Stealing Her のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

I stumbled over my own feet as he shoved me through the doorway, barely catching myself before I hit the polished marble floor. A gasped escaped my mouth as I straightened up, eyes wide as they scanned the unfamiliar surroundings.Or should I say—a mansion.Everything about it screamed wealth, power and danger.I gulped down the lump formed at the bottom of my throat as I blinked rapidly, trying to push back those tears, smearing them away with my shoulder because my hands were bound tightly in front of me. The ropes bit into my skin, a cruel reminder that this wasn’t a nightmare.I guess now this is my new reality.“Welcome to my world, princess,” he whispered near my ear making me startled, his voice felt like velvet over a broken glass.---Lewis.The name alone makes my stomach churn.The man I once thought I loved. The one who walked into my life with a smile, too perfect and eyes too deceptive. He wore sweetness like a mask, a disguise that crumbled the moment he had me.At firs

Author's Pov:The room reeked of danger draped in luxury. With its deep crimson walls, golden trims, and ominous shadows cast by the barely-there morning light, it felt more like a throne room of a king drenched in blood than a bedroom. The velvet drapes fluttered as the wind tried to push through, the sunlight slicing through just enough to illuminate the fragile figure curled beneath silk sheets.Kathleen looked like a porcelain doll abandoned on royal bedding — perfect yet painfully out of place. Her hair sprawled like ink across the golden pillows, and her pale skin was littered with deep marks — stark purple bruises that danced along her thighs, the base of her neck, and over her collarbone like a twisted canvas. Her lips were parted slightly, breaths shallow and unsteady.The sunlight grew bolder, slashing across her face, disturbing her forced slumber. When she attempted to turn around her eyebrows furrowed as she groaned in pain.Frowning at the discomfort she tried to open he

Kathleen's Pov:He yanked up her skirt with no warning. She tried to fight back, pushing at his chest, but he caught her wrists and twisted them behind her.“You don’t get to say no. Not after what you did.”“Lewis, please—”Her pleas fell on deaf ears. He shoved her onto the bench, bent over, forcing her chest flat against the cold wood as he stood behind her.She remembered the cruel tug of her underwear, the sound of fabric tearing, the sharp slap of his palm against her skin. The humiliation stung as much as the pain. She cried, but he didn’t stop. Her legs trembled beneath her, body screaming for rest, but he wouldn’t let her go.She remembered his harsh grunts behind her, how he whispered possessive threats against her ear, how he called her a slut for helping another man—even if it was not her fault.She was nothing, but his to ruin.And then the real torment began.He made her beg. Over and over. Her body betrayed her, reacting to his cruel rhythm, her walls clenching for a re

Author's Pov: She snapped out of her reverie as a knock echoed at the bathroom door.“I gave you an hour, doll,” Lewis’s voice called out in a sing-song tone. “Are you trying to test me again?”Her heart dropped.She clutched the edge of the sink to steady herself, forcing her knees not to buckle. She needs to end this relationship. She can't stand him anymore. He's breaking beyond repair.“I’m coming,” she managed, voice barely above a whisper.She moved like a ghost. Her robe barely held together as she dressed slowly, body trembling, fingers unsteady. She wanted to disappear, to melt into the walls and vanish into nothingness. But the tic

Author's Pov: She had almost calmed down. Almost.And then the sharp sound of the main door closing downstairs ripped through the eerie silence, startling her, making her muscles stiffened instinctively. She didn't even realize when she dozed off while thinking about everything.She was pulled away from her thoughts when the door to his room creaked open.Her body tensed.Lewis walked in, casually dressed, phone in one hand, talking to someone on speaker.She sat up on the bed, quickly adjusting her top, brushing her hair behind her ears. Her lips pressed into a hard line when his eyes landed on her. Cold and sharp, as always. But this time... there was a flicker of something. Almost like emotion. But not one she could name.She lowered her gaze instantly. She hugged her knees to her chest, pretending not to notice.Lewis ended his call, tossing the phone on the side table. "You've been quiet, doll," he said, sauntering to