Semua Bab Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The rain didn’t stop as the car climbed the final hill. Ivy watched it streak sideways across the tinted window like it had been crying for hours. She hadn’t. Not yet.The gate was taller than it needed to be. Black iron tipped with points, automated, and utterly silent as it creaked open to let them in. The driveway curved through thick trees, clean gravel laid down like it had never seen a single footstep.She didn’t remember the crash. She remembered the silence after. The paperwork. The voices that buzzed around her like insects. Lawyers, bankers A and then the final name no one wanted to explain.Victor Maddox.Her new legal guardian.The man who never came to the funeral, never sent condolences, never made a call. He just signed the papers and claimed her.Ivy was nineteen. Old enough to make her own decisions. But when your parents die without a proper will, and you’re still in college with no money of your own, you don’t get choices. You get transferred. Like an object.The c

The next morning didn’t bring sunlight. Only a pale, dull glow seeped through the tall windows, soft as breath, offering no warmth. Silence clung to Ivy like a second skin. It wasn’t the kind of quiet that brought peace. It pressed against her ribs and whispered that nothing about her life was going back to normal.She hadn’t dreamed, or if she had, the memory of it dissolved by the time she opened her eyes. What remained was soreness in strange places—her thighs, the side of her neck, and a tension curled so tightly in her belly it pulsed with every heartbeat. She could still feel where he had touched her, where he had not. Victor hadn’t come to her room again after the kiss. He hadn’t touched her since the moment he left her kneeling and aching.But he had done something far worse.He had planted the hunger and then left it to grow.She told herself it was anger. Frustration. A bruised sense of power. A wounded ego. But even as she slid from the bed, dressed in soft cotton, and caug

The afternoon light through the tall windows cast pale, shifting patterns across the dark floor. But inside the training room, everything felt stiller. Sharper. As if the walls themselves were waiting to witness what would unfold next.Ivy stood in the center of the room, naked but no longer trembling. Her skin still carried the sheen of sweat, the faint burn of discipline, the echo of the vibrator’s denial. Her breath was unsteady, her nipples flushed and firm, her legs weak from what had already been done to her body. And yet, the worst part was not what had happened.It was how deeply she had wanted it.Victor stood behind her. One hand rested gently on her lower back, his fingers curving like a man staking his claim on property that had just been surveyed, measured, and branded.“You stood through it,” he said. His voice was quiet, controlled, and impossibly low. “You absorbed every edge of pain and didn’t fall. That shows promise. But promise is not the same as possession.”Her e

Victor hadn’t come home in three days. The silence in the penthouse had become a living thing. Not peaceful. Not still. Just suffocating in its emptiness. It clung to the walls and pressed into the corners like smoke, curling under the doors and settling in her lungs. Ivy sat curled on the edge of the living room chaise, a book open across her lap. The pages were tilted toward the light, but her eyes had long since stopped reading. The words no longer made sense. They drifted in front of her, meaningless shapes and hollow dialogue. Every sound in the apartment seemed louder now. The hum of the elevator shaft three floors down. The faint tick of the antique clock on the wall. The occasional whisper of a breeze where the balcony door didn’t quite seal. Even the silence between those sounds carried weight. It pressed against her like judgment. She had moved through the day as if sedated. She had showered, dressed, fixed her hair, made herself tea she hadn’t touched. The routine h

She didn’t know how long she sat there after the door shut behind him. The room still smelled like sex. Her body still pulsed with the memory of his hands, his mouth, his voice. The bed was a mess beneath her. The sheets were torn from the mattress, her dress wrinkled around her hips, her thighs still trembling from the aftershocks of him. But he was gone. No explanation. No apology. Not even a look back. She stared at the door, waiting for it to open again. Waiting for the sound of his footsteps returning. Waiting for something. Anything. But nothing came. The silence wasn’t just stillness. It was abandonment. It was the kind of silence that whispered in your ears and told you the truth that you were not worth staying for. That the moment had passed and it hadn’t meant the same thing to both of you. Ivy slowly sat up. Her hair clung to her skin. Her body ached, inside and out. She tried to fix her dress, but her hands felt useless, her fingers numb. Everything in her fe