“Please, please, no!" Myra screamed in newfound dread, shaking her head violently.Heeding no attention to her resistance, Abram continued to leave kisses over her neck and collar bone. Feeling the remnant of her clothes as an obstacle, he tears them before planting another kiss on her bra-clad swell. She used every ounce of her energy to push him, only for him to kiss her with fervor. When he loosened his hold on her wrists to unzip his trousers, she punched, but it only aggravated the already raging desire.Since the day Abram tasted Myra in his apartment, it was turning strenuous for him to stay away from her, and after learning the truth of her innocence, he had to put up every resistance for the sake of earning her forgiveness and trust. But something snapped inside him when he learned his naive wife was ready to escape him. Fear like never before ar

We will find a way out of this.When Abram heard Sharon say, he couldn’t help but barge into the room, and when he saw Myra holding hands or hiding behind Elijah, he decided to prepare the legal document as soon as possible. He was sure Ronan would come in handy in this regard too. When he confessed to Elijah he would take care of Myra, he was nothing but sincere. However, deep down, he was afraid Myra would lookout for options to get away from his clutches. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but every accused was given a second chance, and in his case, he too was a victim of his mother’s game. He needed Myra’s trust just once, and he would swear he would take a bullet for her or their unborn child.He waited patiently for Myra to settle on the bed, and once he was sure she was com

When Myra woke up, she found herself to be alone, and the other side of the bed was cold, meaning Abram had woken a while ago. She was still in a daze, thinking about how she ended up in his apartment, but what could she do? This was her biggest chance. Knowing how stubborn Abram was when he wanted to be, she had to take the bait. Either suffer for three months with him or get stuck with him for a longer time. Not to forget, with the birth of the baby, it will be more difficult to get out of his claws. I only have to survive for three months with him, she told herself. She took a deep breath to start the day with a mission. A mission to not get influenced by him, a mission not to let him manipulate her already messed up hormones. “It shouldn’t be difficult. The worst has passed; he said he won’t touch me,” she murmured to herself while taking a shower. When she turned the shower off and was looking for clothes, at that moment, it struck her. Her clothes. She didn’t know she would

When Abram went out, Myra sprinted into action and immediately locked the door. She went back to the closet and retrieved the box. Her fingers acted on her own, and she found herself opening the lid against her nagging conscience. She inhaled deeply when she found the pictures and the messages still intact. To her horror, the empty packet of condoms used that night was still enclosed in the last box. “He still kept it with him; why?" she asked no one. “Maybe by mistake, it was left behind. What was I even thinking that He had kept it as a souvenir?" she mentally slapped herself for letting a mere memory cloud her rationality. Keeping the box back in its place, Myra pulled the clothes out that Abram got for her. Pink! “He thinks buying clothes in my favorite color will make him win. Keep dreaming," she said, caressing the soft cloth. When she came out of the room, she found Abram sipping his tea while scrolling through his phone. Hearing her footste

It was already afternoon, but Myra’s mind was restless, recollecting Elijah’s hurtful expression. She knew what she said to him was harsh, and instead of helping him convince Sharon, she ended up hurting him. He was his rational voice and had always looked out for the best for her, and she vented Abram’s frustration on him for no apparent reason. True, he shouldn’t have left her alone with Abram, but Elijah didn't do anything without a concrete reason. She was brought out of her trance when a housekeeper said, “Ma’am, your fruit salad."“But I didn’t ask for it," she replied, glancing at the bowl. Maybe Sharon ordered for me, she thought, and as if on cue, at that moment, her phone rang, displaying Abram&rsquo