All Chapters of Wrapped in rosary (Book 1 of Holy trinity series) : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The world around me was a cacophony of chaos. I pressed my hands harder against my ears, the screams of pain succeeding, not stopping, a dreadful symphony that I prayed would end. I wished for a miracle, for all the souls who left this world today to find their way to heaven.After what felt like an eternity later, I heard the tell-tale clicking of boots approaching me. I flinched, instinctively pulling away, a stark contrast to the way I'd been clinging to him just moments before."Let's go to our room," he said, his voice a low whisper, almost as if he were soothing a child. The old Stella—the one who existed before this nightmare—would've snapped at him for that tone. But that Stella was gone, replaced by a terrified woman who felt a fear so profound it eclipsed everything else. He sighed, a sound of slight impatience. "You're my wife, Stella. I'll never hurt you... not unless you betray me." He shrugged, the gesture so casual it was sickening. "And unless we're fucking, but that'

The woman Ryker had shot lay on the floor in a sickening, crimson pool, and the sight sent a fresh wave of paralyzing terror through me. I wasn't just afraid; I was utterly petrified, a statue carved from sheer dread. Here, in this place, I had no power, no space to deny Ryker anything. I was a puppet, and he held all the strings. I had to follow his every demand or risk facing the same gruesome fate as the woman at our feet. Last night, in a fit of rage, I had foolishly claimed I didn't care if he killed me. But now, faced with this horrific reality, my bravado has evaporated. My anger was a distant memory, replaced by a cold, trembling fear that went bone-deep."Come with me," Ryker commanded, but he didn't wait for me to move. Instead, he scooped me up into his arms as if I weighed nothing at all. I struggled, my hands pushing weakly against his chest, a pathetic protest against his sheer strength. My pleas were a desperate, useless whisper, falling on ears that were deaf to anyth

"For the Capo's room, our team of eight maids were handpicked by Alexa, the housekeeper of this mansion," Rosie said nervously, her voice barely a whisper. As if on cue, the doors to the room were thrown open with a bang, and a beautiful woman in her thirties stormed in, her face twisted in a scowl. Her eyes burned daggers through Rosie, who let out a startled yelp and scurried away into the bathroom.The leather whip she held in her hand made her look even more intimidating. When her sharp gaze fell on me, I instinctively took a few steps back. "Donna," she greeted me, a polite word that was completely at odds with the sneer on her lips."What's your name?" I asked, trying to sound a little less terrified.Her scowl deepened as she looked me up and down, a slow, appraising stare that made me feel small. "Macy Loraine," she finally replied, "I'm one of the four housekeepers, and my duty is to manage the maids."She paused, and I gave a hesitant nod for her to continue."The Capo sent

My disgusted grimace was a mask I barely controlled, but his next move was what truly made my skin crawl. He licked his fingers clean, a slow, deliberate act that felt like a personal insult, a vulgar claim on the air, on everything in this room. My stomach churned, the small meal I’d been forced to eat threatening to come back up.“You’re disgusting,” I growled, the words a bitter taste in my mouth. “I thought you couldn’t sink any lower than forcefully marrying me, but you just stamped on my dignity as if it meant nothing.” A sickening realization dawned on me, and I felt a million phantom bugs crawling over every inch of my skin he had touched. He wasn't just a monster; he was a predator who reveled in the fear he inspired, in the utter helplessness of his victims.My outburst made the maids stiffen, their faces pale with terror. They looked at me as if I had just signed my own death warrant for speaking the truth. And if it came to that, so be it. This time, it wasn't just my ra

Meanwhile, Ryker sauntered into the attached bathroom, a cheerful tune escaping his lips as if he'd just had the best day of his life. The sound of the shower turning on was a stark, jarring contrast to the tense silence that had settled in the room, and the water ran for an agonizingly long time.When he finally emerged, a wave of cold dread washed over me, instantly dissolving all the calming thoughts and self-consolation I'd spent the last hour meticulously building. The memory of what had happened before he left flooded back, and my carefully constructed composure vanished in a puff of smoke. My scowl deepened as I remembered how this monster had violated me.“Hello there, kitten,” he purred, a taunting smirk playing on his lips. He jumped onto the bed with the uncivilized grace of a monkey. Calling him a monkey felt like the highest praise one could give him; he was so much worse. With a face like a hyena and a personality as venomous as a toad, there wasn't a single animal in the