Novelas y relatos de My Beloved Oppressor Chapter 1

“You think you can resist me? You’re already trapped in my game. But I admire your spirit; it makes this all the more delicious. Remember, the more you resist, the more painful it will be.” I grimaced at him, my heart still racing. “You may have me now, but I won’t stay here as your pawn. You can’t break me.” Stubbornness flooded through me, igniting the fires of rebellion deep inside. He shoved me down a small step, and I almost fell and tripped, but he grabbed me. The next thing I knew. I was in another room with a proper single bed and a small lamp.

Just then, the living room door burst open, and Daniel stormed in, breathless and frantic. “What did you do? What the hell did you do?” he yelled at me, his eyes wild and red as if he was possessed by demons. This man was utterly pathetic. “ANSWER ME!” he roared, reaching for me, but my icy glare froze him in his tracks. I remained silent. Why would I answer him? He inhaled sharply, shame washing over him as he turned his gaze away. Did he genuinely care for her? Was this more than just a foolish obsession?

I was finally being able to overcome all those that had taken me over . I had now attempted that I was in love with a girl that I had thought I hated for all this time. The girl that I had thought making fun of her was the solution to hide what I actually was feeling . The too much love that I was feeling for her . The kind of love that was actually like a kind of obsession that was so hard to over come. That had taken over me and it would not easily be overcame no matter what . It had taken over so greatly that there was no way that I was going to run away from it .

“Yet you put your trust in a slave girl, a Baryn, one your kind have sworn to hate. Did you know that mankind will only believe in a thing when it profits them? What do you hope to gain?” His eyes were hard. “I hope to be on the side of victory. You think me an old fool but I have learned from the past and the present that the oppressed push harder when there is a glimmer of hope. You are that glimmer and your kind will push harder now for their freedom.” She forced herself not to curl her lips. “And for that, I must whore myself.” “We are whores one way or another, Your Grace. We only chose what we whore ourselves to.” He bowed. “I must leave you now but if you wish to see me do not send a

I whispered the last part so low that not even the darkness around me could have heard what I said. Yes, I don't resent the man who caused me all this pain. Hell, I don't even dislike him. Because I'm the only stupid girl alive who's in love with her oppressor. I am in love with Noah Richards. I know most people would come up with a thousand reasons why I'm stupid for this and I agree with them but how can you not love a man whose aura exudes power and authority? How can you not love a man who puts his people before himself? And how can you not love a man who might say he hates me but continues to protect me from harm over and over again?

The corner of his lips twitched, yet he spared me no glance. “I'm full. Excuse me.” I pushed the chair backwards, stood up and walked out of the dining room. Only heavens knows how mad and embarrassed I was at that moment. Being powerless should be considered a sin, because it leaves us with no option than to obey the powerful, which is something that wasn't supposed to be. The powerful has no right to oppress the powerless, but in my case, according to my step-brother, he has every power to oppress me and make me abide by every of his rules.

"The first thing you do the second you get a tiny scrap of power is use it to oppress people. You're a monster." "Oppress people?" I counter sharply. "First of all, you're not *people*. Second of all, when you were once sitting in my position, the only thing you did with your power was oppress people. Especially me. When I was your wife, you treated me like an insignificant piece of trash beneath your shoes." "You are still my wife!" "Not for long," I shoot back flawlessly. "You know one thing I also found out? You weren't the one to take care of me at the hospital, were you?"

While the story ends with Feng Xiu and her male lead's happy ever after. This is also one of the reasons why Feng Yan is so frustrated by the book: the male lead only shows up at the very end! The beginning of the book was filled with numerous second male leads embarking on ambiguous sex relationships with the female lead. And no one thought there was anything improper about her smutty behavior?! Anyways, it's an online novel so there isn't a shred of logic or whatsoever. Recalling those dark and depressing memories of the original owner, Feng Yan felt for the first time that she willingly ate shit; and couldn't help but grieve in her heart.

he responded, condescendingly, "you underestimate the depths of my influence. You may resist now, but you will eventually discover that I hold all the cards." His words reverberated in my head, a harsh reminder of the web he had spun around me. Xavier had engineered the circumstances, putting me in a gilded cage with no options. But I refused to be bound by his schemes. I straightened my back and met his eyes with firm resolution, summoning my inner strength. "I may be here against my will, but I will never be a pawn in your game," I stated, my voice calm despite my heart's quiver. "You may believe you have all the power, but true strength comes from the ability to resist oppression."

"I'm sorry!" She says, looking at her belly, “He is treating you as if you are nobody, but don't worry, mama loves you; mama will save you even if it is worth her life. I think he'll never understand." It'll be difficult to hide everything from him, but not impossible for her. She has to be strong; her brother is suffering, her love is suffering, but she can't let her baby suffer. She thought the baby would be the best gift for him, but he's running behind on his money, that bloody hell business, or who knows if it's about women? There's no place for Rosalia and her child in his life. At this point, questions start to rise inside her. "Does he love me?" The horrific scenarios of how he treat