Humiliation

Zey*"You'll serve all the guests, "he crossed his arms." Every single one. "I exhaled. "I'm your wife.. Why? My voice cracked, " Why would you degrade me like this?He tilted his head, his eyes flared." You're my wife only in name and as a tool to me, you're nothing to me Zey. " He said through clenched teeth." And you'll go through every degrading treatment I put you through, " He said, turning his back." You have thirty minutes to prepare and get ready. "Tears stung my eyes, he wouldn't stop punishing me, treating me like trash every single day. Married couples are supposed to care for and love each other. Instead, he married me to repay whatever unknown thing my family did to him. Now he was making me serve as a waitress in one of his big hotels. He doesn't care about me—about my honor. If anything, he seems to enjoy it when I cry. The more I break, the more he wins.I swallowed hard, trying to steady the storm in my chest. "You can do this, I told myself. " Just serve everyon

Last Updated : 2025-11-11

Passing out

The door creaked open, and Zia entered with a trolley. Relief washed over me. It was not Adrian, it was Zia."Here’s the lemon soup, some snacks, and the painkillers," she said gently, offering a small smile."Thank you, Zia," I replied, rising slowly on shaky legs. "Thank you so much.""Is there anything else you might need?" she asked.I shook my head. “No... you should go now. Please.”She nodded. “Alright. I’ll be close if you need anything.” With a final reassuring smile, she slipped out the door.I sank back onto the couch, my body sinking into the cushions like it was the only thing holding me together. My head felt like a volcano—hot, heavy, on the brink of eruption.The lemon soup sat untouched for a moment. I stared at it blankly. The appetite was gone, like everything else Adrian had stolen from me.I forced a few spoonfuls down, swallowed the painkillers, and leaned back.I didn’t sleep in the bed. That was Adrian’s territory—his throne, his kingdom. I wasn’t welcome there

Last Updated : 2025-11-12

Sting of revenge

When I opened my eyes, a soft light filtered through the room. A nurse stood beside me, clipboard in hand, her expression gentle.“Are you alright, ma’am? How do you feel?” she asked quietly.I blinked, disoriented for a moment, glancing around.This was our private suite.“She’s awake now?” Adrian.My pulse quickened. I could already feel the weight of whatever punishment he was planning.The nurse turned slightly toward him. “Yes, sir. She’s awake, but she needs more time to rest.”His lips twitched. “How long?”“ for the next few hours—”“One hour,” he cut in coldly. “That’s more than enough.”The nurse hesitated, glancing back at me......Adrian's POV.The nurse shook her head firmly. “Twenty-four hours—forty-eight would be even better.”I nodded, eyes still locked on her trembling figure. She quickly looked away, but I saw it—the fear.Good.The nurse excused herself, leaving us alone. Just the two of us.She looked small now. Fragile. One arm tethered to a drip, her face pale,

Last Updated : 2025-11-12

Lion's Den.

Zey I didn’t know which was worse—staying at the hotel or going back to the mansion.The mansion… the mansion was the lion’s den.I didn’t want to go back there. I wanted to go home—to my family, to the life I had before Adrian stormed in and turned everything to ash.I knew what was waiting for me: Adrian’s stepmother and his stepsister, ready to make every second a living hell. They always did. And I had no power to stop them.There was no escape. Not from this house. Not from this life.“Are you going to take all day?”His sharp voice cut through my thoughts. "I… I’m getting ready,” I called out. “Five more minutes, Don’t make me come in there and drag you out.”My pulse thundered. He wouldn’t… would he?The way he said it made my stomach knot. I grabbed a dress—no time to overthink it—and rushed out.He didn’t look up at first, just checked his watch. Dressed sharply in another one of his black tuxedos, his face was unreadable, eyes empty.A beautiful devil with nothing but crue

Last Updated : 2025-11-13

Another Task.

ZeyLater that night, I lay on the couch. I’d spent three hours in the kitchen before the two witches finally accepted the toast and spaghetti I placed before them. Adrian sat on the bed with his laptop, his face blank.I wouldn’t have stayed in this room with him. But what choice did I have?He made it this way.He wanted me here. Wanted me to feel him close. Wanted me to remember that I belonged to him, that there was no escape from this life.I shut my eyes tightly.I missed my family. Mama, Grandma, Uncle, Callie. My heart ached for them.I wanted to know how they were doing. But I couldn’t ask. Couldn’t reach out. This was the price I had to pay. To protect them, I had to lose them.Six months without their voices. Six months of darkness.I turned to my side.Adrian hadn’t eaten anything since we got back.Shouldn’t that please me?Shouldn’t I be glad?Then why did I feel a strange heaviness in my chest?Why did I even care?He’d taken everything from me.I hated it here — this