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I let out a sigh of relief, I didn't even comprehend I was holding my breath. My eyelids shut on their own as I took heavy breaths to calm my racing heart. Ivan never fails to scare the shit out of me. He has been a constant puzzle. No one can predict what that monster of a man is thinking about.
I mean how he can make a claim on me when he has a girlfriend. Kiki is everything a man will ever want in a woman, minus her attitude, which is not exactly my favorite.
But part of me can't help but blame that on Ivan. I think it's her insecurities that's making her act the way she is acting. I mean everyone will go insane if the person you love is sleeping around with everyone. I kind of understand Kiki's hate towards me, even though it's not fair the way she has been treating me.
"What are you doing here?" A shriek tore out of my mouth at the sudden voice. My eyelids unrolled on their own. Another scream escaped from me when I saw David so close to m
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Eight days Eight days had passed since the hot water incident. My hand has healed now all thanks to Mary's ointment. It helped a lot. Ivan has been ignoring my existence once again. He acts like I don't exist at all and spends all his time either on his work or with Kiki. Yes, Kiki came back the next day begging for his forgiveness. I can't help but let out a snort. I was the one they did dirty and she chose to apologize to Ivan. And Ivan, being an idiot, forgave her easily. If he had to forgive her so easily, then why was he angry in the first place? I would have understood if she had asked for my forgiveness but she didn't have the courtesy to apologize. I shook my head in disappointment as I gazed out of the small window. The weather today is gloomy, just like my life. It has been raining heavily all day and I'm almost sure it's going to be the same for a couple more days. "Jasmin," I heard Ivan calling me. I assume from living. Swinging my
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"What the fuck is happening here?" A familiar voice resonates throughout the room. I immediately recognized the voice as David's and quickly swirled around to face him, disbelief prominent on his face. My whole being froze in fear. Oh my god, how did he come here? I tried to scurry away but Dean was swift to hold on to me and pulled me to him, wrapping his arm around my waist. "Dean, please let me go," I whispered yelled only for him to hear. "Don't worry, I'm here," he replied calmly. How can he stay calm in this situation? Oh god, if Ivan comes to know about this, he will surely torture me before killing me. "I said what the fucking hell was happening here?" David said directly, looking at me. I don't know why I'm the one who is always being integrated. Dean is also here. Why not ask him? Why only me? "I -I" I attempt to speak while finding it hard to get the words out. It's as if my tongue got twisted and I am incapable of le
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I lifted my hand and softly knocked at the door. I still don't know why he had called me. I just hope I'm not in trouble. I heard a faint 'come in' from the other side of the room. Pushing the door open, I entered the room with timid small steps and stopped right in the middle of the room. I find him across the room sitting on the expensive white couch with his leg wide open. All his attention was focused only on the mobile screen. I just waited there waiting for him to say something but he didn't even bother looking at me. If he had to act like I was invisible, then why call me? I was getting more and more anxious with each passing time and it was starting to get annoying. "Did you call me?" I finally broke the eerily silence as it became unbearable. He lifted his head for a brief second before going back to his cell phone. "Have a seat" I just stayed planted at my place, not really wanting to be anywhere near him. He doesn't l
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I opened my heavy eyelids and immediately closed them as the dazzling harsh light pierced my eyes. I felt disoriented and it took a lot of strength to open my eyelids once again. I flickered for a few seconds to accommodate the light, causing my unclear sight to melt into transparency and the first thing I saw was the white ceiling. I looked to my side to see a clear fluid-filled sac attached to a venous connection in my right arm. I groaned in pain as I sat up on the bed. My body was sore, each and every muscle in my body was severely aching. I slowly scanned around the unfamiliar room as I looked at the interior. The room was painted in light green and cream color. Despite the wired combination, the color seemed to match somehow. The bed was royal-sized and pushed against the wall where I was lying. At the other side of the bed was a large TV hung on the wall. To my left was a door. I believe it must lead to a bathroom. The room was medium- s
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"Isabella," I said, my own name sounded foreign to my tongue, like it didn't belong to me. I have no idea why I feel this way. A few minutes ago, I was desperate to find out more about myself, and who I am, but now there is a strange feeling in my stomach. I gazed at the handsome green eye who was studying my reaction carefully. "Who are you all and what is my relationship with you all?" I don't know who they are or whether these people can be trusted, but right now they don't seem harmful nor do I have any other option than to trust them. "Little bird, I'm hurt you forgot me... I'm your best friend David," he said, placing his hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt. Woah! He is so dramatic. Then he points his finger at his younger brother. "This is Dean, my brother and your biggest enemy," He cackles at his own joke. He is definitely dramatic. "Shut the fuck up David," Dean hissed. He turned towards me. "I'm your friend too," he said with a
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They both turned their attention to me. Ivan's eyes widened for a split second before returning to his usual blank face and I didn't miss the way the woman's lips curved slightly. What a witch, I already hate her. Feelings of resentment flowed throughout my being. My mind was overwhelmed with all kinds of feelings. I was humiliated, embarrassed, betrayed, angry, and a little hurt. Yes, it hurts. I can't help feeling the weight in my heart. I didn't know what I was feeling or why I was feeling this way. It should matter what he's doing and with whom he's doing it, but for some reason he did. I really couldn't understand why I felt like that. I stood there for what felt like an eternity but it was only a matter of minutes before Ivan broke the silence. "Isabella" My name tumbled out of his mouth involuntarily. This is the first time I've heard him take my name. He always calls me a princess. "Princess, it's not what you think," He
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Seven days have gone by since the day of our argument. Ivan was very touchy from that day on. He would touch me and kiss me, every chance he got. I even caught him staring at me several times, but he didn't care and he kept staring at me regardless of whether he was caught. I still remember when Ivan had returned home. He was very angry when he did not find me lying naked on the bed as he had ordered me. He stripped me of my clothes and spanked my ass until I couldn't sit down. In the last seven days, we've been so close both physically and emotionally. I can tell I'm starting to feel things for him. There is no point in hiding it or denying it, at least not with me. No, it's not love, I'm still far from loving him, but his appearance is enough to make my heart swell. I don't know what was the definition of a perfect man for me in the past, because I don't remember anything, but now he is all I want in a man. And I don't mind giving our
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I still can't believe Ivan raised his hand on me and, worse, he didn't even bother apologizing. He storms off the house right after it, but after shooting me a glare. It wasn't a big deal, no matter how much I think, I fail to understand why he acted the way he did. All I asked was to go out. Sometimes I even wonder why I am even with him. He's too aggressive sometimes. Like something switches inside him. He goes from caring to scary mode. Yes, he is caring, understanding, good-looking, smart, everything, but that doesn't give him the right to manhandle me. Glancing out the window, I realized it had started getting dark. I still had to cook dinner. Yes, I am angry. That doesn't mean I will keep them starving. I headed downstairs and cooked white pasta because that was all I found. I had my dinner in absolute silence, but for the first time, I didn't feel lonely eating alone. Instead, it was rather comforting. After my dinner, I headed b
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