My Man (18+) ✔️

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Inessa and Vincent had been at the ball the whole night, Inessa felt sick to the stomach and her head hurts like a bitch, so she excused herself to go to the bathroom. As she went to the bathroom and did her thing her head only caused more pain.

Inessa's head throbbed, and her vision struggled to focus as she fought against the haze clouding her mind. As she stumbled out of the bathroom, disoriented and vulnerable, she was abruptly pushed against the wall. Before she could react, a cloth was pressed against her mouth, and a chemical smell invaded her senses.

Panicking, Inessa clawed at her assailant, trying to free herself from their grip, but her strength quickly faded as the room spun around her. Her last coherent thought was the realization that she was being abducted.

Moments later, Inessa awoke to a sharp pain coursing through her body. She found herself tied to a chair, the restraints biting into her skin. She groaned, the pain intensifying as she attempted to move. Her surroundings were dimly lit, revealing little about her location.

Confusion mixed with fear as Inessa struggled to make sense of the situation. Her mind raced, desperately trying to piece together who could have orchestrated this brutal abduction and why.

Meanwhile, back at the ball, Vincent's worry grew as minutes turned into an eternity without any sign of Inessa. A gnawing unease consumed him, and he excused himself, swiftly making his way towards the restroom, hoping to find Inessa there.

To his horror, the bathroom was empty, devoid of any trace of her presence. Panic gripped Vincent's heart as he realized something was terribly wrong. He quickly sought out Zariah, Treyvon, Mira, and Elijah, sharing his concerns with them. They all agreed that immediate action was necessary.

Leaving the ball in haste, their minds filled with apprehension, the group rushed back to their home. Vincent's heart pounded in his chest as he searched every room, desperately calling out Inessa's name. But she was nowhere to be found.

With a heavy heart and tears welling up in his eyes, Vincent retreated to his office, seeking solace in the familiar surroundings. As he sank into his chair, his gaze fell upon a neatly folded piece of paper on his desk. Trembling hands reached out to pick it up, and his heart sank as he read the words written upon it.

Inessa had left once again, her words dripping with anger and resentment. She declared that she hated him and vowed never to see him again. The note shattered Vincent's world, and he crumpled to his knees, anguish etched on his face, tears streaming down his cheeks.

As Inessa regained consciousness in the dimly lit room, a chilling voice echoed through the air, laced with sinister satisfaction. "Well, well, well, if it isn't our beloved blond bitch."

Inessa's eyes widened in recognition, her brows furrowing in disbelief. The figure that stood before her was someone from her past, someone she never thought she would encounter again. The memories flooded back, intertwining with the present, as she mustered the strength to utter their name.

"You?" Inessa managed to say, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and defiance.

The person sneered, their eyes glinting with malice. "Oh yes, my dear Inessa. I've been waiting for this moment. Revenge is a dish best-served cold, isn't it?"

Inessa's mind raced, piecing together the puzzle. She realized the depth of the danger she was in and the dark web of secrets that had entangled her once more. Fear and determination intermingled within her as she braced herself for the battle ahead.

The room was filled with tense silence, each second ticking by like an eternity. Inessa's heart pounded in her chest as she confronted the demons of her past. She knew that escape seemed impossible, but the fire within her refused to be extinguished. Inessa steeled herself, ready to face the unknown.

As the mysterious figure advanced towards her, a glimmer of defiance flashed in Inessa's eyes. "You won't break me," she whispered, her voice laden with determination.

A wicked smile spread across the person's face, their eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Oh, my dear Inessa, you have no idea what's in store for you," they taunted, their voice dripping with malevolence.

Inessa's heart raced, but she refused to succumb to fear. She knew she had to find a way to escape, to reunite with Vincent and protect their family. The pain coursing through her body became fuel for her fighting spirit.

Back at their home, Vincent clutched the crumpled note in his hand, the words searing into his soul. The depths of his love for Inessa were immeasurable, and the sudden turn of events left him shattered.

In the midst of his anguish, a flicker of intuition sparked within him. As he wiped away his tears, a realization dawned—a gut feeling that the note was not what it seemed. Something didn't add up, and Vincent knew he had to uncover the truth.

With newfound determination, Vincent rose from his knees, his eyes filled with a resolve tinged with a mixture of hope and desperation. He rushed to gather Zariah, Treyvon, Mira, and Elijah once again, their presence providing a glimmer of support in this dark hour.

Together, they formed an unbreakable bond, a force that would stop at nothing to bring Inessa back. Determined to unravel the mystery behind her disappearance, they set out on a relentless quest for answers.

As they delved deeper into the tangled web of secrets, Vincent's instincts guided them towards an unsettling truth—a truth that would test their loyalties, challenge their notions of trust, and unravel the very foundations of their lives.

Meanwhile, in the dimly lit room, Inessa's struggle intensified. She fought against her restraints, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. Every fiber of her being screamed for freedom, for the chance to be reunited with Vincent and protect their family from the impending danger.

Just as hope seemed to wane, a sudden noise echoed through the room, catching the attention of both Inessa and her captor. The door swung open, revealing a figure standing in the shadows—a figure that neither of them expected.

Inessa's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the face before her. The person who had entered the room held the key to her salvation—or so she hoped. But as the figure stepped forward, an enigmatic smile playing on their lips, Inessa couldn't help but wonder if their presence brought salvation or a new chapter of darkness.

The room filled with electric anticipation, leaving Inessa and the mysterious figure poised at the edge of a life-altering confrontation. The future hung in the balance, and the consequences of their actions would reverberate far beyond their immediate grasp.

With bated breath, Inessa uttered a single word, her voice filled with equal parts desperation and hope. "Help."

The figure chuckled darkly, their intentions veiled in secrecy. "Help? Oh, my dear Inessa, you have no idea what kind of help is coming your way."

As the enigmatic figure revealed their true intentions, Inessa's heart sank. 

"No, please..." she said as the person came closer holding a knife, before she knew it a sharp pain entered her body making her scream out in pain. "chert vozmi, eto bolno" she muttered as she saw blood leaking from her side. (Fucking hell, that hurts)

To be continued...

A/N

So here we are the end of the book... or so we may think?

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