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What happens when rage and obsession collide?
They both didn't want a marriage, but destiny isn't always planned, righ...
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𝐑 𝐀 𝐀 𝐕 𝐈
Papa and I were headed out to shop when the car came to an unexpected stop near Shivaay’s office. I frowned, confused.
“I think my card is with Shivaay,” Papa remarked, signaling to the driver. “Go retrieve the card from Shivaay.”
“Wait, Papa. I’ll go get it,” I said with a smile, stepping out of the car and heading inside. With Papa along, I felt certain Shivaay wouldn’t scold me.
But as I entered his cabin, my heart froze. Sophia sat there, tied up, a tie blindfolding her and a belt securing her hands as she wept.
“Shivaay, sweetheart, please untie me. I promise I’ll never disrespect you again,” she pleaded, extending her bound hands toward me.
What in the world is happening?
Fury surged through me. Is she playing some twisted game? I stormed over and grabbed her by the throat, making her gasp as she struggled to pull my hands away.
“Don’t you dare say his name with that filthy mouth of yours!” I growled, shoving her off. She stumbled but caught herself, breathing heavily. And then she did the unthinkable—she laughed. Even with her hands bound and eyes covered, she had the nerve to laugh like a wicked witch.
She sneered. “I thought it was Daddy I was begging—”
Before she could finish, I slapped her hard across the face, the sound echoing through the room. “Shut up!” I roared.
Sophia chuckled again, lifting her bound hands. “It’s your Shivaay, right? Go on, untie his tie and belt—he tied them himself.” I hesitated but tore off the tie, recognizing it instantly. It was the same one I’d tied around him. The belt was no different—the same one he’d tied around my neck just last night.
My anger burned hotter. “You’re lying!” I spat, my words dripping with venom.
I trust him. He told me I was his, from the day we met.
