My Beloved Oppressor Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“And don’t let your husbands’ disrespectful actions make you feel small. If they treat you like options, that’s not your failure. It’s theirs.” I didn’t wait for a response. I left them standing there in their tight dresses and tighter bitterness. The moment I stepped away, I could feel it, the shift. My heart had started to beat a little harder. The air around me was closing in. I needed to find Rob. Now. *** ROB I found him exactly where I expected, surrounded by people with more money than loyalty, men who smiled too wide and clapped too hard. Victor always did know how to keep himself in the center of power, even if it meant playing dead to do it.

I found myself in a state of complete solitude, with no one to turn to or rely on. The abandonment I felt was immense, as the entire world had turned its back on me. Meanwhile, my oppressor held me captive, subjecting me to his persistent torture and showing no mercy. I found myself in a cold and dark abyss, where he forced me to confront the darkest corners of my existence. Eventually, I succumbed to the haunting echoes of my past. It was useless. “Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you?” I asked him, struggling to free myself from his grip.

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.

But I knew — deep down — that anyone who stood between me and him would be destroyed. The side of him he showed me… I thought he would annihilate anyone who tried to keep me away from him. Only to realize I was the goat he was feeding, nurturing, fattening… just to slaughter at the right moment. Like a lamb led to the slaughter, I walked willingly into his arms, blind to the knife he was sharpening behind my back.” . . . . . Apologies for the delay in uploading chapters There will be few more chapters of the past that will be continued soon after this chapter.

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.

And when it did, the chains would rise again. And he would have no choice but to feed them. ☠️ End of Chapter 2

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".

Jeez, look at this lover boy. I shook my head smiling at the happy in love captain we have. Love really can change people. End of chapter 56

“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