Roxanne As much as he looks easy going now he looks devilish. What is his real personality? “I just want you to confess that Emily was the one who planned your escape from this marriage." He says. “Simple, isn't it." He gives a full toothy smile. A shudder passes through me even thinking about the outcome of that. “Why do you think I will do that?" I asked. I would never do that. “You have a point." Is he really an idiot? He thinks for some time with his eyes away from me on the wall in front of him. I flinch as his eyes move back to me as his body completely turns to me with that devilish look in his eyes. “Then I will do it." He turns away from me. “At least I tried." He grumbles to himself. He gets convinced that easily? I thought he would not leave till I got twisted to his commands. He flicks away the invisible dust and walks towards the door. His back towards me. He stops suddenly and I get alert. I can't be at ease in front of these Rodriguez's and Lander's. The
Isaac “Sleep love." I whisper in her ears. She shifts slightly and I groan when her hips graze my length. “Women, stop moving." I snapped, my voice strained. My hands tightens on her belly and breathing gets heavy. “Hah." I huff when she finally stops moving. I gaze at her side profile. Her pale cheeks which were blemish less a few hours earlier now have a slap mark. A slap mark given by me. That slap must have given a lot of pain, since I had put half of my strength in it. In only two days, I have given her three bruises, one on her cheek and two on her wrist of both hands. Though for the stunt she pulled today, she deserved the slap then why am I feeling regretful. Her blemished cheeks were giving me pain and breaking my heart. I could never digest a bruise on her. Though I have always tried to control my strength while handling her, I always end up giving her one. I flip to the other side and grab the cream from the night stand. I had asked our doctor for the best cream
Roxanne I flap my legs in anger. And in anger I threw the quilt down. What was he doing here? And why was he being cheeky? Does he think everything is alright? Bastard did so many things and is being cheeky. I should have stabbed him in the nose two more times. I glare at the wrist where he had applied medicine. I harshly start rubbing my wrist. I don't need medicine from the person who has given me injuries in the first place. He shouldn't have done it to begin with. Signing on my stupidity as my wrist starts burning due to harshly rubbing it. I get up from the bed and put my feet on the ground. Everything's a mess and here I am sleeping, peacefully. But that's me, whenever things get heavy I solve it by sleeping away. Sleeping helps me to get away from the problems. I have been doing this since I can remember. Whenever things get out of my hand I sleep away. I get out of the room and start manoeuvre downstairs. While walking through the hallway, I find one of the helpers
Roxanne I stumble as she harshly pulls me. Even though she has her heels on, she can still walk this fast. “Mrs. Lander, leave my hand. Where are you taking me." I shout. I tried to pull my hand out of her hold, but it only ended up giving me more pain. She pulls me downstairs. While ascending the stairs, I skipped the last step, making me fall straight on my knees, as Mrs Lander leaves my hand in the middle. I whimper in pain. I rise and look at my elbows, it's not that bad. Wincing, I stand up. My knees were buckling. I slide the dress to the side, by the split and sure enough my knees are injured. Blood was sleeping out from the split skin. It fucking hurts. Angry, I look up at Mrs Lander whose eyes are already on me. “What is wrong with you?" I asked sharply. I don't know why tears well up in my eyes. I am fed up with everything. She doesn't heed my words and looks away and I follow her eyesight to see all the other members are already here, gawking at us. Mrs Rodri
Isaac “What is happening here?" I was away just for a few minutes and I got a call from Carla saying some shit is happening in the mansion with Roxanne. I had sent Carla with the latest mobile models to have Roxanne choose which one she wanted. I look at the scene unfolding in front of me. My eyes widen when I see Roxanne staggering. Before I can think of anything I whisk towards her. Before she could land on the ground I circle my hands on her belly. I heave a sigh of relief when she is secure in my arms. I caress her forehead which is damp due to sweat. I remove all her hair away from her face. She looks pale and frightened. Why is she like this? I take her in my arms and walk towards the sofa while avoiding each and everyone. I lay her on it. “Call the doctor." I shout to no one in particular. Why did she get unconscious? Didn't I order a maid to get food for Roxanne. I am gonna kill that maid for starving Roxanne. “H-he will be here in a few minutes." Mom answers shutte
Roxanne I wake up with a jerk and frantically look around. My breathing is heavy. Everything is fine. I kept repeating those words while I brought my breathing to control. I had a nightmare of me beating that young boy mercilessly. A smile intact on my face, as I showered hits after hits on him without any remorse. It was horrifying. I look around and get startled when I find Isaac on the balcony lost in his thoughts. He looked distant. I look away from him. Yesterday was a nightmare. I can't call these people humans anymore. They are the worst of the worst. No one is different in this house. I shift and a hiss leaves my mouth. I throw the quilt away and my eyes fall on my bandaged knee. I stroke it. I really hate this family. I very delicately move back and lean my back on the headboard. I feel very powerless. It's like I don't have any energy left with me. I look down at my hand. The same hand which beat up that boy. His pleas of pain echoes in my mind and I clench my eyes
Roxanne “Thankyou for coming, Mr Rodriguez." Father bids his gratefulness. The party has ended. Everyone has left. Now the ball room is empty of people except a few helpers and us. Isaac, uninterested , doesn't bother to reply back. I take that as a queue to ask father for a favour. “Can I spend the night here, today?" Isaac's hold on my belly tightens. Isaac has been very lenient with me today which was odd. He didn't stop me from doing anything. He didn't order me around. He didn't warn me what to do and what not to do. Except in the car where he warned me to not do something stupid. But I can tell he is nervous and restless. Which is weird. “Sure, darling." Father says sweetly. Sis gives me sceptical looks. I harshly jerk Isaac's hand away from around my belly as I turn to face him. “You can leave, Isaac. I will meet you tomorrow." Or never. He is angry. The fisted hands and clenched teeth gave it all out. I sign inwardly for the debate which is coming my way. I am
Roxanne “Pl-please, st-stop it." I shutter out. My throat hurts from all the begging and shouts. My hands are freed but I don't have the energy to move. I don't know how much time has passed. His ragged breathing is fanning my neck as I lay on his stomach. My hairs cascading down and hiding our faces. I tilt my head up and whimper when his thrust becomes rough. My hands are holding on his shoulders as he moves my hips to his pleasure. My hips buckle as I feel myself coming. I yelp when he flips us. My hazy sight fell on his face. I tilt my head up while my back arches as his thrust becomes harder, his breathing getting heavier. His hands beside me, holding his body up as he moves back and forth. My hands grab his wrist as I feel him filling me uptenth time. I whimper in pain when he pulls himself out. Is it finally over? Tears started falling through my eyes. He finally got what he wanted. He finally raped me. I look away to the side. I don't have the energy to get up. Su