All Chapters of My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2]: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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10. Daddy!!

ROSEI stepped into the conference hall with deliberate slowness, my heels echoing sharply against the marble floor. The room fell into an immediate, suffocating silence, except for the shrill voice of the one woman I had come here to confront and put a stop to her stupidity. The same one who had dared to call my child a bastard.“The meeting was scheduled twenty minutes ago,” Mrs Singh announced, smug and condescending.I offered her a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “I’m aware. I was running late… intentionally.”Gasps flickered across the room, and I could see as confusion clouded their carefully schooled expressions. But I didn’t care for their judgment. I wasn’t here to be liked. I was here to remind them who the hell I was.Before anyone could question me, I spoke again, my voice as sharp as broken glass. “I just stumbled upon an interesting rumor today. Or should I say, a steaming pile of bullshit?”I saw it immediately. The way spines stiffened, chairs creaked, and throats we

11. Tit for tat

ROSE “Rose, Michael is here!” Pops called from downstairs.Leaning out of the attic, I shouted back, “Tell him to wait!”“You’ve been holed up there for two hours. You need to eat something,” he grumbled. I could almost hear his displeasure in his voice, followed by the familiar lecture about how I should be taking better care of myself— for the baby’s sake.I knew it by heart by now. Every item on Pops’ to-do list for a healthy pregnancy had been carved into my brain like commandments.After taking back control of my life, well, at least pretending like I had, I’d finally been able to make a decision without falling apart over him. Okay, that was a lie. But at least I wasn’t sobbing anymore. Not all the time.I had called Pops.The moment he picked up, his voice had exploded through the receiver, laced with fury, fear, and pain. He berated me for not calling, for keeping everything from him. And then, in the same breath, he had asked me if I was safe. That was Pops, anger and love,

12. Do you have a wife?

RYAN“Daddy, do you think it’s bad if I hit someone?” Ana asked from the passenger seat, her eyes fixed on the Rubik’s cube in her lap.As her question registered in my mind, I went rigid. Completely, utterly rigid.God, I loved this little girl with every part of me. I’d lay down my life without question if it ever came to that. She was brilliant, beautiful, and only eight. But sometimes… sometimes she made my heart race in all the wrong ways. Like now.I swear the guy upstairs was having a grand laugh at my expense. Every damn woman He ever sent into my life had made it a little more hellish. And now, He’d sent me Ana, with all the fire and unpredictability of those women rolled into one tiny, terrifying package.I was afraid to ask, but apparently, I enjoyed living on the edge. “Who did you hit, Precious?”“Oh, no one,” she replied, nonchalantly clicking the final color into place before placing the solved cube back into the console. But I heard the silent yet.I tried again. “Who

13. Full of Yearning

RYAN “Ryan!!” My daughter turned first, but even before I looked, I already knew who it was. Shaking my head at my terrible luck, I turned around, only to be immediately enveloped in a hug that reeked of Chanel. “Allison,” I greeted tightly. “Oh, how are you doing? I hope you’re feeling better than the last time.” She leaned in and whispered dramatically, “And rest assured, I haven’t told anyone about your wife.” I clenched my jaw as I felt small fingers tighten around mine. But before I could say anything, my not-so-innocent daughter chimed in. “Hi, I’m Anayaah.” Then she proceeded to deliberately look at Alison from head to toe which prompted the woman to stand straight under my little daughter’s scrutiny and her hands went to her hair, nervously. I wonder where my eight year old daughter learned to have this effect on people. Sometimes, she makes me afraid. “Hello, Anayaah.” Alison said sweetly, extending her hand for my daughter to shake. Ana just looked at her ha

14. Welcome to New York

ROSE“Rose!!”I turned left, my stomach still churning from the hellish flight. Eight weeks pregnant and I hadn’t gotten any morning sickness up until now.But apparently as soon as we were high up in the air to New York, the tiny Ryan xerox inside me decided to throw a midair tantrum just as the turbulence hit. My first time flying and I was already cursing the man responsible for both the baby and the nausea.I hate Ryan Johnson.“Rose! Rose!” Arjun’s voice cut through the crowd, his hand flailing like a madman’s. The grin on his face was wide enough to split his head in two.“He looks a little unhinged,” Michael murmured beside me.I elbowed him sharply. “He’s just happy to see me.”“Of course, that’s why you gave him a heads-up, huh?” he replied dryly.I ignored him as we reached Arjun, who immediately crushed me in a bear hug. His cologne was spicy, too strong, and paired with my queasy stomach, it nearly pushed me over the edge. I held my breath so I wouldn’t have to search fo

15. Reclaim the power

ROSE“Are you sure?” Michael asked again, his voice laced with concern.I grabbed the silk robe draped over the chair and walked toward the bathroom. “Yup.” The word left my mouth with more confidence than I felt. Truth was, I wasn’t sure. Not even a little. I was a mess—tightly coiled on the inside, like every breath I took might be the one that made me shatter.I shut the door behind me and looked in the mirror. And faced the reality. I let my eyes wander over my body with critical eyes. Cataloguing my shortcomings. Every flaw, every curve, every imperfection catalogued under harsh, unforgiving lights.And my mind went back to the scene I created not too long ago.----“You..” The director had laughed mockingky. Then turning to his crew he'd said, “This almost size eight is here to shoot the 'End of Summer'.” Some of them laughed with him and some of them looked at me with sympathy in their eyes. Only the assistant director and his shadow had stayed silent. They knew who I was. Th

16. Body prep?!

ROSE "Tell me, Winter, how long do you think, it'll take my husband to see this video and come here?” I asked, almost giddy with the idea of seeing him again. Winter studied me for a second. Maybe she thought I was unhinged. Then, as if she somehow understood—though I doubt she really did—she said with a small smile, “Not long, Ma’am. They’re playing that video on every news channel. And if I may say… you looked awesome firing that douchebag.” I raised an eyebrow at her choice of words, and as she opened the trailer door, she added quickly, “Let’s just say no one liked him.”"I'd be surprised if anyone did."When we entered the trailer, I was immediately assaulted by a mixture of scents—vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, mint. It smelled more like a candy store than a beauty salon. “Hi, Ma’am. I’m Jess. I’ll be helping you through the body prep.” Jess was a middle-aged woman with a few white strands in her hair that gave her a graceful, distinguished air. She introduced me to the re

17. She is here!

RYAN “What the fuck?” I growled, lurching upright and swinging blindly, fists clenched and heart pounding like I’d woken mid-fight, which, honestly, wouldn’t have been a surprise.It was becoming a sick routine- me blacking out, waking up in chaos, and my best friend Arjun playing wake-the-damaged-lunatic. But today? The bastard had taken it up a notch. He’d dumped an entire tray of what felt like Arctic ice water all over me.I flinched as another ice cube slid down my back and landed with a thud in my lap. “You son of a bitch,” I muttered, glaring at Arjun who stood beside the bed, smugly placing the ice tray on the nightstand like he hadn’t just woken me up with the least favorite method in enitew human race.“How many did you fight this time?” he asked, tossing a towel at my face.“Two,” I grunted, pressing the towel to my throbbing face. The edge grazed my split lip and the swollen temple, making me wince.“Well… that’s one hell of a way to be welcomed back to New York,” drawled

18. Hello, lioness...

ROSEI pulled on the scraps of fabric that passed as my outfit and wrapped a robe tightly around myself. Winter appeared at the door, announcing that everything was ready—they were waiting for me. Just before we stepped out of the trailer, she held out a file.I gave her a questioning look.“It’s the standard contract. Already signed by the model,” she replied.I took the pen from her and scribbled my signature, wanting to get it over with. God, I wish I had just stormed into his office and fired him on the spot. That would’ve been fun. But I wasn’t even sure I had that kind of authority. I only owned fifty-one shares of the Indian branch. After I signed the contract, she led me to the sea shore where the sand was wet under my feet and the tides were coming and going, touching my feet that were wrapped in sparkling gold Louboutin heels.The girls from earlier returned, adjusting my hair and patting down invisible creases. I felt like a doll, poked, polished, posed. I swear if after a

19. I'm the Prey

ROSE “Hello, lioness…”Every syllable that came out of his mouth was like a promise. A rough caress on my agitated nerves. My knees buckled and involuntarily, I leaned into him. I felt him groan more than I heard it, coming from deep within his chest as he pressed into me from behind. “Fuck!” he hissed, and his grip on my breasts turned punishing. His fingers dug into my skin like claws claiming prey. My nipples hardened under his calloused palms, a maddening friction that sent fire licking down my spine.“Sir, if you’d just turn around with Ma’am—” Jess’s voice pierced through the fog in my brain, too calm for the storm brewing inside me.He didn’t move. Not yet. Instead, he leaned in, his mouth brushing my ear, his breath a promise laced in danger. “It seems I have to teach you a lesson, lioness. The first one in our story…” His palms flattened against my flesh, dragging me with him as he turned me toward the waiting camera crew and the scattering few who dared to look. His hol

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