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TAKING THE BLAME FOR HIS MESSY BUSINESS
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Marianne Slowly I drew out from being unconscious with my eyes heavy, accompanied by the sticky sweat that ticked down my back. I was bound to a chair with both my hands and legs tied up. The warning bells struck again. I was kidnapped! The room had poor lighting illuminating from the four corners. The place seemed like an abandoned warehouse with creepy webs. I stuttered, gulping the fear that was feeding on my body. “Hello... Is anyone there...” My words echoed to be trapped in the four walls of the room. The feeling was way too familiar that I tasted my nervousness running down my throat. History was reiterating itself. Automatically, I gripped on the chair tightly when the door slowly cracked open, casting a dark shadow on the ground as the male body walked in with a cane in his hand. It was Ezekiel's grandfather! Wait, what was he doing here? “Sleeping beauty is finally awake. I thought that I would have to put a bullet in your head so that you would sleep forever,"
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Ezekiel In one of the many dark rooms in the underground factory in Russia were illegal gems and rare stones were being shipped from across foreign countries. I sat on a throne-like chair majestically. Tapping on the armrest, my neck raised high while my eyes were brewing with uttermost cruelty and danger pitching. I mouthed, dropping the smile while my eyes to glisten in brutal ness. “I see you won't speak. The diamond was safely packed along with the rest goods under my men's supervision and you say that it didn't arrive on the coast ship." A man covered in blood from head to toe, his eyes almost lifeless with his face badly beaten, his fingers were chopped off, leaving the middle one intact, but not for long. “I promise I don't know where they are. I never had my eyes on them after it left the factory Mr. Santiago is lying boss." he groaned, holding his chest. I flickered my tongue. The fool was still. Lying even when he was already on his way to the gates of death, he w
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Marianne Gradually I opened my eyes to meet the fancy ceiling of the room and slowly the memories came back along with the pain. It took me sometime to adjust to the brightness. Getting up from the bed, smoke covered my vision, and I jerked up, alarmed. Was the place burning? I looked to the side, and I saw a faint shadow falling on the balcony of the room and my hands immediately reached out, holding my chest when my heart almost limped out from fear. What was he doing there, standing like a ghost? Slowly yet softly, I called out. “Ezekiel….” I walked up to where he was standing. From behind I noticed how his black hair was damped, his broad shoulders were well fitted in the white bathrobe. He stood looking as handsome as the devil, ready to steal my soul away. He held a cigarette as he smoked heavily. Now that I thought of it, he was always either smoking or drinking . I face palmed my head. I was thinking about him again. Looking at the floor twisting my fingers, I blandly vo
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Marianne His loud voice startled me that I was passivefied with fear hearing him raise his voice at me. He was being terrifying, and it was intense that I peeled my eyes from his. My lips quivered with tears threatening to fall. “And what if I don’t sign them?” I forced the words out of my mouth. “Don’t play mind games with me, girly.” He walked over to my chair and he bend his tall body to my level. “He might be kind to you, but I won’t.” “Ahhhh! It hurts.” I yelled out my lungs when Ezekiel brought his nails plugging it to my wrist and he twisted his fingers before he whispered in a dangerous voice. “I can do this all day long, Marianne, and you’re the only one who is going to be in pain.” Shakily I took the pen, hazardly penning my signature on the paper while his fingers were still brutally on my skin, making me confused in pain. My fair wrist turned red with finger markings, my eyelashes turned wet, and I looked away from him, not wanting him to see me in such a pitifu
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Marianne I now realize why she was acting this way. This woman loved money. Calmly, I answered. “I don’t have a boyfriend. Mother, Erin is mistaken. I took a per time job and my employer was nice enough to let his driver bring me home.” I took the initiative to cover everything that was happening in my life with a lie because I knew she would freak out, knowing that her daughter was living with one of the prominent personalities in New York. Rubbing my shoulders like she was trying to console me, she sprouted out. “It’s okay Marianne you don’t have to hide it, I’m totally okay with it, even if he’s an old man, remember as long as he has money I will gladly accept him, you don’t need to be ashamed.” The only person I was ashamed of was her. How can she even say such things to her own daughter? I might not be her own flesh and blood, but that doesn’t mean that she can just sell me off. “You are mistaken.” The seriousness of my words made the smile on her lips slowly evaporate to wh
HIS BROKEN OBSESSION DEVOUR YOU TO THE LAST DROP
Marianne I kept quiet, biting my lips. Nervously, I gulped, holding my bag tightly. A dark shadow fell on half part of his face. He was installing fear inside me and it was working because I felt my brain stop functioning when his gaze refused to leave mine. “Words, Marianne, that’s what I want to hear.” He sat down under the little lights that made his features darker. I pressed my legs down, wracking my brains to give a proper reply. “He forced the card on me….” My voice turned into a soft whisper that made him emerge from the bed. Pushing himself up, he moved towards me, his eyes not leaving mine. “And you failed to tell me. Just in a span of two days, you broke another rule.” It felt like he was trying to put more pressure on me to speak things which I shouldn’t. Forget about the card. How was I going to explain the reason I left without the driver? “I see you have much running in your head. I’m willing to give you a listening ear.” His smile scared me the most. I took a s
HIS BROKEN OBSESSION PASSIONLESS TUMOR
Marianne I gripped on the sheets and I felt my eyes pricked in tears when his fingers tore into the flesh above my hip. His calm voice maintaining the chilling atmosphere. “If this is your definition of me fucking you with no mercy, then you should be grateful. I don’t fuck girls Marianne I break them to the point that they can’t get up. Hard core sex.” He didn't drop the temperature, and I reached to stop his hand from the abuse and I was sure that he was doing this deliberately. I buried my face into the pillow, nudging his hand, but he didn’t budge. I force myself to say. “It hurts, please…” A tear quickly disappeared into the pillow. “I’m sorry. I thought you wanted to taste the treatment I give to other women, since you are not satisfied.” He flipped my body over. He had me lying on my stomach, pulling my hair. He leaned to whisper in my ears. “Why so quiet? Does it hurt? Tell me where it hurts.” He brought his devilish face to my neck as more tears streamed down my pr
HIS BROKEN OBSESSION BEAR WITH ME, MY SWEET GIRL
Marianne While lying there with his gaze poking at me, I watch as his lips crawled into a crook smirk while he kept kissing my palms. “Was it that hard to say? My sweet girl, now look at what you made me do. I hurt you.” The anger that was in his early tone seemed to have vanished into tin air, accompanied by his gaze that softened. Kissing my palm, he bent over to wipe the blood from my face and it only got me dizzy with my world spinning. He was turning into a psycho, and his temper could split anytime. Calming down from the high rage, I felt completely insecure around him. Leaving my side, Ezekiel brought out the first aid box and got me to sit on the floor in between his legs as he took care of the wound he inflicted on me. Suddenly I heard him apologize. “I’m sorry, Marianne, but you have to bear with me until all this is over. I lost my mind thinking that you spent your last days not thinking about me, when I was dying in need of you….” His fingers came to the front of m
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