All Chapters of My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2]: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

RYAN This woman. So excruciatingly beautiful. Brave. And right now? Absolutely fucking furious. And did I say beautiful? Goddamn it. I can’t even think with her this close. She unmakes me in ways I don’t have words for. No logic. No reason. Just a hollow ache that only she could fill—and lately, that hollow had become a goddamn void. And while she screamed and accused and bled her fury all over me, all I could do was stand there… watching. Listening. Taking all her rage. Because I deserved every ounce of her wrath. Every pointed word. Every tear she fought not to shed. I didn’t even want to close my eyes afraid that she’d disappear. And, I knew I deserved every bit of her condemnation. __ When I had exited the car I was attacked with the paparazzi and media, they had surrounded me like swarm of the bees. “Mr. Ryan, do you have anything to say about your wife?” “Is it true that she's Indian?” “Is she really going to be featured in your next RK fashion magazine?”

ROSE The moment Michael opened the hotel suite, I rushed to the bathroom and locked myself inside. And then, I had a long, messy conversation… with the toilet. “Rose?” Michael’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Not now, Michael,” I groaned, slumping onto the cool floor tiles. “Just tell me you’re okay.” I’m not. I’m not okay. How could I be? It took every ounce of strength I had to walk away from him. Every fiber of my being screamed to run back, to stay, to hold him, but I didn’t. And I don’t even understand how he did it, how he left me behind and managed to live with it. Because walking away from him felt like cutting off a part of my soul. “Rose…” Michael tried again, gentler this time. “Michael, please. I know you care about me, and I appreciate that, I really do… but just... leave me alone for a moment." I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I didn’t look like someone who had just won. Not at all. I didn’t feel victorious. I didn’t fee

RYAN “Why are you here? Don't you have somewhere to run off to?” As soon as the words left her mouth, I watched the guilty look that creeped up on her face and the wince she tried to hide. I rubbed a hand down my face, I was at a loss here. I didn't have a first clue to how to make her understand that I had made a mistake by leaving her, and I was not going to repeat that mistake. Because at every turn she refused to listen to me. I had spent the whole night pacing about my house, and at one point, I had even started to clean it. Collecting the bottles. Hiding the antidepressants. Removing every trace of my negligence. I was so restless. I felt so alone all of a sudden, but for once I hadn’t tried to drink my loneliness, instead I had gone to my daughter’s room. There, I had sat down with her picture in my hand. And, surprisingly sleep had come much easier. It had only made me realise that even though I had left Rose behind for the sake of my daughter, to be with my daughter,

RYAN The moment Rose agreed to meet me, I hadn’t done anything else except to think about what would I say and do to make her understand. I couldn’t just tell her that the reason I had left her was my eight years older daughter. Could I? Only if I wanted to die a cold merciless at the hands of my beautiful, fierce wife. Yeah, no thank you.I just have to find a right way and right time to tell her about it. And, hope that—“Daddy?” I stopped short on the sidewalk to the café. When I turned around, I found my Angel coming toward me with my grandfather in tow. “Hey, Precious, what are you doing here?” I asked, crouching down as she came to hug me. “Cupcakes…” She shrugged, showing me the brown bag she was holding. And, then with a look in her eyes that always managed to make me wary, she asked, “What are you doing here?”I looked at my grandfather, who was as helpful as ever for he added, “Answer her.”“I am here for a meeting.” I said, without looking at her. How could you lie t

ROSE"On your knees, Ryan.”His grey eyes widened just barely before he laughed. His deep throaty voice filled the empty café and all I wanted to do in that moment was to crawl in his lap and put my lips on top of his and kiss him, satiate the hunger inside me for my husband. His lower lip was no longer bruised, the faint purpling near his eye had faded but I could still see the shadows under his eyes and this time sitting across him, not blinded with rage, I noticed the sharpness of his jaw and the perfect fit of his shirt. He had lost weight, I realised, but still he looked unfairly beautiful, still dangerous and unreasonably devastating in that fitted shirt that stretched across broad shoulders and muscled chest like it was made for him.I remembered how those muscles felt against me in the trailer.Don’t go there. Don’t fucking go there.Oh god. I hated how much I wanted him.“Why doesn’t it surprise me, my lioness?” he said with a crooked grin that screamed of pride and possessi