"Dont you think I have to know your name" I murmured to him as I keep moaning He held my hands tight unto the bed and took off my top "Should we do this?" He asked kissing my neck down to my breast, my nipple became hard and pointed. I kept moaning non stop, I hurriedly took of my panties and took off his too. "holy shit, you are freaking hot" he said as he puts his lips on my nipples, he sucked them and massaged them with his cold, soft hands "Oh shit, I love this" I said. ... Jessica "JESSY" Smith, a successful event planner and a story writer falls in love with one of the wealthiest man in American called RYAN BROWN but their beautiful and sweet romance was threatened by their pasts, regrets, secret and family problem from Ryan's past. The mistake he made turned his entire world upside down, he suffered from it and it was also passed down unto his children, they all had their own share of problems created by Ryan, the mistake he made when he was a young boy. Jessica also becames a victim of her past, her ex boyfriend came back again.
Chapter 1 My life at mess
As I gazed into the mirror, the reflection staring back at me was almost unrecognizable. My eyes, once bright and full of life, were now puffy and bruised, with dark circles underneath, like two black holes sucking in all the light around me. My cheekbones, once high and defined, were swollen and tender, a constant reminder of the pain and fear that had become my reality. My lips, once full and inviting, were cut and bleeding, a harsh testament to the cruelty that had been inflicted upon me.
The memory of last night's argument with Michael still lingered, his angry words and fists still echoing in my mind like a never-ending nightmare. I could feel the shame and fear washing over me like a cold shower, as I realized I had stayed in this toxic relationship for far too long, sacrificing my own happiness and well-being for the sake of a love that had long since turned sour.
My mind raced back to the early days of our relationship, when Michael was charming and kind, making me feel like the center of his universe. But over time, his charm had turned to manipulation, his kindness to cruelty, and his love to control. I had been blinded by my own desire for love and acceptance, ignoring the warning signs and red flags that had been waving in my face for so long.
But now, as I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the battered and bruised person staring back at me, I knew I had to take a stand. I knew I had to find the strength to leave, to walk away from the only life I had known for so long, and start anew. It wouldn't be easy, but I was ready to take the first step towards freedom, towards healing, and towards a life where I could be happy, truly happy, once again.
As I stood there, gazing at my reflection, I felt a wave of despair wash over me. The physical bruises on my face were only a small part of the story. The real wounds were the ones inside, the ones that had been inflicted on my soul. I felt like a prisoner in my own home, trapped in a life that was suffocating me.
The door was locked from the outside, and I was at the mercy of Michael's whims. He controlled everything - what I ate, what I wore, who I spoke to. I was a shadow of my former self, a mere ghost of the vibrant person I once was. The food I was given was meager and tasteless, a constant reminder that I was a captive, a prisoner in my own life.
The windows seemed to mock me, their transparency a cruel reminder of the freedom I once knew. I longed to walk outside, to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, to breathe in the fresh air. But that was a luxury I was denied. My world had shrunk to the four walls of our home, a prison that seemed to close in on me with each passing day.
But as I looked at my reflection, something inside me stirred. A spark of defiance, a flame of resistance. I knew I had to escape, to break free from this toxic cycle. I didn't know how, or when, but I knew I had to try. For my own sake, for my own survival. I was ready to fight back, to reclaim my life, and to rediscover the person I once was.
As he entered the room, I could feel my heart racing with a mix of fear and resentment. He approached me with a feigned concern, offering a plate of food and some skin care products. The irony was not lost on me - he was trying to nourish the body he had just battered, and conceal the evidence of his cruelty.
" Eat, you must be hungry," he said, his voice laced with a false tenderness.
I took the plate, my eyes fixed on the bruises that seemed to stare back at me like a constant reminder of his brutality. The food, once a source of comfort, now felt like a tool of control, a way to pacify me into submission.
"And use these creams, they'll help with the swelling," he added, his eyes avoiding the mirror, where our reflections seemed to mock us both.
I took the products, my mind racing with the thought of escape, of freedom, of a life without the constant fear of his wrath. Little did he know, his attempts to conceal the evidence of his cruelty only strengthened my resolve to break free.
"Michael, let me out of here!" I spat, my anger and frustration finally boiling over. "I can't take this anymore! You're suffocating me, trapping me like a prisoner in my own home. I need to get out, to feel the sun on my face, to breathe fresh air, to be free! I'm tired of being locked up like a bird in a gilded cage, with no wings to fly, no voice to sing. I'm tired of being your captive, your plaything, your punching bag. I'm a human being, with a heart and soul, and I deserve to be treated with dignity and respect! Let me breathe Michael, I need to breathe, I also have my own life do not destroy my life".
My words were met with a cold, calculating stare, his eyes narrowing as he took a step closer to me. "You're not going anywhere," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "You're mine, and you'll do as I say. You'll stay here, where it's safe, where I can protect you from the world. You're not capable of taking care of yourself, you're too weak, too fragile. I'm the only one who can keep you safe, and you'll do as I say, or suffer the consequences."
Protect me? From the world? I felt a bitter laugh rising up in my throat. "Protect me from you, you mean," I snarled, my defiance sparking a fire within me. "You're the one I need protection from, Michael. You're the monster in my life, the one who's suffocating me, body and soul. You're the one who's crushing my spirit, who's stealing my joy, who's destroying my life. And I won't take it anymore!"
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