Jasmine never wanted the kind of relationship her parents had, but when her husband cheated on her with his own cousin, ruining her social life and everything she had worked for, she had no choice but to strike a deal with the devil—revenge in exchange for her soul. TRIGGER WARNING: Intended for a mature audience. This story delves into themes of sex, violence, and an obsessive partner. It starts off deceptively vanilla, but quickly takes a dark turn. If you think you’re strong enough to handle it, keep reading. If you are weak-minded, proceed with caution—this may push you past your limits. Only continue if you’re ready to face the unrelenting darkness within.
View MoreWILLIAM POVThe silence after her question was louder than any gunshot I’ve ever heard.She stood there, her hand still faintly brushing my arm, her eyes searching me like she wanted to believe—no, needed to believe—that I wasn’t the man the world painted me to be. And for a second, I almost wished I could give her that lie. Almost.But then the words were already out, the truth spilling like rot from a wound. My family. Our power. The crimes we bury before daylight even touches them. And the look on her face—God—she didn’t flinch, but I saw the shift. The quiet processing. The knowledge that whatever future she thought she had with me was now tangled in something much darker.When I said “I’m sorry,” her breath caught. That sound will haunt me. Because it wasn’t just me confessing—it was me admitting I could never be the man she wanted me to be.I should’ve stopped there. Should’ve let her walk away before I dragged her further into my hell. But when she whispered, “You are not a mon
JASMINE POV.One thing I have learned is that I’m either a magnet for broken men or men who want to use me. It’s either that, or I’m just plain unlucky.I had so many thoughts running through my head, and they were all too much to process.What would you do if you were me? Honestly, no matter how old I get, I still don’t know the formula for how to live my life. What should I do? Where do I go?There was a reason I asked William about his family. At first, I chose to live in blissful ignorance. Even when my mom tried to warn me during the whole ‘fake’ wedding situation, I dismissed her, thinking she was just being her usual mean self. But what if she was trying to protect me in her own weird way?I shook my head. No. No, that can’t be true. My mother was self-centered and only cared about herself. She was supposed to love me even if she no longer loved my dad. Maybe if she had stayed by my side, I would have had better luck choosing men.I laughed softly at myself, a grown woman still
WILLIAM STONE.“You think I’m a monster, don’t you?” I asked. She looked up from the edge of the bed, still holding her wrist where the rope had left a faint red line. Jasmine blinked, her lips parted slightly before saying . “I—uh… I mean…” she stammered. But she did not finish her sentence. How could she when she saw me for who I truly was? A monster.I stood up so fast the chair screeched behind me. Jasmine flinched. I wasn’t even close to her, and still… she flinched.I turned away, running my hand through my hair. The room felt smaller than it had five seconds ago. Walls pressing in. It “I killed Gloria,” I said again.I looked at my hands. “She needed help, and I walked away. I left her alone with a baby. I thought I was punishing her, teaching her a lesson for what she did to me. But I didn’t care how broken she was.”“What if I kill you too?” I added softer. “What if loving me is a curse? What if…” I shook my head, finally understanding what I had never admitted before. I
WILLIAM POV.When I checked on her the next morning, Jasmine seemed calmer. She wasn’t crying anymore or trying to kick me in the chest. She asks that I please untie her.Saying the restraints weren’t necessary anymore, and she promised she wouldn’t run, not because she trusted me, but because, in her words, “I’m not strong enough to take down a man twice my size… and even if I tried, you’d catch me.” She was right: she wouldn’t get far before I caught her. So, I untied her.“What happened between you and Judas?” she asked as she rubbed her wrist. “Tell me everything. No more lies. I want to know the whole truth.” Jasmine said. I leaned back against the wooden chair and exhaled.“Okay,” I said. “I will tell you everything.”***********FLASHBACKIt was around the time Jasmine broke his heart. His first heartbreak.William didn’t know what to do with himself. One minute, he had her, the next… she left without a reason and gave him nothing for closure. She disappeared and acted lik
WILLIAM POV.I didn’t need a play-by-play to figure it out. The moment Haley’s message popped up on my phone telling me Jasmine was leaving. I knew she had seen the message.And honestly, I should’ve seen it coming.I should've known when I got to the office and noticed the Messages app was open even though I hadn’t touched it that day. Of course, she had seen something. No wonder she was suddenly acting strange, and I fell for the whole sickness act. It was probably because I thought things were finally back to how I wanted them. Boy, was I wrong.She was already planning to leave without giving me a chance to explain.And when I saw Haley’s texts staring back at me like a slap in the face, I knew Jasmine had read them.I bolted out of the building like it was burning behind me. I ran red lights. I ignored my meeting with several important clients. I didn’t care. I took the turn into the estate so fast I nearly shattered the gate.Because if she walked out that door, I wouldn’t just
JASMINE POV. I zipped up my suitcase and double-checked the envelope of cash I had hidden inside the lining—emergency money. I’d been stacking it little by little over the last few weeks. Deep down, I must have known something like this would happen, that the fairytale wouldn’t last. That the man who made me feel safe would eventually become the reason I needed to run again.The Uber was already on the way.I glanced around the room one last time—the soft bed we’d just shared, the wine-stained glasses still on the nightstand, the throw blanket we used to fight over when watching TV on the couch. Everything about this place looked the same.But nothing felt the same.I grabbed my bag, hoisted it over my shoulder, and headed for the stairs.But as I descended the last step, I froze when I saw William standing at the bottom of the staircase, chest rising and falling like he had run the whole way back. His hair was disheveled, his face glistening with sweat, and his eyes—God, those eyes—
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