My Beloved Oppressor Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“I have received the remaining harmony from him and also cleared off my debts. I drop at his feet, no one can save me even if I scream and yell for help. I crawled back to my room waiting for my extinction. AN This is the first chapter of the book, please, don't judge me on my English, people make mistakes. Correct me with love and I will be thankful. Thank you for giving this book a chance, and please — do drop your comments.

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

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?”

“You need to practice on your oppressor, or if would all be in vain.” In the darkness of my cell, I make a vow - a vow to rise, to fight, to triumph. Hunter may have broken my body, but he will never break my spirit. For within me burns a flame that cannot be extinguished, a flame that will guide me through the darkest of nights. I’m counting the minutes, waiting for Hunter to show his face like he does everyday, and then I’ll face him with everything I have. The sound of heavy footsteps echoes through the dimly lit corridor outside my cell, and my heart quickens its pace. This is it. The moment I've been waiting for, the chance to confront my oppressor, to unleash the strength that simmers

We made love, and I never imagined he could be so heartless, to betray me in such a gruesome way. I once suggested finding a high-paying job to help repay the debt faster, but the crime boss Alaric borrowed the money from refused. I was informed that my jackass boyfriend had used me as collateral. I couldn’t understand why. I was a human being—I could breathe, feel—and yet he treated me like a thing, a mere commodity that can be used and dumped, stabbing me in the back without hesitation. The next morning...

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?

I am turning into a damned soulless creature like her. At that moment I feel like I am being lifted and carried off into oblivion. Nothingness surrounds me, my eyes strain to see a bright light shining towards me. As I lay there, I see life flash before me. Eliza stares at me from the Heavens, a child in her arms. I reach for her, only for a great chasm to erupt between us. "ELIZA!!" I scream, "come back to me please, my beloved". I can do nothing but watch as the wall continues to build, separating me from what I want most in life. "God! What did I do to deserve this curse!" I cry out reaching for heaven.