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Mafia’s doll Chapter-32
Amara was restless. She couldn’t even do any chores. The laundry was dirty, the kitchen was a mess, and even her room was unkempt. It took everything in her not to get under the warmth of blankets and sleep in. Cause the more she stayed awake, the deeper her thoughts were taking her. Ever since Rhys left, she sat alone in the dimly lit living room, the curtains draped over the window—she didn’t even know if it was still a day or the night was ascending. The silence echoed the turmoil within her. The subtle hum of the clock on the wall seemed to mock the chaotic rhythm of her thoughts. As she traced absent patterns on the armrest of the couch, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Her fingers brushed over the petals of Peonies, the velvety texture felt soft against her skin, and the sweet and delicate fragrance, not overpowering but rather a soft lingering aroma that reminded her of Rhys.The way his fingers traced the length of her neck, the way his lips moulded her in a fierce heate
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Adrian had his arm wrapped around Amara’s small waist. As much as she wanted to run away, she had no option but to obey him. He was acting more psychotic with the passing day. It was scaring her. She knew it wasn’t right for him to treat her like this, but there was nothing she could do. So she let him do what he wanted for the time being. If she resisted, he’d punish her. Her tear-soaked pillow was wet and held all her emotions. She couldn’t even dare to move an inch. How disgusted he made her feel, she couldn’t explain it in words. The pain her heart held was enormous than the pain from his tight hold. Amara closed her eyes and waited for him to doze off. Soon, Adrian was snoring beside her. She was caged by him. All night, she stayed there like a lifeless doll. When the morning came, Amara was wide awake and tired. She didn’t have a wink of sleep. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder at Adrian. He was sleeping soundly, so she decided to get up. With utter precision, she unhook
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Amara narrowed her eyes at him. The audacity of this man. Something in her expression must’ve betrayed her because he let out a short laugh. “Ah, I see. Is it because I didn’t tell you I lived here?” Padding to the kitchen in his bare feet, he asked, “Have you had breakfast?”Amara shook her head unconsciously, feeling like a mute but afraid that her voice might betray her nervousness. This was not the best thing she was doing. Why had she thought that bearding the lion in his den was somehow better than trying to avoid him altogether? But there was no turning back now.She was standing in his house. Even though he was just wearing pants, with full clothes she was feeling more vulnerable. She tried not to look at him as it was indecent for her to ogle at him. She averted her eyes to the floor-to-ceiling window giving her full view of the city. The curtains were opened and there was a large black leather couch in the middle of the living room. The contrasting shades of beige and nu
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Amara panicked. “R-Rhys!” His grip on Amara intensified, his fingers tightening like a vice, as he forcefully handled her, leaving her trapped and powerless in his grasp.“You’re hurting me!” Panic surged through Amara as the brush slipped from her fingers, its descent to the carpet marked by the ruinous trail of white staining its pristine surface.Rhys clenched his jaw and looked down at his hand on her wrist and loosened his grip but did not let go. “Tell me, little one. Who did this?” Gritting his teeth, his eyes ablaze with seething rage. Amara gulped, her eyes welling up with tears... “Why…why do you care?”He clenched his jaw. “I care. Everything involving you concerns me. Now say the bastard’s name before I do it my way. And I assure you my ways are more violent than your silence.” She remained quiet and lowered her eyes. What was she to say? That Adrian did it? Her husband? The one she should feel protected with tormented her nights and days. Rhys observed her contemplati
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Amara blushed. Her cheeks and the rims of her ears were painted in the deepest shade of red. Just like the soft hue of a rose in full bloom, like a delicate sunset. Rhys fought for his self-control, which was slowly slipping through his fingers. How could someone look so innocent yet temptingly stunning at the same time? The way she looked at him through her lowered eyes, the way her skin tingled underneath his touch. Rhys could die thousands of deaths just to feel her. His eyes slowly raked over her neck which now was covered with marks, the marks that he left on her. The possessiveness in his thundered like the wild roar of a hungry lion. He wanted her, wanted the peaceful delight of being a part of her life, of being able to embrace her during the midnight hours and observe her presence at the breakfast table. He longed to be with her during her sickness and revel in her happiness when she was in good health. Occasionally, when his monsters overwhelmed him, he also wanted to c
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“Amara! What a surprise?!” Anna grabbed Amara by the hand and pulled her in a hug pushing past Adrian who glared at Amara. There was a hidden promise in his eyes that made Amara want to run for hills.Adrian gave her his infamous cold glare as Anna obliviously pulled Amara in. Amara noticed another presence stepping out of the elevator. Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before she felt a chill running down her spine.Abigail smirked. “Amara. Long time no see.” His politeness seemed like a mockery as Amara managed a small smile which further pissed Adrian who groaned in distaste and let out a frustrated sigh. Amara felt disgust ripping through her skin as Abigail looked suggestively at her. But that’s not what she was worried about. Adrian scared her more. “Let’s go in,” Adrian mumbled without taking his eyes off her. She nodded and Anna followed them. The living room was chilling and Amara realised how much she suddenly missed the warmth Rhys’s home provided her. Shruggi
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“Now you’re trying to seduce my friend too?” Adrian grabbed Amara by the neck and slammed her hard against the wall as soon as Anna and Abigail left. Amara felt her windpipe breaking as her eyes automatically watered. She tried to shake her head only for him to grab her by the hair as he pushed her down on the floor. Her head hit the sharp corner of the coffee table and she winced. Before she could process, Adrian crouched down and grabbed her by the neck once again. His eyes screaming at her with so much anger and jealousy. Fear gripped Amara's eyes, widening them in terror as Adrian's hand closed around her neck tightly, a stark realization of danger etched across her face. “Adrian…it’s not like…” Adrian raised his hand and struck her across the face. A momentary silence engulfed her. The flickering lights above her cast shadows around her and with trembling hands, she slowly touched her cheek where he hit her. Her heart shattered so did her life. Every comforting word he had
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Amara fought against the heaviness of her eyelids, attempting to open them only to be met with resistance. ‘No!’ Her voice echoed in her head as her head pounded with sharp pain. Turning on her side as she groaned, She grappled with the wish to see, but her eyes seemed reluctant to comply. A wave of obliviousness engulfed her, momentarily shielding her from the memories of what happened before he lost her conciseness. Breathing heavily, she scrunched her nose, feeling another sharp pain ripple through her head. Her hand fisted her hair, seeking comfort amid distress. As she struggled through the haze, memories crashed into her mind like a relentless storm. The names echoed with a mix of familiarity and dread – Adrian, Abigail. A chilling shiver crawled down her spine as she recoiled from the vivid memory of his belt. Her head throbbed with pain. The sensation of her insides being ripped out intensified, and panic gripped her. A haunting echo of her scream lingered in the back of
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