All Chapters of Sadistic: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Libia woke up in the middle of the night, surprised to find Tiodor lying next to her. She watched him for a few minutes; his peaceful expression and the soft whistle escaping from his nose made her smile. No one would ever guess that someone like him could look so serene. He was quite handsome, though in the past, not her type at all—she had always been drawn to men with softer features. Jerks disguised as princes. She bit her lip, her foolish heart pounding. "Why do I always choose wrong?" she wondered, feeling a sharp sting of regret. Her mind betrayed her again, clinging to the idea that Tiodor could change, that he would stop being that cruel, grumpy ogre, and that after kissing him, he would transform. She closed her eyes, silently calling herself an idiot.The next morning, Lison got out of bed. He wasn’t going to work that day, but his habit of waking up early was deeply ingrained. He glanced at Libia, who was still asleep with her mouth slightly open. He exhaled heavily, grabb

Libia accepted the proposal, as she had no other choice.Tiodor informed her that everything would be handled as a police rescue by the São Paulo authorities. He repeated to her hundreds of times what she was supposed to say:"You came to meet with me, but something came up. My secretary couldn't reach you, and your phone’s signal was lost since you were abroad. You left the restaurant, and some men approached you. When you woke up, you were in a room. They kept you locked up, waiting to take you out of the country. When you thought everything was over, one night the police stormed the house, rescued you, and immediately recognized you as Libia Musso, the girl who had been reported missing."Libia took a deep breath, recalling Lison’s instructions. At least she would return home. She looked around at the four walls that had once been her prison but had quickly come to feel like home. Outside, she felt uneasy, and ironically, here, she had found a sense of peace. Someone knocked on the

Tiodor Lison left the projection office, making sure his zipper was up. He inhaled deeply, holding the air for a few seconds before exhaling through his mouth, feeling humiliated. He had lost control over a pair of pretty eyes, falling for her charms at the slightest provocation, like a lust-driven animal. He caught his reflection in one of the windows: *pathetic*. Wiping the excess sweat from his forehead with one hand, he walked out of Musso Enterprises with firm steps.Libia hid in the employees' bathroom, her mind spinning. She had gotten involved with Lison again, and it was insane. She wasn’t a captive anymore; she was free. Yet she had willingly surrendered to that monster."You're an idiot," she whispered to herself as tears slipped from her eyes.She was undeniably in love with him, but a small voice in her head screamed that she was crazy."I'm sick. I need help," she encouraged herself, standing up from the toilet, where she had only sat to reflect.As she left, she looked

“I know,” the young woman responded after a while, “but I can’t end my alliance with Mr. Lison. I signed some documents…”“There’s a way to invalidate that,” said Elena, now a bit calmer.Libia shrugged.“Talk to him and tell him you’ve reconsidered and are no longer interested in his proposal. If he’s so eager to partner with Musso Enterprises, he can deal directly with me.”“Alright…” the young woman replied in a barely audible voice.“For the first time, I’m grateful my brother isn’t here anymore.” Elena studied her niece’s face carefully. “You can’t imagine the sadness he would feel seeing what you’ve become.”Libia’s eyes widened, slowly processing what she had just heard.“You’re nothing but promiscuous. There’s no one more pathetic than those who have to pay for love. You don’t uphold our family name. You’re a failure!”Libia felt a sharp pain in her chest. For a moment, she imagined her father delivering those words.“I’m sorry,” she apologized, lowering her gaze.Elena said n

Two weeks later...Libia reflected on what had happened the night before. It had been like a date—Lison-style, of course, which meant twisted and strange. The young woman checked her phone, and just as she suspected, there was a message from Tiodor, saying he was heading back to São Paulo but wanted to see her before he left. Her chest tightened. The man had proven to be quite unstable, and maybe a week ago, she could have walked away and acted as if nothing had happened. But now, she felt like he had seeped into every pore of her body. It was no longer just about sex. Being with him was complicated, but staying away felt like real torture. They didn’t have a real relationship; the closest term would be "bedmates." For her foolish heart, that was enough. He wasn’t romantic, and after being together, he always reiterated his plans for revenge, yet despite it all, that fluttering in her stomach remained.With trembling hands, she picked up her phone again, this time dialing his number.