Camelia's POV:
I finished my breakfast hurriedly and followed him inside the car.
After getting married to Derek, it was the first time, I was outside. I was looking at the outside scenery of the car.
Even though I was going to the hospital, it felt refreshing. It would be nicer if I could open the window.
Suddenly, I remember that I still didn't know his name. I turned my head to see that he was furiously typing something on his iPad.
Should I ask him? He seemed busy. I was fidgeting with my fingers.
Just let it go.
I already wasted his time. Besides, I wasn't comfortable talking with him. The way he looked at me sometimes, I felt scared. Felt like he might want to eat me whole.
This man was a mafia. But his extraordinarily handsome face didn't look like a mafia. Here, he was sitting wearing an Arma
Warning: This chapter contains violence and sensitive readers are warned!Lucifer's POV:It was almost evening. I was supposed to go to one of my Night clubs to attend a meeting with a local gang leader. But I changed my mind and canceled the meeting tonight. I got a call from Melissa a while ago that the results of the blood tests already came out. She gave me a call as soon as she got them. She found traces of Morphine in her blood. My blood was boiling.Camelia's CT scan, MRI and X-ray reports weren't ready yet. Camelia opened up about something; she told Melissa that sometimes when she cried or screamed much from the pain after extreme torture, they gave her an injection so that she would stop. That was indeed morphine. Derek, fucking bastard! How dared he?Fortunately, she still didn't grow any dependency on morphine. Or els
Camelia's POV:Ten days later:I was literally freeloading here. Eating so many delicious foods, getting to sleep on such a soft, fluffy bed, getting VIP treatment, all these felt a little weird. But who was complaining?It's thousand times better than living in the hellhole of Derek.But sometimes I feel homesick. Every morning, the breakfast plate reminded me about my mom. I missed her, I missed dad. I missed my family.It had been ten days and like Melissa told me, I wasn’t forced by anyone into anything sexual. To be honest, I was treated here as a guest not as a prisoner even though I was one.I thought I could remove the birth implant now. So, I could call her. But I didn't know her number. I should ask Lucifer for her number.So, I decided to ask him now. It was still early, we didn't even have
Camelia’s POV:The next day I woke up late. I went to the bathroom to get fresh. I was relieving my bladder sitting on the toilet, and then I remember about last night.I got a nightmare yesterday. I saw they were raping me. When I refused to comply with their sick demand, they whipped me until I blacked out.My only dream was to get out of their torture cell. Yeah, I’d rather call that place a torture cell than a house. Every day and night was agonizing for me.Now that I could get out of that place, they made me so traumatized that I was getting nightmares. Well, it was the first nightmare after getting out. I never got any nightmare because they never let me sleep peacefully. Every night I passed out due to their torture and my brain didn’t get the leisure to dream anything good or bad.But I was certain that someone was here yesterday. He held me when I was crying from my nightm
WARNING: SENSITIVE CONTENT!Lucifer's POV:My hold tightened in her arms as I clenched my teeth. I wanted to kill, I was seeing everything red.I looked at Camelia who started shaking again. Tears brimmed down her cheeks as she bit her quivering lip."Derek married me but Devin didn’t know about this marriage. When Devin got to know that his father married again, he was angry. He wanted to kill the new wife. But when he saw me, he lusted for me. He wanted me from his father for himself. He even threatened him to leave his gang if he didn’t let him fuck me. Derek was a twisted bastard he told him he could fuck me anytime he wanted. He let Devin rape me, in front of his eyes. Then it became a routine. The twisted, sick father and son duo raped me together, at the same time." She whispered."I was nothing but a toy to them. If I ever say no, they woul
Five days later,I was sitting on the balcony,on the chair. I was looking at the garden.It was beautiful; so many flower trees. The white roses reminded me of my home in Atlanta. I had a hobby of gardening. Even though it wasn’t big, we had a garden.I used to take care of the flower trees. Also planted seasonal vegetables like carrots, tomatoes, cauliflowers, lettuces, spring onions.In the last five days, I saw Lucifer only twice. He left his house early and returned late. He might be very busy with his works."Miss, please eat these." Suddenly, a maid called me. She was standing with a tray of fruits - apples and banana cubes.I took the fruit fork and remembered about Melissa. I thought it was time; I could cut
Lucifer's POV:I was waiting for Camelia on the breakfast table. It was already past 8.30 am but she didn’t come yet.She was avoiding me on purpose. I must have scared her pretty good yesterday. I was in a hurry, I had to check the shipment of the ammunition supply.How much I would like to drag her here and make her eat breakfast with me like a good little girl, I couldn’t do it now. For now, I chose to let her be. I would deal with her when I would return.She could get scared of me as much as she wanted but I wouldn’t allow her to hide from me. My toy would be available to me always."Make sure Camelia doesn't skip her breakfast or lunch. If she doesn’t want to eat or gives you a hard time, call me instantly." I instructed our head maid, Margo before leaving.Camel
Camelia's POV:Lucifer was a mafia leader and so I always thought bad of him. But he was actually being so thoughtful yesterday. I got scared for nothing.
Lucifer's POV:I was standing inside my study clenching my fist into a ball. My dick twitched painfully inside my boxer.