Novel & Cerita My Beloved Oppressor Wattpad

"He never understood that I would choose your hatred over his victory. He thinks I brought you here to be his Queen. He doesn't know I brought you here to be his executioner." The dark, lyrical weight of his words settled into my bones. He wasn't just obsessed with me; he was obsessed with the idea of my freedom, even if that freedom required him to be the villain in my story. It was a psychologically layered devotion—one that hurt as much as it healed.

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.

"You're not going anywhere, Bella. You're mine now, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you here. Don't make me do something we'll both regret." I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. I felt helpless and alone, trapped in this mansion with a man who was capable of anything. Days came after days, and I tried to escape several times, but each time, Mat caught me before I can get away. He never hurt me in any way, but he made it clear that he wouldn't hesitate to do so if I tried to attack him again. Despite my fear and desperation, I start to notice something strange about Mat. He was kind to me, almost caring, but he also seemed to be haunted by something, something that he couldn

I left the Northern woods of Wisconsin feeling broken, and a newfound hatred for those natives. Garrette has been by my side since I was a child. I am now alone, and in this waking nightmare, I feel rage. I will return, and they will suffer! One week later, I returned. I wait for the cover of night, and I follow their scents to their village. They stole my mentor from me! They will rule the day they ever destroyed the only person left from my life!

For a brief second, the world seemed to stop spinning but then, he let go of me roughly, like I was a disgusting piece of trash. "I want to sell her to you," my dad said, without a trace of remorse. There was a silence and then the Alpha spoke; his voice delightful and airy. "How much do you want for her...?" ****************************** A cold bucket of water splashed all over me and I was jerked awake violently. I must have slept off. I had been dreaming. As I tried to regain my composure, I felt a hand connect painfully with my wet face. "Filthy Omega! How dare you sleep on the job?!"

She pointed to Derek who paused to glare at us. “Just dump him already.” I groaned. “Say that again and you won't be seeing your loved tablet for a month. And your favorite music posters collection will be gone for-ever.” he emphasized on the forever which had me rolling my eyes. “Oppression” I said, helping Astrid with cutting the pineapples peeled by her into small cubes for easier juicing. “How can I oppress my lovely and beautiful daughter…you know I love you honey.” “I know right? So how about we put a spoonful of sugar in there my sweet and lovely daddy.”

Stuck to a chair to leave, stuck to a chair to reject him, stuck to a chair to have my thoughts considered. Three years ago, the Moon saved my brother and gave me a mate, but turned around and took my mate and my legs, and today, yet again, she has granted me another mate… an omega heir who looks at me like a weapon and uses me as a pawn to piss off his father. I didn't know which was crueler.

Harriet’s POV I stood at the edge of the place I had fled when my lover had denied me, I remembered his words that we would never be together. The tears that I had cried because of him. He had made me feel worthless and unwanted and weak. I was just an omega in his eyes.

He voices out strongly and then leaves immediately I could not believe he is getting married today while I am just enslaved to him I pull out the sheet from the bed and begin to sob heavily- the thought of being enslaved to him, my little family, and how addicted my push has become to his forceful nature I sat down on the floor feeling disdain about the wedding

“It’s just… fun. You’re overreacting.” I stared at him, rage and heartbreak battling in my chest. “Fun? You’re my boyfriend! You promised—” “Promises are made to be broken,” he interrupted, smirk still in place. “And besides, you think I care what you think? You’re mine, remember? So you’ll forgive me eventually.” My hands trembled, my chest burned. I hated him. I hated myself. I hated that my love for him made me feel weak, small, trapped. And yet… a small, angry part of me wanted to fight back.