Lahat ng Kabanata ng CRUEL ROMANCE: MR. LANGSTON'S OBSESSION: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

TESSA"Can I see him?" Mrs. Mercier's voice is barely above a whisper."Yes, but I need to prepare you. Please don't appear weak or frightened in front of him when he wakes up. His face is quite disfigured right now, and I don't want you to lose hope when you see him." The doctor's words are gentle yet honest, preparing us for what we're about to witness. "He's passed through the most dangerous phase, but he'll be sedated for several more days while his body begins to heal.""Will his face be permanently scarred?" The question comes out as a broken whisper, and I can see Mrs. Mercier bracing herself for the answer."I'm afraid so. The wounds were quite deep, and there will be lasting damage."The casual way he delivers that devastating news makes me want to scream. Ramon's beautiful, kind face will never be the same and I'm becoming more convinced by the minute that it's because of me."Doctor, can I see him too?" I step forward, needing to see Ramon with my own eyes, to witness the d

TESSAMy eyes snap open and my entire body tremble uncontrollably.My legs shake so violently I can barely remain standing, and my heart pounds with such force I think it might burst from my chest.I want desperately to run, to scream, to fight back with everything I have, but I can't move a single muscle. Fear has completely paralyzed me.I know I won't be able to fight him successfully. I never have been able to.His strong arms wrap around my waist possessively, and I feel his face buried in my hair.He sighs deeply as he inhales the scent, as if he's savoring a fine wine before pressing his lips close to my ear. "How long did you think you could run from me, angel? Have you missed me?" He whispers.I can't say anything. My panic is so overwhelming that I'm screaming internally with pure terror, but no sound will come from my throat.No! I would rather die than go back to him.He seems to sense my silent defiance and his hands tighten around me possessively. "I thought you were br

BLAZE~Flashback~I watch her closely during high society gatherings, studying the way she moves through conversations with the other wealthy wives. She possesses a natural elegance and charm that captivates everyone around her.Tessa is an exceptional hostess, welcoming guests with perfect courtesy while maintaining the refined manners I demand of her. If she does anything that displeases me during these events, I never hesitate to voice my criticism firmly once we return home.The moment our eyes connect across the crowded room, I feel that familiar surge of possessiveness wash over me.When she notices my focused gaze on her, she turns fully to face me. A shy smile spreads across her beautiful features, lighting up her entire face with warmth. However, I deliberately maintain my serious, intimidating expression. Her smile falters immediately, and she lowers her face with a characteristic modesty I have trained into her over the months of our marriage.From her defeated facial expre

TESSAThe journey fills me with overwhelming anxiety as I try to guess where we're going.I watch the landscape change outside. We seem to get further and further from the busy city until I notice the familiar airport through the window.We soon landed smoothly.I try desperately to stay calm, even though I have no desire to face whatever reality awaits me.Blaze unbuckles my seatbelt and practically drags me toward the exit! As the private jet door opens, my nerves get much worse.I tremble uncontrollably while waiting with both curiosity and terror for what might happen next.I carefully walk down the metal stairs, stumbling slightly as Blaze pulls me along without any consideration for my balance.He puts me in the back seat of a waiting luxury car while he sits in the front passenger seat next to the driver.A thick partition separates us completely, making it impossible for me to see or hear their conversation.The car's windows are heavily tinted and obviously armored! Although

TESSABlaze rises above me with overwhelming force, blocking out what little light filters into this hell and more slaps rain down on my face mercilessly.My screams echo through the night, but the louder I cry out, the more intense his violence becomes.The sound seems to fuel his rage rather than satisfy it.My pain reaches its absolute peak, and when I feel I can't absorb any more punishment, he stops for one terrifying moment, like he's savoring a temporary break.Then he starts unfastening his pants with deliberate slowness, and I simply don't have the strength left to resist him.My body has gone limp from shock and exhaustion, every muscle screaming in protest. This is the moment I feared most, the inevitable conclusion to his twisted reunion fantasy."Let me see what I've been missing for an entire year!" His cold words are exactly like a knife stabbing directly into my heart.The casual way he speaks, like I'm an object he's been temporarily deprived of, makes bile rise in my