All Chapters of My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2]: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ROSE “Now… tell me, Wife... Who do you belong to?”That same question had been asked the first time he’d had me. The time when he took my virginity. I smirked and shook my head. He smiled back, a predatory gleam flashing in his dark grey eyes as if knew how my mind works and what I wanted.“Have you forgotten?” he asked, pushing his pants down and baring himself to my greedy gaze. His long, thick, veiny cock sprang free and I swallowed hard. Even though I’d had him inside me so many times, it still amazed me that something so big could fit inside me.“Maybe. It’s been some time since anyone claimed me.”I didn’t see his hand move until it was around my throat, squeezing so tightly my lungs begged for air.A second passed. Then two.A minute passed. Then two.He didn’t relent, and I remembered the time in the hospital when he had done something similar. “Who do you belong to?” he asked again, his voice raspy, in control, calculating.I shook my head. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t a

RYAN Ever wanted to punch every single bastard who dared to look at you?Oh, believe me— it’s a thing. And right now, I’m living it.All I wanted in this moment was to lay out every wrinkled face in this conference room. They sat there, smug in their overpriced suits, acting like they had the right to counter my demands.I fucking own this company. From the age of nineteen, I was the one pouring over every project, every detail, building my father’s business into what it is today. I worked day and night to make this empire thrive, while these old leeches clung to their measly shares, sucking profit out of the company like ticks. They think I’m here to fulfill their wishes? If it weren’t for the damn contract they signed with my father, I’d have kicked them out years ago. And I will, I just need time.“Mr. Ryan, according to the contract signed by that model, the company has every right to publish her photos in the upcoming magazine,” someone spoke up, dragging me out of my thoughts.

ROSE “What are you talking about?” I asked as I took a step toward him, but stopped when he gave me a look that said clearly that I should keep my distance. After a beat, his shoulders slumped, the tension bleeding out of him, and he sank into one of the chairs. “He had an affair with my mother.” His voice was raw, stripped of its usual iron. “My father never knew that his closest business partner— his best friend— was also fucking his wife.” I flinched at the cruelty of his words, but he kept going, relentless. “My mother cheated on my father with that fucker, and now he implemented that all Indian women, that you…” I couldn’t stay away. I walked to him, sat down beside him, and tentatively slid my hand into his. “But I’m not your mother, Ryan. I’m your lioness…” He looked at me then, his fingers curled around mine, and he brought my hand to his lips. “Yes, you are mine,” he murmured. His wild eyes softened a little bit, though the storm still lingered. “I’m sorry

RYAN “Please, Grandma, just this once…” I said into my phone, pressing the heel of my palm to my forehead. “Just this once?” My grandmother’s voice came sharp and clear, cutting through the static like tempered glass. “You’re asking me to lie to an innocent girl who left her own country, her own home, to be with you.” Even at twenty-eight, her words made my ears burn. That was Pearl Johnson for you—unyielding, razor-sharp, and impossible to manipulate. You’d think, after the Indian daughter-in-law who betrayed her son, she’d hate the idea of welcoming another Indian woman into her house. But no. She was still protecting Rose from me. “Grandma, I haven’t told her yet. If she finds out before I do, she’ll—” “Hate you. Leave you. And you’d deserve it.” Her huff of breath carried through the line. “It should have been the first thing you told her when you got involved. If not then, then now, the moment she set foot here.” She wasn’t wrong. She wasn’t saying anything I didn’t al

ROSESoom we were seated for dinner and Ryan and his grandfather quickly fell into a discussion about business, and I was genuinely glad to see how much his grandpa cared about what Ryan was doing with his company. From their conversation, I gathered that Ryan’s grandfather had nothing to do with Ryan’s business ventures—he actually owned a wine company, along with several vineyards in different locations.While Ryan stayed busy with his grandpa, I talked to his grandma. She was an incredibly sweet lady with a fondness for children. She told me how they’d tried for years to have a baby before finally being blessed with Ryan’s father, their only child. They’d been ecstatic when Ryan came along. The only disappointment, she admitted candidly, was the daughter-in-law they ended up with. Seeing my wary expression, Grandma laughed softly and assured me that, unlike Ryan, she didn’t believe all Indian women were the same.“Here…” Grandpa’s voice made me look up—and my stomach bottomed out w