LOGINI caught my husband deep inside my sister on the day i served him divorce papers. After giving birth to his son, i became the “disgusting fat wife” he could barely look at. While i slept alone, he satisfied every craving with her body. When i finally tried to leave, he tore the papers apart, grabbed me by the throat and growled: “You don’t get to leave me, wife. you’re mine until i say otherwise.” That same night, I received a terrible news from my mom. Now i’m trapped with the man who hates me… and still refuses to let me go.
View MoreWe reached the city as night settled over the streets. Traffic still moved along the roads, but the atmosphere felt strangely tense, as if the entire city had noticed something was wrong. The Voss headquarters rose above everything else, its glass walls reflecting the lights below while the windows remained bright on almost every level. From the outside, the building looked almost normal, yet the usual flow of people was gone. There were no employees rushing through the entrance or security guards moving between the doors. Doors that should have stood open were sealed, and the familiar security points that once belonged to us now answered to someone else. Even the entrance looked different, stripped of the sense of authority it had always carried. The mastermind had taken the entire structure and turned it into a closed fortress, making the heart of the Voss empire feel like a prison.Damien studied the outer walls with the calm of someone who had walked these halls for years. His e
LilaWe found each other again in a quiet stretch of the lower halls after the worst of the collapse had settled. Dust was still everywhere, and distant sounds of movement reminded us that the danger was not completely over, but Damien seemed focused on something else. His face carried a new clarity, as though a piece of the past had finally fallen into place. He took my hands and asked me to listen without speaking until he finished. His voice stayed low as he began. He told me about the memories that had returned to him. Days from a time when we were both small. A place buried beneath the ground, with plain walls, lights, locked doors, and children who had no idea why they had been taken there. He remembered the questions, the strange rooms, and the fear that followed us everywhere. Most of all, he remembered me. He had known me then, I had known him. We had found each other near a wide window that showed nothing but stone. We had spoken in short, careful sentences because neithe
The photograph stayed in my hand while the quiet of the room pressed around me, something inside my mind shifted, so suddenly that I almost dropped it. A thin crack opened, and let light come through. I saw myself much younger, standing barefoot on grass with the warmth of the sun against my face. I remembered the high windows of the house, the wide garden, and the familiar halls I had once believed were safe. Then I saw a man who visited often and spoke in a steady voice. He never arrived empty handed, sometimes he brought small gifts, and other times he simply sat with me and asked careful questions. Back then, I had trusted him without hesitation. He felt like someone who belonged at the edges of our family, close enough to know our secrets but never close enough to carry the same name. I never questioned why he came so often, I never wondered why he seemed to know so much about us.More days returned, I watched him walk through the halls of the house where I grew up as though h
DamienI found Victoria near a collapsed junction where the air still carried dust from the earlier failures. She was checking a side path when she heard me and turned with her weapon half raised. Relief crossed her face once she saw it was me, we spoke in low voices and shared what little we knew. The children were still missing, Lila had been taken and time was slipping. Victoria pointed to a sealed door she had found while searching for another way out. The lock looked older than the rest of the structure yet the metal still held firm.We forced it open together, behind the door stretched a long narrow room lined with metal cabinets and sealed boxes. This was no ordinary storage space, it was an archive built to last through decades. Rows of files sat in careful order with labels marked years that reached further back than either of us had expected. Victoria moved to one side while I took the other, we began pulling drawers and reading what the pages held.The first records sho
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