His Obsession, Her Taboo

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st ten years. The clattering of equipment falling to the floor followed, some shattering into pieces, others just lying there like me, as I took the beating of my life. Though... I couldn't even call it

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so hard that I vomited a hefty amount of blood. It landed on the floor next to my cheek. My body curled instinctively, the pain searing through me, making it hard to breathe. I deserve this. Don't I? Th

ghts scrambled, trying to latch onto something normal, something other than the pain. It had been attached so tightly, the way it ri

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reaming. His blue eyes were wild, far darker than usual. Even in this moment, I found myself noticing the details I used to lov

with every furious breath. Somehow, a small part of me felt a twisted satisfaction, at leas

my head snapping to the side. Tears stung my eyes, but I wouldn't cry. Not anymore. I'd cried enough tears for this

meet his gaze. I looked up at the man I used to worship like a god. Th

low now, and that was somehow worse. The quieter he got, the more dangerous he became. I closed my eyes, br

together. His gentle touch terrified me more than the beating.

me, or

en holding back spilled freely now. I hadn't been in the red room for three years. I couldn't

ng my hair. "I know there are three things you're most afraid of: The dark, the red room,

kept me tethered to my sanity, the one place where I still felt like

happened, but I... I went out and he... he approached me, and it happened." The truth was I couldn't remember much

but it wasn't real. His caress became almost

ightened as he dragged me up by my hair. I winced but didn't

t's my fault," h

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st my gaze back down. Malik had never, ever ta

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me half to death over a mistake as small as burning his toast. But now... th

you. Please, forgive me." My words were desperate, hiccuping

nished... as long as you wear your hijab

r the hijab or Abaya before. I had always worn scarves, yes, but

di," I w

ready. Your boss just called, but I called in sick for you." He

appointed by Mr. Rosetti to be their famil

Rika, my boss, had said she would recommend me. I could

he had betrayed me long before that. And now... he was helping

but he raised his

him and rushed out of the living room, my heart pou

e. But for now, I pushed that thought