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The Devils Game Chapter seven
As the hours ticked by, I found myself trapped in Anatol's study with only one thing on my mind - Saint. The memory of his hands tightening around my neck lingered, causing a knot of revulsion to form in my stomach. Despite his violent grip, he hadn't actually harmed me...yet.The question of whether he would prove to be a better captor than Viktor, or a worse one, weighed heavily on my mind, making me tense with apprehension.For as long as I can remember, I have yearned for the bittersweet taste of freedom. The kind that fills your lungs with the crisp scent of adventure and ignites a burning desire to chase after whatever sets your soul ablaze. It is an insatiable thirst that follows me everywhere I go, urging me to run away from this life and never look back. A new world awaits me in a far-off corner of the universe, beckoning me with promises of simplicity and serenity. A place where I can shed my old skin and take on a new identity, one that speaks to the very core of my being
The Devils Game Chapter seven
Two months flew by so quickly. It was just endless tears, screaming and sleepless nights as I counted the days for my wedding day. Today is the day. August 22nd. The last time I heard from Saint was two months ago when he nearly suffocated me to death. After that he disappeared like a ghost. I have not heard from him. Seen him. Or the mentions of his name from me or anyone else in the house. It was as if it’s forbidden to say his name without his presence. I stand in front of the mirror, staring into the eyes of a lost girl. The dress I wore was carefully picked out by Ian, the elusive middle Nowak brother. With his busy work schedule, it's rare to see him, so when he does make an appearance, it's always a special occasion. And this dress is nothing short of special. As I slip into the stretchy white fabric, I'm struck by how well it hugs my curves. The silhouette is divine, fitted through the bodice before flaring out in a flattering triangular pattern at the waist. The off-the
The Devils Game Chapter eight
The rush of blood sears my veins.My throat tightens, and I swallow past the ache lodged at the base of my throat, trying to control my breathing. My rapid heartbeats thumped hard against my chest.Will this be my life till the day I die?Saint torturing me to the point where I can't even take it even more.When I reach the bathroom I slam the door shut, rush over to the toilet, kneel, pull back my hair, unloading the contents of my stomach into the toilet as the tears quietly roll down my cheeks.Once I'm done I close the toilet seat, resting my head on my forearm as I finally welcome the overwhelming tears.Events from the past play out in my head without warning.7th June 2013It's his birthday today.Standing in the kitchen being the well-mannered wife I am, I've decided to bake a cake for Vicktor.Sure we've argued a lot but it's almost our one year anniversary in a few weeks and it's his birthday so if we are going to make this marriage work why not start over with a cake and st
The Devils Game Chapter nine
I've been avoiding him for the past 3 days.Call me crazy, but I can't be around a man who makes me feel some type of way. I don't like the way he makes me feel, I don't like how he finds joy in my suffering.The way my heart speeds up, thumping like thunder against my chest, the way the hairs on the back of my neck rise, the way goosebumps travel all over my body, how I forget to breath, to speak, to move.I don't like it at all. So the best way to avoid the feeling is to keep distance from Saint.I felt like all eyes were on me as Saint and I sat quietly at our breakfast table. It's a special occasion where couples that are on their honeymoon have an all eat breakfast buffet.All I took was an apple, pomegranate seeds and pineapple slices. I was not in the mood for anything heavy. Saint just took two croissants with strawberries and yogurt with a cup of black coffee. Just like his soul.This is the closest I've been to Saint. When it's time for bedtime. I sleep on the couch and he s
The Devils Game Chapter nine
The sound of joyous laughter echoed throughout the space, filling the air with an infectious energy. As I placed the platter of juicy, ripe fruits onto the table, the rich aroma of tobacco and musk filled my senses, sending shivers down my spine. "Ah, the corruption within the force is truly a godsend, my friends," One of Viktor's boisterous companions exclaimed, his stout frame seated in the chair like a mountain and a crimson hue warming his chiselled features. His patchy hair was slicked back to obscure his bald spot, as he puffed on his cigarette before erupting into a vicious cough that made me flinch.The man beside me chimed in, "Absolutely, those pigs will sell their souls for a fistful of cash. Despicable, really." His deep voice rumbled in agreement as he stole a fleeting glance at my cleavage. Hastily, I reached forward to snatch the empty tray just as our eyes met.As I make my way towards the door, his lecherous stare follows me like a menacing shadow. Despite my best ef
The Devils Game Chapter ten
The violet sky casts a final glimpse of neon blue and orange before bidding the sun goodbye, leaving behind splinters of light to dance over the sleepy streets of France. Just as I stand next to my luggage, Nirali appears, a vision of grace and kindness. "Grateful for hospitality, Nirali," I murmur, accepting the black luggage from her outstretched hands. As I sigh, feeling the overwhelming fatigue of travel, Nirali reaches out to me with concern. But I shy away from her touch, recoiling from human contact.Her expression twisted in a dance of embarrassment at her forgetfulness. "I’m sorry," she stammered. "Abel mentioned your aversion to touch and yet here I am." I tried to muster a smile, weak as it may be. "No need to apologise."I scooped up my baggage and sauntered towards my car. Suddenly, a voice broke through the air like a warm ray of sunshine. "Irena," Nirali called out, her gaze brimming with tenderness. "If you need anything at all, just give me a ring. Anything, okay?" H
The Devils Game Chapter eleven
Saint's grand abode was a sprawling fortress of solitude, a regal palace seemingly built for royalty. It took a good forty minutes to traverse the winding roads that led to this mammoth mansion of opulence, with its grandiose dimensions twice that of Abel's humble abode. Yet despite its impressive façade, inside lay an eerie stillness; the vast halls and empty spaces devoid of any human presence. It was a ghostly refuge that whispered with secrets, waiting for the right tenant to bring it back to life.As I step into the house, the vast space feels like a breath of fresh air. The lack of bulky furniture allows the room to breathe and bathe in the sunshine that pours in through the wall-wide window at the end of the foyer. The view is breathtaking - the Eiffel Tower towers over the City of Love in all its glory. Lush greenery and exquisite artwork adorn the walls of the foyer, lending an air of sophistication to the space. The luxurious marble flooring is a sight to behold, gleaming
The Devils Game Chapter twelve
I hate it when Irena gets drunk. When she finds comfort and happiness in the indulgence of liquor. With my seat tucked in the shadowy corner of the poker room, my glass of whiskey was my only company. But as the liquid amber danced like fire in the dim light, my thoughts were far from content. The mere mention of Irena's wild drinking habits was enough to make my blood boil. It was a stab in my heart when I would come home to see her slurring her words and stumbling about. Each whiff of alcohol reminded me of my own painful past, a shadow that followed me with each wobbling step she took. I had tried to discuss it with her, but it felt as if my words were just another matchstick in the never-ending rift that sat between us, letting it grow until the flames erupted into an eruption of hot-headedness. It wasn't just the physical toll her drinking took on her, but the emotional toll it took on me. Her drinking reminds me of my mother, the very same woman who had neglected me when I was
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