Novelas y relatos de My Beloved Oppressor Chapter 1

TERMS AND CONDITIONS “I…I..” Lilian didn’t know what to do. She looked towards the crowd and spotted her father with pleading eyes , she looked further and there was Nanny Rosa with tears in her eyes and she made her decision . She realized she wasn’t ready to risk her happiness for anyone . Her brother would be fine and the family name never did anything for her so why bother about it but as she looked back at Xavier , through his hardened expression she could see desperation , desperation for the deal. She knew the deal meant more than he was letting on and she decided to help him.

“Oh. I see. He smiles. He's pleased. I give you the right to drool on my body as you want, baby girl, just imprint it in your skull that you and your body are mine. Just make me happy, make me happy,, and I will give you the whole world. Stop opposing me again, and you're going to enjoy me, defy me, and you will see the beast that dwells in me. Disobey me and I will never stop whacking and treating you badly. Relinquish me and enjoy my wealth together with me, and I shall promote you as my mistress. Just make me happy” he arrogantly declares. WTF. What the hell is he talking about?” I should drool on his body?” He treated me like his doll. Mistress?” Uhh. Who's willing to be his mistress, I

I was in no condition to confront him. “Would you like to eat now?” His voice regained its sweet and composed tone. I gripped the chains tightly in my hands. “No.” “Argh!” He growled and smashed the plate on the floor, shattering it into pieces. I remained still, unafraid of his next move. He couldn’t do anything to make him submit before him. He was no one. I would do whatever I thought was right. Then, out of nowhere, he grasped my chin. “Do you really think you can starve yourself, and I’ll let you? You think that, don’t you? But, love, I have better ways to make you follow my lead.”

But then it hit me… I could not allow her to take any measure of control. I was a strong male. I could resist her, and I should be able to do so without this incessant complaint in my body. My choice was made. I sighed as I took the first step towards my rooms. ***** NOTE: Soundtrack for the next chapter is “Outcast” by Lexa Monaco.

I queried bitterly and shot my frown at her, “Rod Benson doesn’t love you and will never love you because you don’t belong to his social status. He goes after daughters of the rich and not the poor. Wake up from your dream, Salsa and stop deceiving yourself. If you can hold on, the man that will love and cherish you will come.” “No, no,” she rebuked me and stamped her feet on the floor, “I can’t love another man except Rod. I have come to adore him so much that he is my obsession and anyone that dares to come between us will go for it.” Opula is wicked and envious. Rod never loved her, in fact it is you that Rod loves but once she saw that you would be more powerful than her if Rod married

He was constantly gazing at Laura. Laura was nervous and felt uncomfortable or rather, a bit scared by the way Daniel looked at her, gently rubbing his lips. Laura stood aside, her towel wrapped around her curvy figure, smoothly applying her skincare lotion on her body. Daniel's eyes were fixed on her, watching her get dressed, meanwhile, Laura's heart was racing with the memories of how he pressured her into bed. However, Daniel, the ruthless, arrogant billionaire was transforming because of his newfound love for Laura. Despite knowing that Laura didn't have any atom of feeling for him, Daniel was willing to do anything in his power to make sure Laura loved him back; but you can't force lov

He strained under the weight of a colossal load of cement, his back bowed with the burden of Raul's insatiable demands. Her heart wrenched at the sight, her eyes fixed on the friend she had shared hopes and dreams with, now ensnared in the clutches of servitude. The slaves toiled ceaselessly, constructing a grand portrait dedicated to Raul, an edifice that towered with an unsettling grandeur. It was an homage to their oppressor, a deity forged from their labor, a paradox Olivera couldn't fathom. How could love drive her so blindly into the clasp of someone so cruel, someone who demanded such unquestionable devotion from others?

These words were just a concoction of Charles's thoughts that were put in my head, Eliza is my one true love, there will never be anyone else. Looking back on that moment, I never knew how wrong I would be. The universe has a way of righting itself if not once but, several times. Happiness would come and go, during that time, and I started to wonder if I would ever find happiness that would be true and would last forever…. Why did God have to be so cruel to curse me like this?

His obsession with power and control knew no bounds, and we were mere pawns in his grand scheme. But we refused to be victims. Armed with determination and the strength of our love, we confronted our adversary. It was a battle of wits, a clash of wills, as we fought to reclaim our lives from the clutches of this puppet master. In a climactic showdown, the truth was laid bare, and justice prevailed. The strings that bound us were severed, and the puppet master's grip on our lives was shattered. We emerged from the ordeal battered but resilient, our spirits unbroken, and our love forged in the fires of adversity.

Once, I had a mother’s hand on my cheek and a fiancé who swore he’d die for me. Now I had welts that never healed and a collar burned into my throat that said PROPERTY OF THE NORTHERN DOMINION. The overseer—a scarred wolf with a missing ear—strode down the row, boot splashing through the puddles. His gaze snagged on the blind girl two bodies to my left. Pale as bone, nineteen at most, trembling so hard her chains rattled like bells. “You—crawling on the floor like a worm. What the fuck are you doing?”