hey beautiful readers...
here's the next chapter of this novel I hope you'll like it.
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Sneha POV
"Please... leave me" I begged, my voice trembling as I looked at the two towering men in front of me, their dark attire blending with the shadows of the room.
"We paid the price, woman. Now, you belong to us" one of the men growled, his deep, menacing voice sending shivers down my spine. A tear slipped down my cheek as despair consumed me.
My gaze fell to the floor, my tears falling silently. I wanted to run, but my hands were bound tightly behind the chair, and my legs were tied together. I was helpless... could only pray to be with my husband.
"AAAHHHH!" I screamed as one of the men grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back to face him. Pain shot through me as I clenched my eyes shut. His face loomed closer, and I could feel his hot breath against my neck, making my skin crawl.
"You smell good" he murmured, his voice laced with vile intent. His nose brushed my neck before he bit my earlobe, eliciting a gasp of fear.
"Please, don't" I whimpered, writhing in his grip. Suddenly, he released me with a harsh shove, and I gasped for air between sobs.
"You should prepare yourself..... you'll be opening your legs for many men soon" he sneered and my breath hitched as his words sank in.
"Please... let me go. my... my husband will pay you—"
"HE IS MY MAN!"
A loud, familiar voice echoed through the room, cutting me off....her loud sound sent a chill down my spine.
I strained to turn toward the source, but the bindings held me in place. The voice came closer until a figure stepped into view. My heart froze when I recognized her.
"Amisha" I gasped, disbelief and terror flashing through me.
"Surprised, little woman?" she sneered, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. Dressed in black skinny jeans, a fitted shirt, a leather jacket, and tall boots, she radiated danger.
"Amisha, please, let me go" I begged, tears streaming down my face.
She tilted her head and laughed—a cold, maniacal sound that was soon echoed by the men surrounding me. Their deranged laughter reverberated through the empty room, amplifying my fear.
"Let you go?" she mocked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Oh no, dear. This is just the beginning."
She lift up her hands and squeezed my cheeks roughly, forcing me to look at her.... She leaned close to my ear, she whispered, her voice a venomous caress.
"You know the worst part?" she asked, her breath sending an icy chill down my neck.
I trembled, my body betraying the terror I felt.
"Not just them..." she murmured. "Even I want to fuck you."
Her words struck like a thunderclap, shattering the fragile hope within me.
"I'm bisexual" she continued, her voice soft yet sinister. Her tongue flicked across the skin below my ear, and bile rose in my throat as I recoiled in disgust.
"So be a good girl" she whispered, her lips dangerously close to mine. "Shut your mouth, or I'll strip you and devour you right here, in front of everyone."
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Destiny-Tale of Hearts
Roman d'amour"You can't force me" she screamed with teary eyes. "I can, I am your husband I can do whatever I want" he held her both wrist tightly and pushed her to the wall. He was about to kiss her neck but she fainted in his arms. He picked her up in his arm...
