เข้าสู่ระบบShe was trapped in the darkness. He ruled over it. Zarya Rogov, born to be a sacrifice. Always kept in the dark, she learned to live along with it. To the world, she was just another spoiled princess but only the walls of the Rogov's mansion knew the true tale of her unending sorrows. She thought escape would mean freedom. She thought the world outside would save her, only to realize she loved the mansion walls that trapped her more than to be caught by the actual beast out there. But it was too late, she was trapped again and his cage was cruler, colder and reeked of wrath. Sergei Morozov, the Pakhan feared by all. The man who walked over those he crushed mercilessly. His next target was her father, and to crush that old man, he captured his daughter, made her his wife, and decided to keep her as just a mere accessory in his mansion, just a mere caretaker for his son. That was his plan, until he found himself unable to look away from her, he found himself craving her, loosening his tie in her vicinity just because she was just too hard to resist. He hated the feeling because he promised himself that he would be the one to take her life and no one else, not even god. But one thing he knew for sure, he craved her more than he craved to sin, and she was worse than a sin, she was addiction, and he was hooked. WARNINGS: FORCED MARRIAGE. NON-CONSENSUAL RELATIONSHIP. POWER IMBALANCE. PSYCHOLOGICAL MANIPULATION. OBSESSIVE/POSSESSIVE MALE LEAD. GORE.
ดูเพิ่มเติม"Was he that funny?" He took off his coat, throwing it on the couch so roughly that it had me flinching. I immediately stood up from the dressing chair and turned to look at him.
A zap of shiver ran down my spine when I found him breathing heavily as if about to lose control. He ran a hand through his hair, messing the perfect slickness into rogue threads.
"Huh?" That was all I could manage to utter as I stared at him, shocked.
"You..." He slowly tilted his head to look at me. "You never even smile at me." His voice dangerously dropped, making me unconsciously take a step back.
"We were j-just talking." I tried to rationalize.
"Talking? Only talking? Or talking like you guys have known each other for years." He growled, striding up to me and banging the dressing table so aggressively that the thick oak tree carved furniture rattled like it was made of chipboard.
I flinched, unconsciously raising my arms in front of my face. His hot, ragged breath burned me as he towered over me. Tears of fear pricked my eyes, and I trembled. Just as I tried to move away, he firmly grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me back in front of him.
"I'm asking you something." He rasped and grabbed my jaw, forcing my face up so that I could look at him. He was looming over me like death. The second I matched his gaze, I felt myself melting away in sheer fear.
He would consume me.
"Was. he. that. funny?" He asked dangerously slowly, and I immediately shook my head, my eyes filled with unshed tears.
"Then why were you laughing?" He growled like an animal, intensifying my trembling. I couldn't even form proper words. He was executing wrath so powerful, I felt like I was burning in hell.
"I-I just uh w-we had common in-interest, that's w-why...maybe." I didn't know what I was blurting out, my teary eyes too focused on his gaze, too far gone in hell to look away.
"I guess the shared interests were so funny." His rugged tone held sarcasm. He shook my head, pulling me closer to himself through his grip on my jaw.
"W-What's so wrong w-with it?" I asked, wanting to know why he was so triggered when all I did was laugh with a man, that too who was known to be a lot more human in society than him and I knew I just dug my grave by asking that.
"You are not allowed to talk to any man like that.d" His tone was threatening, leaving no room for argument.
"W-Why not?"
"Because you are my wife, the Pakhan's bride, and you will learn to respect that place." His voice held possessiveness.
"This m-marriage was forced, yo-you sinner." His grip painfully tightened on my jaw, making me whimper.
"Call me a sinner all you want, but don't forget, I would sin a thousand times more if that means keeping you mine."
ZARYA ROGOV The Morozov mansion was the root of all my nightmares.It stood high, dressed in wealth and luxury that only a few could afford.As I looked around me, I remembered every detail. The garden, the walls that supported the ladder as I climbed towards my freedom. I wasn't looking forward to staying here; never would.His hand on my back brought me back to the present. He urged me forward, but I couldn't move. It was like my foot was stuck to the floor. Slowly, he leaned down to whisper in my ear."I know this place doesn't remind you of any good. Just think it's a shelter you are finding refuge in." He said, trying to calm me, but it only made me feel irritated because he was the root cause behind my hatred for this place."I'd rather find shelter under a bridge," I said, and finally turned to look at him."Not as long as my name is attached to yours." He said, his tone firm. Oh, so that was it? I was valued because his name was attached to mine? Because somewhere I carried hi
ZARYA ROGOV Now, only I had the right to kill him, when all these years, I was the one he wanted to kill.The promise that was made under the rain, near the dead bodies, twelve years ago, vanished just like those people who once existed in our lives.I tightened my grip on Anastasia while holding his gaze. The gaze of a man desperate enough to lose it all just so he could have his forgiveness.I lashed my eyes away from him before the desperation could remind me of my own. The desperate Zarya, who once wanted nothing but a breath of freedom. "I want my sister back, Sergei," Caesar said, his voice carried an unrattling authority, almost similar to his opponent."And I want my wife back." Sergei's commanding voice was like a roar. It was the final decision, an unbreakable seal. A curse carved on stone and forever locked away. Life was unfair, giving someone so much authority to seal the other one's fate. I scoffed, my jaw clenching."I want to live with none, I want to go back," I
ZARYA ROGOV Ren Bogdanov?I have heard that name before, but where?A slight frown took over my features when I began to recall. The man I met that day, at the business party Sergei held and had my father kneel. I met him that day, and our little meeting sent Sergei erupting volcanoes.I remember him now.That man...was not bad.But right now, I was not looking for any man. "I know you have met him before," Caesar said while taking a sip of his hot tea."I have, but that doesn't mean I'd marry him." "Of course, I'm not telling you to marry him right away. You can take your time." He said with a shrug, making me frown deeper. Why was he being so generous? Did he actually care, or was this just another game with me being the pawn once again?"Let me make one thing clear," I looked at all three of them, my gaze staying longer on my father, who looked like he had a lot to say. "I won't be controlled." My voice came out as commanding as I wanted it to be.I have learned to stand up for
ZARYA ROGOV The mattress beneath me felt softer than usual.The temperature around me felt warmer.As I ran my hand on the right side of my mattress, I found it cold and empty as if my Nasia was never there.Cold and empty.I snapped my eyes open. Life crashed through my body like I was born again. Before my confused gaze was an oddly familiar ceiling.I couldn't recognize it, but my heartbeat fastened. When I couldn't mentally comprehend it, my body was already reacting to my surroundings. I slowly sat up straight and eventually remembered being knocked down by an unfamiliar figure.Panic coursed through my body when I realized I didn't have Anastasia with me. I was knocked down and woke up here, in this....I looked around, my eyes slowly widening. "No..." I whispered under my breath while slowly getting out of bed. The blanket got stuck in my foot, and I ended up landing on the floor with a thud, but my mind was so occupied with Anastasia and my surroundings that I couldn't regist






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