Novelas y relatos de My Beloved Oppressor Chapter 1

Chapter 4 "The love I have for him is so strange that I think I'm getting obsessed with him. It feels like being out of the darkness and the moon goddess has given me another chance. But I was wrong he treated me as a piece of rag, I was worth nothing to him than just a commodity he brought, and it's true I was just a bargain to him nothing but a worthless slave I shouldn't even be here enjoying the little he gives us but I desire more than just being a slave to him I want him to be my, but my dreams can never come true.

My shoulder hurts from his manhandling, and I hold it to ease the pain, my throat dry. I hate everything about him. He took advantage of my misery and is now exploiting my vulnerable state. He desires my body, I feel like to burn myself but I can't hurt myself because my papa raised me with love and hard work. I won't succumb to weakness; I am my papa's brave daughter, and I will witness his downfall. I'll see him suffer as he laughed at my helplessness.

I murmured, lowering my eyes, pretending to submit. As I stepped toward the bedroom, my heart ached with a bitterness I couldn’t ignore. This was my life, for now. But I clung to the vision of freedom, of the day I would strip this man of his power over me, of everything he held dear. And when that day came, he would suffer, just as he’d made me suffer.

He gulps tensely, rattling to speak, "D-Danika...I couldn't possibly want you to do that. That was long ago... I'll forget it soon and-" "Don't give me that bullshit! Long ago?" I scoff angrily, grabbing him in my rave. "And yet look how pathetically you crumble from just the sight of him alone!" I simmer to disgruntling growls with eyes glaring softly at him who looks away from the guilt. Why is he always like this? Why is he so susceptible to those bastards? Why is he satisfied with being trampled and abused? "Why won't you ever refute your oppressors? You're too good to turmoil so much...Charles, I love you, and it kills me each time this happens".

“Let him watch. Let him suffer. That is the price of stealing what belongs to me.” Alex thrashed so violently the chair scraped across the floor, his roar shaking the walls. “She’s not yours! He’s not yours! You can chain me, bleed me, kill me—but you’ll never have them!” Veeraj only smiled, cruel and calm, his hand brushing the crib as my baby whimpered again. And I sat frozen, torn between my bleeding body, my empty arms, and the chains that held the man I loved. END OF CHAPTER 64

Lynd opened one of the letters and began to read it. The most beautiful thing is your smile that you aim at the flowers and trees on the side of the road. It makes me want to know more about who you really are. The hardest thing and make me unable to turn away from you is the tears that run down your cheeks. I wish these fingers could reach out to wipe away those tears. Not just fingers, anything else I can give you. What makes me want to get closer to you and become a companion is your figure in the corner of the class reading a book. But I know you're not alone anymore. Seeing your cheerful face with friends, it relieves my heart and feelings.

I hate pain, and now, there’s so much of it, that I can’t stand it, all because of her. I will have her, she’s mine, no matter what, but I won’t be a fool to fall for the trap that is called love.

I pleaded, tears streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably, what was I thinking when I fell in love with him in the first place, his love is dark and I'm now his prisoner of love "For sure, you won't speak to any male again, I'm just making sure you get punished so that next time, you won't dare go against me" he suddenly flipped me so that I was lying on the bed with my back to him, he pinned me to the bed, my bare ass facing him, and then, I felt the first sting as he spanked my bare ass, I cried out in pain and struggled to be freed of him but he was stronger and it was of no use, not even the neighbors would hear me anyways, my cries were muffled in the pillow,

"I love you too." The sun rises over Paris. And for the first time in months, I'm not afraid. Because love is not surveillance. It's presence. And we're both finally learning how to be here. End of Chapter 135

His voice was cold, flowing through me like ice that froze my blood. I rose from my seat and stepped closer, reaching out a hand to touch his arm. I couldn’t bear being ignored any longer. I had to try. “Tell me what you’d like. I’ll make it for you right away. You need to eat, Aaron—” Before my hand could reach him, he struck it away with force, leaving me stunned. My vision trembled, and I stood frozen. My palm burned from his slap, but more than that, the pain in my chest was far worse than anything physical.