Todos los capítulos de My Husband's Vengeful Hatred: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Meera~The air turned suffocatingly tense as Abram's voice reverberated across the campus grounds. Ian’s arms tightened protectively around me, shielding me from the storm that was about to unfold. My heart pounded as I looked up, meeting Abram’s piercing blue eyes. The fury in them was unrelenting, and I knew what was coming."Abram, please," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Don’t do this. Let’s just leave."But my plea fell on deaf ears. Abram’s gaze remained fixed on Ian, his jaw clenched and his fists curling tightly at his sides. "You heard me," Abram said coldly. "Stay away from my wife. You’ve no idea what you’re playing with."Ian stood his ground, his body a shield between Abram and me. "She’s not a possession, Abram," Ian retorted, his voice steady despite the growing tension. "And maybe if you treated her like a person instead of a trophy, she wouldn’t be running back to people who actually care about her."The words hit like a thunderclap, and for a split second, I though

"You are going to be mine tonight." My eyes widened in terror. I pushed him with all my strength, but he didn’t budge. His dark eyes roamed over me before settling on my trembling lips. I shook my head in protest, but he grazed his thumb over them, wetting them with my saliva. "So soft… You have such a beautiful pair of lips, you know that?" His voice was low, almost hypnotic, as he traced over my wet lips. Under any other circumstances, his words might have sent a thrill through me, but right now, they only filled me with disgust. My stomach churned, a wave of nausea rolling through me as my body stiffened in fear. He leaned down, bringing his face dangerously close to mine. Before he could claim my lips, I turned my face aside, pressing them shut. A rugged breath escaped him. I whimpered as he grabbed my jaw, forcing my lips into a pout before crashing his mouth onto mine. "You will never back away from me," he whispered, twisting his fingers into my hair and pulling it

Meera~"From now on, when I will come back from work I want you on this bed naked your ass up, dripping wet and waiting for me".I curled up and heard him leave my room. He didn't waste single moment after claiming me again. My entire body ached. My thighs trembled, my skin burned where he had held me too tightly, and between my legs… I felt the slow trickle of warmth, the unmistakable evidence of his possession.A sob tore through my chest and tears fell from my eyes. Why did I let this happen again? Wasn't last night enough to break apart that today and from now on every day. And the worst part I will let him touch me again and again, I want it. Yes last night shouldn't have happened like this but that doesn't mean I don't crave him. My lips still tingled from his kisses, my skin still burned from his touch, and my body my traitorous body still craved him.He hated me. I knew that. He had told me that so many times. So why did he keep coming back? Why did he touch me like I was

Meera~"He is here, madame" . My heart thrummed inside my chest in anticipation and ignoring my ex-bestfriend I walked out of the restroom. The gala was in full swing, guests were enjoying themselves, soft yet sophisticated music was playing and my eyes landed on my husband who was talking with his business associates. Thank God, I don't have his attention right now. "Meera, I am glad you didn't messed up my annual gala" abram's grandmother stopped me in midst and I could see something close to appreciation in her old eyes. My heart soared. "Thank you, mummy it means a lot to me" I said but she just gave me a curt nod and soom engulfed herself with other people not caring to introduce me. But its fine, I don't care right now I have more important thing to do. The most important thing which will blow up media, which will generate murmurs within the guests, which will create chaos in my family. But I have to do it, for his sake. Grabbing the flare of my gown, hopping it up a litt

Meera~I curled my body and clutched the blanket as warmth seeped inside me, giving me all the comfort in this world.Suddenly, I felt someone caressing my forehead. The warm fingers felt good and comforting. Is this Mama? Did she come here because I got sick, just like old times?"Meera," I heard the familiar voice, but it didn't belong to Mama. Frowning and groaning, I opened my eyes, only to meet the brown eyes of Abram's grandmother.I sat upright on the bed and smoothed my hair. I knew she didn't like anyone being messy."I am sorry, Mummy. I just feel a little sick. Do you need anything? I will get it for you," I said hastily, anxiety bubbling inside me."Meera, calm down, child," she said, her voice calm, but I was still anxious until she put her hand on my cheek and caressed it gently.I looked at her, confused. Why is she behaving so sweetly with me? She smiled at me with nothing but pure affection, just as she did for Abram."I just came here to check up on you," she said. E