All Chapters of Insanely insane : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The morning sun had barely climbed high when Aariz left the mansion for the first time after bringing Timtim into his world. She was still asleep in his bed, her hair spilled across his pillow, her soft breathing lingering in his ears as if it were tattooed into his skull. For the first time in years, Aariz left his home with a heaviness in his chest.Inside his sleek black car, windows tinted darker than night, he leaned back in the leather seat and closed his eyes for a moment. He should have been preparing himself for the day ahead—contracts to sign, territories to manage, enemies to watch—but his mind was stubbornly stuck on her.She was mine. Finally mine.The way she had looked at him in the kitchen replayed again and again—wide-eyed, lips parted, trembling but unable to resist. His fingers twitched at the memory of how tightly she had clutched his arm, her soft whimper echoing in his veins like an addiction he couldn’t cure. A slow growl rose from his throat, and his driver fl

Slowly, he peeled the dress away, letting it slide down her body. His hungry eyes drank her in — the delicate curve of her collarbones, the flawless stretch of her vanilla-toned skin, the rise and fall of her chest beneath lace. His thumb brushed over a beauty mark near her neckline, pausing there as though it was a secret only he was allowed to touch.“Every inch of you…” he murmured hoarsely, his voice roughened by lust, “…belongs to me.”His hands roamed lower, tracing the gentle dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, the softness of her thighs. Each detail made his obsession burn hotter — the tiny mole near her ribcage, the faint shiver of her skin under his palms, the fullness of her lips already swollen from his kiss.When her dress finally pooled on the floor, Aariz stepped back, his chest rising and falling as if he’d been starved for this sight. His eyes traveled down her body claded in power blue lacy panty and bra, like a worshiper at an altar, admiring her curves, the

The pale morning light filtered through the long curtains of the bedroom, soft and golden, warming the cold room where silence had settled like a curse. Timtim was curled up on the floor, her hair tangled around her tear-stained face, her body still in her bra and panties, arms folded tight around herself as if to guard the little dignity she had left. The floor had left marks on her delicate skin, and her eyes were swollen from crying through the night. She looked fragile, almost doll-like, broken in ways words couldn’t capture.Aariz had fallen asleep on the couch in the other room, the bitter smell of alcohol and cigarettes still clinging to him. His head pounded, but the ache in his chest was far worse. He woke with a start, flashes of her tearful eyes and trembling pleas haunting him like shards of glass in his mind.He hated himself. He hated the way she had begged, the way her voice cracked as she whispered, “Please, Aariz… don’t… I can’t…” The sound of her whimpers replayed ov

Timtim sat stiffly in the black SUV, her hands trembling even though Aariz had them clasped firmly. The memory of rough hands dragging her toward the carousel, the flash of knives, the sharp cry that had escaped her throat— it all still lingered like smoke in her lungs.Her eyes kept darting to Aariz. He was silent, his jaw clenched so tight that a nerve pulsed in his temple. The way he hadn’t spoken a word since he pulled her out from that chaos terrified her more than the attack itself.The SUV came to a halt in a dimly lit alley. Aariz threw the door open and stepped out. “Stay here,” he ordered, his voice low, cutting, final.Timtim swallowed. “Aariz… wh-where are we? Please, let’s just go home—”But he had already shut the door, his broad back moving toward a warehouse where two of his men had dragged in the captured assailants. The sound of chains rattling carried out into the night.Timtim’s heart thudded. Against her own fear, she slipped out of the SUV and edged closer, her a

The mansion had grown eerily quiet after the chaos of the night. Servants moved like shadows, afraid of being seen, afraid of being heard. Somewhere in the west wing, in the study room, Aariz sat alone, his back pressed deep into the leather chair, the dim golden light of a single lamp pooling across his desk. Papers lay scattered, his glass of whiskey half-empty, the sharp scent of alcohol mixing with the bitter tang of smoke. But the silence wasn’t silence at all. Not for him. It was filled with a voice. Ishtiyaq’s voice. Every word from that call played over and over in his mind, taunting him like a cruel melody. "she will leave you herself once she sees the monster you really are." The words bled into his thoughts like poison. He slammed his fist against the desk, the glass rattling dangerously, but no matter how many times he tried to shake it off, it came back. The same sentence, the same mockery. Like a broken record stuck on the most painful line. "She will leav