Semua Bab His Sinful Pleasure : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Zerina's POV I turned sharply at him. My eyes narrowed. “I... I thought you really did love me. I thought amongst all the people in my life who hated me and used me and discarded me... I thought you were different from them. But no, you've joined them, conspired with them. Who would have known my sister was whoring herself with you? I— I really— really..." I couldn't say anything any more. The pain and anguish I felt didn't help me at all. "I did love you, Zee." He said, and paused. "Did?”He looked into my eyes and without hesitation he said what I knew he would've said. " Yes, I did. You don't expect me to go around without having sex? I am a man. A billionaire's son at that. I can't actually just have one girl at my side always. Especially a girl who doesn't give me what I want."My heart broke into a thousand and one pieces. I looked up in the dark sky. It looked like it was mourning with me too. The rain was coming down slowly, on my face. A tear escaped my eyes. I laughed bit

Zerina's POV The gate creaked loudly behind me as I stepped into the compound of the mansion that has never felt like home. I was shivering so much, my clothes stuck to me like a second skin. It was torn at the hem and in places I don't want to think about. My feet were bare and cold, and aching from walking home. I still held my soaked shoes in my hands. Every step echoed in the marble hallway, a cruel reminder that I've always been alone in a house filled with people who did nothing but hate me. As I reached the main hall, I did all I've always done—hold my breath. I know they must be here waiting. I first saw her luxury red chiffon dress. She was sitting quietly like a predator out for a hunt."Oh, look who finally decided to crawl back in," my stepmother snapped, her voice sharp and sweet. It reminded me of poisoned honey. I lifted my head slowly, still shivering from the cold and now maybe fear. There she was —Florence. She was perfectly dressed in the chiffon dress, glass

Zerina’s POV I couldn't tell when it was day or night but according to my calculations, I've spent two nights in this room. Two traumatizing nights of tears, exhaustion and terror. My bones ached from curling up on the cold, unforgiving floor. My skin bruised, stiff beneath my torn, filthy red dress. My favourite dress now turned to rag.My stomach growled with a hunger that's almost unbearable. It's like a constant, gnawing ache that refuses to subside. My mouth feels like the Sahara desert. Every time I think about water, my throat constricts and I feel the need to cry. But it's not the physical discomfort that's getting to me—its the emotional toll. I felt weak, vulnerable and helpless. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I think about the simplest things, like taking a warm bath or enjoying a cold glass of water. These things that were once so mundane now seem like luxuries I can only dream of. I stare off in the dark towards the door, feeling overwhelmed by the desperat

Zerina’s POV Florence's gaze raked over me with contempt, her eyes lingering on every inch of my body. I felt a surge of discomfort and shifted uncomfortably under her intense scrutiny. "Come closer and stop standing there like a dumwit," she snapped. I walked closer, still confused about what was happening.The nurses moved forward, guiding me towards the bed. I sat down, my eyes scanning them warily. What if they were here to administer injections? I had an intense fear of needles, and the thought made my heart race. It was one of my major fears and it made it to the top five of the list. I really hoped to God that it wasn't injections or big needles because I would scream my lungs out and run out of my room. The nurses untied my towel, leaving me exposed. I felt a wave of shame and tried to cover myself, but Florence's sharp voice stopped me. "Don't you dare do that. Let the nurses do what they came here for. You are to just sit there and obey every single damn instruction."I swa

Zerina's POV "Zerina, your sister needs your help. You've got to marry in her place." Father's stern voice rang through my mind. I woke up with a start, my heart racing, hoping it was just a dream and that Father didn't actually push me to marry a man I know nothing about. I took in my surroundings. Last I checked, I had cried myself to sleep in my bedroom but why does this not feel like my room. The bed was too vast and comfortable. The room was dark and only a flicker of candle was left on. I could make out the outlines of exquisite furniture, the shapes of what seemed to whisper luxury and opulence. My gaze darted around the room, trying to take in every detail, but it was too dark to see clearly. "No, no, no, please let it not be what I'm thinking." I said aloud, turning on the bed while gasping. "What is it that you are thinking?"A chill ran down my spine. I didn't need to rack my brain to know who that was but I asked anyway. "Who... Who are you and what… How did I end up