife dead, so there will be no reason for you to thank your stars because your stars will be thanked by him."Can you please take off your face mask so I can see your face? At least I want to know who you are," I mumbled silently for the first tim
TWISTED DREADFUL SOUNDS
I pull my bag downstairs, and my toe squacks as the outpoor from the cold floor hits it. I am trying to fight back my tears in all possible ways I can, but it seems it's failing me; it's dropping already, more like the silent ticking of the wall clock. I try to stop it, but when it fails to come under my watch, I let it fall. I don't think I deserve this. I don't deserve what is happening to me; I have wanted better; in fact, I deserved better—a better man, a better family, and any other good thing in life—and not this.Slowly, I lift my head forward, directing my eyes to my dad and siblings, who maintain a particular position in the sitting room. Their faces are all gloomy; he has wanted to say something, but as his mouth makes tiny moves, he dares not. He dreads me at the moment, and everything concerning me has been done. It's all over. Last but not least, I banter my eyes towards mom, who sits on a couch not too far from them; her head is slightly bandaged, which is why I had to u
TWISTED MERE TOUCH
The next thing I hear are her footsteps. They approached steadily, and the sounds of her heels echoed, and that was when it dawned on me that I had been eardropping, but it was already too late as she had already pulled the door knob open and my ear was still resting on it. "Holy shit!".Shyly I forward my stare to her face, watching as it turns long and gets entangled in a light frown. Her left hand rests on me and pushes me as hard as she can. She puts on a satisfied smile after paying homage to her desires before she finally walks away."You are here so soon," he questions, and this is exactly the first time I am having a conversation with him, but I stay calm, my legs wobbling in fear. His grumpy voice beckons, and I just nod, trying not to lock eyes with him."Where am I staying? I hope it's not in your room." I hear myself questioning him with this little glitch of confidence surrounding my question. I am suddenly able to have direct eye contact with him, making my brown eyes re
TWISTED GET READY
I flee as far as my legs can take me. not to my room or anywhere closer, what the hell is wrong with me? I can't believe I almost messed up with my supposed ruthless billionaire husband.I really hate him, so why that sensation when his hands crept into my already wet p*ssy, and why did that little moan escape my lips? Why didn't I stop him even when I hated him so much? Why let him have his way with me and not stop him with a resounding slap like I have always wished to anytime he will ever lay a finger on me? "He irritates me, so why did I ever become his prey with well-spread eyes?"This thought and more rush through my mind as I rest my back on the wall. The only thing my confused soul needs now is a soothsayer to tell me the reason for my earlier behavior."How the heck could I fall that bad?" I kept wondering.Only God knows what he's going to see me as now. Maybe, as a mere slut and attention seeker who goes on acting all hard only to get lured to bed with ease, I would have al
TWISTED HIS ADDICTION
I feast on the note in my hands as I search my dim brain for a word to say to the bullshit written in it but find none."Put on this red dress. My make-up artist will be with you shortly, and of course she will be coming along with your shoes," the letter read.He wants us to go out. If he does, then why? "And where exactly are we going?" my mind asked at last.Staring at the cloth for a few minutes, I pick it up, spreading it wide open on the bed. After a final glance at it, I direct my steps to the bedroom, my leg making a little quack with each contact it makes with the golden tiled floor.I am only doing this for my family members and no one else. "Not because of him, but for their sake." I consoled myself with this as I walked into the bathroom.In the bathroom, I jam the door shut, allowing my towel to drop freely from my underarms to the floor.I pick it up and hang it before taking my steps to the bathtub, ready to have a warm bath.Sitting in the bathtub, I allow the warm wat
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