My Beloved Oppressor Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

"Boss was right. What you need is to learn how to be obedient. Your stupid pride stripped, and trampled upon. Then you'll learn to behave." I felt a wave of apprehension wash over me, and I shivered. He clenched my cloth in one hand and pulled it down. I heard a loud ripping sound, and my heart leaped in my chest as I instinctively tried to cover myself with my hands, but discovered that it was chained, and despair came crashing in. I was dressed only in my undies as he looked at me with a sick fire in his eyes. "Beautiful" he murmured, as he gave me a once over.

I was trapped. Victor sat across the room, emotionless, as if my words meant nothing. But I continued. "I had no one to turn to. No one listened, no one cared. I held onto the hope that when Victor finally woke up, things would change. That he would see all I had done for him and love me for it." I let out a bitter laugh. "But the moment he opened his eyes, my suffering got worse. Instead of gratitude, instead of kindness, he turned his back on me. He started cheating on me with his mistress, humiliating me, making sure I suffered even more than I already had."

I whisper-breathed. "What?" His brows creased in confusion. "On the scale of one to ten, hundred is my number." I explained, earning myself an impressed smile. "Good girl!" He said with a small nod. A river of desires fueled my bloodstreams. I licked my lips, wondering if I was really being a nice girl now. Just tell me, which nice girl likes herself being tied up by the man who hurt her so much and enjoys every fúcking inch of his sexual oppression? Was I still a good girl? No. I used to be that just like I used to be an obedient naive wife to the most heartless man in the country.

Victim of His Obsession By: bleed4more Prologue I really don’t think that I will be in this situation. I wasn’t prepared for this, I knew to myself that I’m not that good to be admire this much. I never wanted to be like this, to become a fool by myself. My name is Xencia Enclovia Morcos, I am being rejected by anyone. Trying to fit in, but it doesn’t suit me. Insecure, judge by the others, low level woman and a no one. That’s how I see myself.

Just as I was about to turn the door knob I was stopped. "Did I ask you to leave?" ############################ Sooooooo, that's chapter 10. Poor Robbie. He didn't deserve that but that's how things are for a slave. 😭😭😭

Wanted me. My mind screamed that this was wrong. This man had blood on his hands, my family's blood. He was my captor. My enemy. But my body betrayed me completely. I arched into him, one leg wrapping instinctively around his thigh, chasing the friction, the heat, the terrifying need.

John said and shook his head. "Why should I be remorseful? I sent those photoshopped images because you deserve better than her. I'm the woman for you. I won't criticize your status but love you for who you are. I don't care if you're the poorest man on earth, I'll still love you" Bella muttered and touched her chest. "My heart has never stopped beating for you, so, I implore you not to push me away ever again. I made those pictures to prove that we can be something better than what you have with that fool" Bella confessed, her heart beating fast.

“ * Would everything get easier now? I can't bet on that. Would I be happier now? Hell yeah, I will be. Would Hara ever get hurt again? Not on my watch. This was the beginning of our love story and I intend on writing a beautiful masterpiece. Twenty-eight years of searching finally paid off. I found the one who completes me and makes me wanna be a better man. And I promise to never, ever let go of her. We'll sail the tides of life together, hand in hand, soul to soul, heart to heart. ”I love you, Hara,” I cooed, hoping that would ease her troubled mind. No more abuse for her. It'll be love from here on. Once abused, but always gonna be loved.

He pushed me onto the floor, the cold surface biting into my skin. I looked up at him, defiance mingling with fear, but I was outmatched. He towered over me, his presence oppressive, suffocating. “Did you really think you could just leave?” he asked, tilting his head as if assessing my worth. “You’re so much more than you realize. You’re a part of me now, and you will understand that.” As he spoke, I felt a deep sense of despair clawing at my insides. The spark of rebellion I had felt just moments before flickered, dimmed by his overwhelming presence.

The kind of certainty that didn’t bluff. “Then try me.” **************** AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey lovelies 💕 Thank you for being here with me on this journey! This chapter was such an intense one to write full of slaps, secrets, and power plays 👀🔥 I’d love to know what you think about Isabella finally standing her ground and Damian being forced to face his enemies head-on. Do you think this is just the beginning of something even darker, or will love find a way to break through all this chaos?