Short Tales of Crazy Romances

Bound by Love or Hate

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Author's Note:

Hey everyone! These stories are all in Third Person J I’m trying to work on writing in third person since I always write in first person, which I will continue to do with my main stories but anywhoo I hope you enjoy. ツ P.s They are all one-shots but I may continue to ones that I really fall in love with <3

Story One: Bound by Love or Hate  

The room was dark as Keara Wellington slumped down against her bindings, her tired legs feeling the weight of constantly standing, the young girl cried out as the ropes tied onto her wrist pulled her arms back painfully. Keara was seething with every bone in her body, how could one small mistake make me end up in here she thought, as she pulled her body up into standing position again leaning back against the wooden pole she was bound to.

Collin Montergo was a cruel man; he found enjoyment in others misery, his greying hair and his steel blue eyes gave him a dangerous look with a haunting smile. The servants that worked in his stables and on his land found no mercy from him. The man was considered a creature from hell by most, though he wasn’t always a cruel man, his wife Deloris passed after the birth of their daughter Mirelle, from there Collin was selfish, taking greed to a new level, he was heartless as he bought slaves and sold them, separating families as he did so. An act of kindness before he met his wife will forever haunt him though, a young woman Ariel Wellington, with bright green eyes and long flowing brown hair was found by him on the streets of the dangerous town, it was nearing midnight as he helped the woman who was carrying a small child in her arm, a baby girl who couldn’t even be mere weeks old. Collin brought Ariel to his home to live. Collin found himself falling for the woman the longer she stayed, but Ariel would never return his feeling wishing only for the deceased man that was the father of her child.

Ariel and Collin became close friends, but too soon Ariel wished to leave, and be on her own way with her daughter Keara who was reaching the age of three. Two more years passed before Collin Montergo was alerted that Ariel had been attacked while traveling, her daughter Keara had survived the onslaught, but was left alone to the streets, Collin brought the young girl of five to be one of his workers, he took to the ladies working in his house to care for Keara. But the similarities between Ariel and Keara caused Collin great grief and he refused to be near the young girl after the age of ten sending her to work out on the field and stables instead.

Collin stood from his desk in present time, stopping his thoughts from traveling to either Ariel or Deloris as he looked from the window two stories high. He could see a young man walking to the stables where he had Keara Wellington tied, a punishment for back chatting his youngest daughter Mirielle, he hoped whoever was walking towards the stables would finally teach her a lesson; Keara was as stubborn and tough as a mule. The grey haired man turned from the large window, finding a seat he sat thinking of his son Alec, when Collin retired Alec would take over the family business, managing the fields and stables and handling everything else. His son Alec was nineteen deeming himself ready to start dealing with the more formal side of their business, Collin would teach him the tricks and the trades before he went on a permanent vacation.