The Kept Man Strikes Back Chapter 1 Romane & Geschichten

And then, just like a vow, I a promise to myself. “They may have embarrassed me. He may have humiliated me. But they will not break me.” I have been silent for so long, but it is the beginning of something. The start of a fire. Because the woman who walked into that mansion was quiet, unsure, trying to survive. The woman who walked out? She’s learning how to fight. And Ethan Gage has no idea who he is about to marry. What will happen when the one they control becomes the one they can’t control? Get ready for chapter 10

CHAPTER 1 PROLOGUE: The door of the room opened and a man entered with a serious face, his gaze was sharp and hateful while staring at the petite woman sitting on the chair in a prison uniform handcuffed, her head was wrapped in a gauze. She was smiling gladly, but the man’s poker face was still. “So, I am here.” The man said while standing near the door. “Come and sit near to me,” The woman said. The man walked to the chair and sat, “Do you still have no regrets?” He asked.

"Start talking." The man’s grin deepened. "Call me Elias. And if you want to survive what’s coming, you’d better keep up." My stomach twisted with unease. Because something told me we had just stepped into an even greater danger. [End of Chapter 7] Chapter 8 The dim torchlight flickered against the stone walls, casting long, shifting shadows as Elias led the way deeper into the underground chamber. My muscles ached from the fall, my body still trembling from the encounter with the creature above. Kade walked beside me, his face a mask of barely restrained wariness.

I'm not going to keep quiet. "Keep quiet?! "I shriek," I'm not going to keep quiet until you put me down. " "Thats not going happen ,"he answers . "Then I will do it myself ! "I shout and start to wiggle myself and kick my legs in the air. It's like this man is built of pure hatdcore muscle. I can't shake myself out of his hands. His grip is only getting tighter and tighter like he is not about to let me go.Infact his hand smacks my butt so softly that the sting makes me moan a little bit.The contact of his hand on my skin makes my body feel hot of a sudden.

There was definitely no one coming to help her. Not the ones who didn't love her, not the ones who lied to her, and not the ones who wanted her dead. No one was coming. “That is not for you to bargain, miss,” A smirk twisted the man's lips, as he took two steps back and gestured to his men. That was all it took for the first strike to land on her stomach.

I developed earlier than other girls my age, and my father worried that men would take advantage of me. When I turned eighteen, he sent me to Chicago under the protection of his most trusted ally, Ronan Whitlock. One night, after he’d had too much to drink, Ronan pulled me into his bed. By day, he was the Whitlock heir who controlled every part of my life. By night, I was the secret lover he kept hidden in a safe house. I thought I would get a ring. After all, every night he was in the city, he buried himself inside me and took his pleasure. He would whisper that I was his, that no one else felt as good. But this time, the moment he was finished, he told me his former fiancée had returned to

“We only want to see her. To look into her eyes.” “To know,” the man on the left whispered. “To remember,” said the one on the right. “To confirm,” said the woman in the middle. “No!” I shouted, grabbing the chair and slamming it against the stone floor. The sound echoed around the cold chamber, vibrating in my bones. They didn’t flinch. “You will not lay eyes on her,” I barked. “She’s not yours. She’s mine!” The woman tilted her head. “Is she? Or are you just a thief who’s tried to own something that was never yours to begin with?”

“You’ll regret laying a hand on her.” The man chuckled, but there was an edge to it now—a hint of unease. Kael’s resolve was unshakable, his power surging with each passing second. Before the man could react, Kael lunged again, this time catching him off guard. His claws raked across the man’s chest, drawing blood that sizzled as it hit the floor. The man’s expression twisted into one of fury, and he retaliated with a burst of energy that sent both of them hurtling backward.

I shoved him away and said, "Don't worry about me—just go!" However, it was too late. Over a dozen bodyguards rushed out of a car that had just stopped. They grabbed Mark and pinned him to the ground. Cindy walked up and kicked him ruthlessly. "Where the hell did you come from, you clueless idiot? Do you know who I am? How dare you stop me from teaching this wench a lesson! Are you looking for death?" Mark took a hard kick to the chest, and the intense pain made him break into a cold sweat. However, he mustered his strength to fight back, desperately trying to break free.

Then: "The High Heir asks the right question." Silence. Then: "The First Ones are merely invaders." The battlefield became still. Then: "I serve something older." The words struck like lightning. Then Aurelius cursed. For the first time. Then: "No." The Keeper looked pleased. Then: "Oh yes." The giant suddenly attacked. A massive fist descended from the sky. BOOOOOOOOM! The Keeper didn't move. Didn't dodge. Didn't react. The fist passed directly through him. Like smoke. Then the Keeper sighed.