Novel & Cerita 10 Ways To Get Dumped By A Tyrant

“I’m a businessman. My duty is to protect the assets that make me the most amount of money. If you don’t make as much money for me, then…” “Then what? Are you going to abandon them like…” She paused for a moment. “Like what?” He asked. “Like a sadistic wolf who loves to burn bridges.” No, she couldn’t let him find out about her identity yet. She still had so many things to do. She needed to make him fall in love with her. She had to make him fall so deeply, bring him high in the sky and drop him when he least expected it. Just like how he betrayed her seven years ago.

"I hate to admit it, but you're the most beautiful woman in Trinigad. But I don't involve myself in superficial love. And the rumors I've heard of you aren't the best. I heard you're proud, pompous, rude and vile. I heard you even got two maidens killed because they spilled hot tea on you." "Those maidens had it coming. They shouldn't have spilled tea on me," I was infuriated. What did my character have to do with my beauty? Every man wanted a beautiful wife, so he should have been thanking his stars that I chose him. He should have been happy. He should have been on his knees, licking my foot, praising me for picking him amongst the majority. "I needed to remind everyone in this palace of m

You want me to manipulate Jethro, to use our past relationship to control him. Ryker shrugged, unapologetic. "Whatever it takes, Tunisha. We're playing for high stakes here. And if using Jethro's feelings for you is what it takes to win, then so be it. I felt a surge of anger rise at Ryker's words, but I pushed it down, knowing I had to keep my cool. "And what makes you think I'd be willing to do that?" I asked, my voice even. Ryker leaned back in his chair, a sure smile spreading across his face. "Because, Tunisha, you want the same thing I do. Power. Control. And you're willing to do whatever it takes to get it."

“You will be my sacrifice, and you’re the perfect one for the job.” I gasped, my heart pounding with terror as his gaze on me turned sinister. “But you don’t have to be afraid,” he continued, his grip tightening on my arm. “If you behave like a good girl and do as I say, I’ll make sure your death is quick and painless.” Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the full extent of my hopeless situation. I was trapped, alone, and powerless in the face of this evil tyrant. Freyer gave me one last lingering look before walking out of the room.

And then he takes off my panties, spreads my legs, shoving his dick in my pussy. " You can't live without me! Look me in the eye! I sacrificed everything for you! Sold everything i had! And bankrupted this Jean! Bitch!" he fuck me so hard, and i gave in. I moaned so loud afraid to get hoarse.But the horny bastard liked our sex. He likes to show his power and subdue defenseless girls. A tyrant with a heart of stone and not an ounce of compassion. "Tell me why you're ruining my life again? I wanted to die, but now i feel like I'm humiliating myself!" i whisper through my lips.

The man I once admired, the man who had once promised me the world, was now nothing more than a tyrant, holding me hostage with his words and his power. Instead, he had become someone else entirely—a tyrant, cold and unfeeling, who wielded his power over me like a weapon. His words, once sweet and reassuring, were now laced with venom, designed to strip me of my confidence, my independence, my very identity. His actions, once thoughtful and loving, had turned into a means of control, chaining me to a life I no longer recognized as my own.

Tyrant thought for a while and said, “Ask for all the identities of these people and ask for ransoms according to their family’s situation, let’s just say half of their family’s property. As for the citizens of the two major empires, just take some money from them as a token. You can have your pick from among the ones who refuse to pay, and you can throw the rest into the pond to feed the piranhas.” Captain Tyrant had made the final decision and no one raised any objections.

“Help? After disappearing for six years? Showing up just to beg? You’re here for money, aren’t you?” “My child was kidnapped,” I said plainly. “I need money, Steven. Please lend me one hundred seventy million dollars. I promise I’ll pay it back.” His expression changed, not to pity, but disgust. “A child?” he chuckled. “That bastard child? Let him die in the kidnapper’s hands.” My blood boiled. “Why save a child whose father isn’t even clear?” he continued cruelly. “Face it, Meggie. Your life has always been trouble.” SLAP!