Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fated love: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

‎Seeing his action, she started panicking struggling with all her might but she couldn't fight him as his strength is far stronger than her.‎‎Seeing her struggling, he throw her to the bed, removing his trouser as he use his belt to tigh her hand he turn her back to him, as he thrust inside her pussy forcefully making her screaming.‎‎She was in so much pain, as he roughly raped her," please let me go," she cry in pain and agony, feeling uncomfortable.‎‎Hearing her cry make him fastened his pace as he ravage her pussy, changing different position.‎‎She cry so hard, want to struggle but he continue with his actions, later she started feeling her eyes rolling back until she black out.‎‎Feeling her body motion he thought she was pretending, but later he see blood coming from her virginal, which is different from last night, he thought this shouldn't happen as he have already break her hymen last night, remove his member that was now surrounded with blood from her virginal," Cla

‎The call ended in Claire’s hand like a small, deflated balloon. She slipped the phone into her purse and scanned the parking lot with automatic attention, the way people do after a long conversation — half present, half already somewhere else. He moved before she had a chance to step away. “Wait here. I’ll bring the car,” Edward said, voice low and sure as he started toward the vehicle.‎‎Claire remained where she was, heels planted on the concrete, watching his silhouette cross the lot. The evening light cut the world into flat planes of shadow and gold; the hum of distant traffic thrummed underfoot. She traced the path of his back, the familiar way he walked that had always made her stomach code-switch between comfort and something like dread. She imagined the door scraping shut, the engine purring to life — the small choreography of them leaving, together.‎‎A voice broke the imagined script.‎‎“Claire!” It was bright, surprised — warm. She turned and saw Andrew striding toward

Meanwhile, somewhere across the city, the night stretched long and quiet, interrupted only by the rhythmic hum of engines and the distant echoes of nightlife fading into the early hours. Ava, the younger sister of Caroline, steered her sleek white car down the empty boulevard. The streetlights painted fleeting golden stripes across her windshield as she drove, her hair still slightly damp from the heat of the crowded clubhouse. The faint scent of champagne clung to her like a secret, mingling with the vanilla perfume she had sprayed before leaving.‎‎She hummed softly to the music playing on her car stereo, her mood still buoyant from celebrating her long-awaited college graduation. Her parents had been expecting her that night — her mother had called three times already, telling her not to stay out too late. She smiled at the memory, her mind drifting to what her future might hold — perhaps a job, maybe travel, maybe even love.‎‎Then, without warning, a shadow darted across the ro

She began to feel her heartbeat rise, thundering against her ribs like a warning drum. Fear crept up her spine, making her throat dry and her palms sweat. In her panic, she blurted out without thinking, “Just because I touched you a little, you’re making a big deal out of nothing!”The words left her mouth before she could stop them. The moment they hung in the air, her breath caught. Realizing what she had just said, her eyes widened in disbelief. She instantly wished she could take them back. Slowly, she looked up, meeting his eyes — those sharp, cold eyes that could freeze the air itself. His gaze was steady, emotionless, and it sent a chill running through her entire body.She silently prayed in her heart, Please… if you just let me go this time, I swear I’ll never do it again. Please, just let this end here.But Zayn said nothing. He simply stared at her — silent, unmoving, as if she were a piece of art being studied, not a living, breathing woman trembling before him. The longer

Feeling his hand on hers, she ignored him completely, pretending not to notice the warmth seeping through her skin. Her heart fluttered, but she forced herself to stay still, knowing that struggling or pulling away would only invite more trouble. She could feel the weight of his gaze fixed on her face—steady, unreadable, almost suffocating. The faint hum of the hospital’s machines filled the silence between them, the rhythmic beeping reminding her that she was still alive, though her chest felt unbearably heavy.‎‎The sterile scent of disinfectant lingered in the air, mixing with the faint trace of the lilies placed at her bedside earlier that morning. Everything around her seemed still, except for Edward’s hand—firm, insistent, yet somehow gentle. He sat beside her bed, his back straight, his expression calm but clouded by unspoken thoughts. Claire could sense his tension through the way his thumb occasionally brushed against her knuckles, as though he was silently pleading for her