He thought giving up was the option until he became stronger
He thought giving up was the option until he became stronger
"Where is that so-called douchebag?"
"Why can't I find him in the kitchen?"
"Get the hell out of your bed, you lazy ass. Adrian!"
Adrian staggered up from the bed and groaned out with a frustrated look on his face as he got interrupted by the scream and ranting of his wife's mother, his mother-in-law.
He rubbed his head with a sigh. "Not again," he mumbled and took a deep breath as his gaze landed on the crutches standing by the wall side beside the bed.
"What are you doing there, Adrian? Get your lazy butt out of that bed," he bit his lower lips and looked up at his mother-in-law, Brianna, who was standing by the door with a cold and fierce expression on her face.
He swallowed the lump in his throat as his gaze landed on the expression that was on her face. She wasn't here to play games with him. She looked serious.
"Good morning mum. Hope..." he couldn't finish his statement when he got interrupted by her.
"What's good about the morning, huh? Tell me."
"I woke up this morning and found out that you haven't done anything today."
"The room is untied. The dirty plates in the kitchen haven't been washed. Why haven't you cleaned the room? What have you been doing?" She asked.
"As you can see, I just woke up and besides, I was washing the plate last night before I got tired," he replied in a calm tone, not aware that his response had gotten her angry.
"And so? What if you got tired? Who cares? Even if you die, I don't care. And besides, you do everything I say in this house even my daughter who is your wife can't dispute that," she yelled at him and he swallowed hard.
He didn't know what to say to her. It wasn't a new thing to him so he wasn't sad. He was only heartbroken. He was used to her curses, her maltreatment, and humiliation. He wished it could stop but he knew it wasn't going to be soon.
"What else do you want me to do? Why do you hate me so much? I have always tried my best to satisfy you but you don't appreciate any of it," he said out of frustration and she gnashed her teeth.
"How dare you talk back to me, huh? You've grown wings, right?" She asked in a cold tone, her eyes were burning with anger.
He looked away and clenched the crutches so he wouldn't lose his stamina and fall.
"Whatever you put it but I'm just..." he couldn't finish the statement when her left hand landed on his right cheek.
Bang! She slapped him fiercely on the face and he lost his grip on the crutches and then crashed hard on the floor with a heavy thud.
She was pissed off. Not only has he been eating the food without bringing anything to the table but he also has the guts to talk to her whenever she's talking.
She didn't like that. All she wanted was to be dominant. And besides, she never asked for a son-in-law who's handicapped.
He shuddered and whined in pain as his legs snapped and his left leg that hit the floor burned with excruciating pain.
He bit his lower lips as he tried to control the tears that threatened to pour down from his eyes.
No, he wouldn't cry. He wouldn't cry because of his mother-in-law who is keen on making his life miserable.
"Why did you hit me?" He complained with an angry look on his face and she laughed at him mockingly.
"Because you deserve it you b*tch. Just a push and you're on the floor. Are you even a man?" She asked and laughed again before her countenance changed and became cold.
"You can't keep doing this to me. I'm a man," he yelled out of frustration and she scoffed.
"Prove it to me. Stand up and prove to me that you're a man," she said and he took a deep breath before reaching out to the crutches on the floor beside him.
She walked closer to him and kicked the crutches away before he could get it. "Not with that," she smiled and he threw his head backward in defeat.
There was nothing he could do anymore.
"Give me that," he muttered and crawled with difficulty to get the crutches from her.
That was the only way he could stand. He was no longer himself.
"Please ma'am," he muttered and she scoffed.
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes and threw the crutches at him. He squeezed his face and clenched his fist tightly as the crutches hit his face.
"Now get up and do what you're supposed to do," she said and walked away till she got to the door and stopped then turned to him.
"I wonder what my daughter needs in a crippled and handicapped man like you."
"Well, that is going to change very soon," she said and he arched his eyebrows.
"What do you mean?" He asked but she ignored him and walked away.
It's such a pity that she was rubbing his bad condition on his face even though he became handicapped because of her daughter.
He took a deep breath, gripped the crutches on the floor firmly, and staggered back to his feet.
With the help of his crutches, he walked out of his room and entered the kitchen.
He picked the dirty plates from the floor, dropped them on the washing basin, and began to wash them.
By the time he was done washing the plate, he was exhausted because of his condition but he couldn't stop because he was yet to finish the work he was supposed to do.
He picked up the broom and started to sweep the floor. He struggled to sweep the floor because one of his hands was gripping the crutches for support while the other one was holding the broom.
The maids in the house could only watch him do the house chores because his mother-in-law, Brianna, had instructed them not to clean the house.
They wish they could help him but they dare not dispute Brianna's word because she isn't someone to be trifled with.
Just when he was about to finish cleaning the floor, the door creaked open and his wife stepped inside the room.
A smile formed on his face as he stared at her face.
"Welcome back home..." The smile wiped off from his lips as his gaze landed on her hand and he discovered that another man was holding his wife's hand.
His wife, Sandra, brought another man home without his permission.
"Who is he?" Sandra and the man, who was beside her, frowned when her husband, Adrian, directed the question to her.
Adrian clenched and bit on his lower lips as he stared at her intensely, impatiently waiting for her response.
She squeezed out a smile and muttered to ease the tension that was pressuring the atmosphere. "He's my business partner so there's nothing to worry about. He's Mr. Brian."
He nodded his head and dropped the broom on the floor. She glared at him disdainfully as her gaze landed on the broom that was in his hand before he dropped it.
"Oh! That's fine. My name is..." his wife's business partner interrupted him before he could finish his statement.
"Andrew, her incapable and handicapped husband, right? Yes, she told me a lot about you. It's nice meeting you anyway," Brian said, and his eyes darkened in anger when he heard the statement.
Just like abusing him wasn't enough, he also placed his arms around her waist.
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I'm a moaning mess as Antonio slams into me from behind. His hips hit me hard, and each deep thrust sends shockwaves through my body. My breasts bounce with every movement, my eyes roll back, and I moan his name without control. The pleasure he gives me is overwhelming-I can't hold it in. I feel my walls tighten around his thick length. The pressure builds fast, and then- I explode around him, my orgasm tearing through me. He groans loud and deep as he releases inside me, his hot seed spilling into me in thick pulses. Just when I think he's done, his grip shifts. He turns me over and lays me flat on the bed. His dark eyes stare into mine for a moment, filled with raw hunger. I glance down- He's still hard. Before I can react, he grabs my wrists, pins me down, and pushes himself inside me again. He fills me completely. My hips rise on instinct, meeting his rhythm. Our bodies move together, locked in a wild, uncontrollable dance. "You're fucking sweet," he groans, his voice rough and breathless. "I can't get enough of you... not after that night, Sol," he growls, slamming into me harder. The force of his words and his thrusts make my body shake. "Come for me," he commands, his voice low and full of heat. And just like that, my body trembles. Waves of pleasure crash over me. I cry out, shaking with the force of my orgasm. "Mine," he growls again, louder this time. His voice is feral, wild, like a beast claiming what belongs to him. The sound sends a shiver down my spine. *** Solene was betrayed, humiliated, and erased by Rowan Brook, the man she once called husband, Solene is left with nothing but her name and a burning hunger for revenge. She turns to the one man powerful enough to destroy the Brooks family from within: Rowan's estranged and dangerous uncle, Antonio Rodriguez. He's ruthless. A playboy who never sleeps with the same woman twice. But when Solene walks into his world, he doesn't just break the rules, he creates new ones just for her. What begins as a calculated game quickly spirals into obsession, power plays, and secrets too deadly to stay buried. Because Solene isn't just anyone's ex... she's the woman they should've never underestimated. Can she survive the price of revenge? Or will her heart become the next casualty? And when the truth comes out, will Antonio still choose her... or destroy her?
Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.
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