I looked up, and immediately his eyes met mine. I feel bad for Isabel, she's just a girl mourning the loss of her mother, and it seems like she has a lot of unanswered questions.I took a deep breath and whispered for him to hear, "Please, can you give her another chance Stone. She's hurting from the loss of her mother. You know that feeling-" I was cut off by Stone's dark chuckle. My spine had straightened, and my heartbeat picked up once again. "He wrapped his hand under my chin and held my face in place. "My love, when it comes to you, I don't forgive nor give second chances to anyone."It is true, I know that from the constant pleadings I've done to him when he punishes me for what he claims "unforgivable behavior," But I was willing to try to save Isabel. I wish he didn't bring me here to witness this. He stares at my face for a while before letting me go. "Eat," he simply said, turning his attention back to his food.I look at Isabel to see the maids replacing her plate.She pick

Hailey won't be here for me. She has her own battles. I don't trust Hannah, and I don't trust any of Stone's family members. No matter how nice they are to me, I don't believe their feelings are genuine. They won't have my back nor protect me from Stone. Even if they are being friendly, I don't like that they are just there and watching Stone doing this to me. It's not right. I'd rather them side with him and leave me alone. I don't like fake people.When it comes to the workers, they are very loyal to Stone. They can't help me when it comes to him. They don't even talk to me. I would walk up to them and try to engage in a conversation, but they were scared. I am an emotional 8 months pregnant woman. I need to socialize. The only person I can engage with doesn't make me comfortable. I must tread carefully when speaking to him because I might say the wrong thing. Plus, I don't want to talk to him. I have to force myself to speak to him soon because I think he will lose control due to my

I can't think straight. My breathing is all over the place. Please, someone, make it stop."I can be the man of your dreams and bring the whole world on its feet at the mutter of your name, but baby, I will always be the man of your worst fucking nightmare. Never forget who I am. I can be worse. There's never a limit to what I can do," He said eerily, and I believed him. I believe everything that he's saying. I almost forgot how fucked up this man is. I look into his eyes pleadingly and vigorously, nodding my head to let him know I understand, for him to stop and let me go. But instead, he smirked evilly and sat back down between my legs."You said that you'll never be my submissive little wife? I have some creative ways to make you submit to me. We're just getting started, baby." His dominant cold eyes sent me into a terror ride, and I wished I could take everything back....TRIGGER WARNING****The abuse on my clit had sent me into orbit. So much pleasure, yet the pain was unbearabl

Time is slow. Everything around me moves in slow motion. I feel cold, like a falling leaf from its tree in autumn. My body shivered, not due to the room temperature. The room was rather warm. The weakness and loneliness I had succumbed into forced my body to shiver. As if I were walking in the middle of a snowstorm.It's striking to me how everything seems so warm at the moment, yet my body shivers. My eyes scan the room for anything that looks cozy and warm, thinking that if I keep my eyes on it, I can somehow compare its warmth to a person.I need to touch something. I wish for my legs and hands to be free. To be able to hug myself. I am afraid my hands will fall off my body if cuffed like this for even one more hour. I will no longer have an arm if the devil doesn't come to free me. I hate him and wish to be far away from him, yet I find my eyes traveling to the door every passing hour, hoping he will come and set me free.I know if he comes down here, it will be most likely to puni

"Disobedience, it makes me happy Sierra, and you're going to find out why." He stated darkly, taking off his blazer. My heart thumped rapidly against my chest as I clutched the bedsheets tightly. When he started marching toward the bed where I was sitting, at first, my body froze in fear as a natural response to him. When I was finally able to scoot away, he was already right in front of me. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out handcuffs. The thought of having these cuffs around my wrist again drove me out of control, and I started kicking him as they were the only weapon I could use at the moment. I must've caught him off guard when my leg kicked him straight between his legs.He released my arms, and I rolled off under him. Dropping to the floor, I looked at the door and bolted for it.A scream tore from me as I was picked up and lifted off my feet. He roughly threw me on his shoulder, and I fought harder. "Let me go!" I screamed and trashed around, kicking my legs and thr