When he pushed me down, I felt dizzy. People quickly rushed to break up the fight, while others came to my aid. A lady in a pink dress handed me a bottle of water. I drank it as she tried to help me sit up. I felt so weak, with no energy left. I heard people asking, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I am." I tried to stand up, but Ryan forcefully grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the building. He pushed me into the car, saying, "Sit, I'll be right back." After 15 minutes, Ryan returned with bruised hands.
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"Kylie thank you for proving to me that you're community hoe" he said angrily
"Ryan please stop driving fast, I swear I don't know him at all !!
"He was just joking with you. I promise you, this is the first time we've ever seen each other. You have to believe me," I pleaded, my voice shaking with fear. Tears streamed down my face, not because he didn't believe me, but because I was terrified of what he might do to me.
"Shut up bitch. If I hear one word from you I will throw you out of the window." I cry silently, until we went home
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Ryan forcefully threw Kylie onto the plush, white bed, and with a loud clang, he locked the door. Kylie tried to stay calm, but inside, she was terrified. Ryan turned around slowly, seeing his wife trembling in fear. Guilt washed over him momentarily, but his anger overpowered it. Trying not to scare her further, he turned to face the wall, taking deep breaths. The image of his enemy with Kylie consumed his thoughts, and he growled, punching the wall, leaving a dent.
"Damn those low-class people! They're nothing but filthy animals. After all she's been through, she wants to travel with them? Just so she can be pawed by those disgusting men? Ryan couldn't help but think about Kylie's reactions, and irrational thoughts filled his mind, questioning the true reason behind her choices.
In a fit of rage, he flung objects across the room, relishing in the sound of shattering and breaking. Kylie gasped, curling up to block out the noise as Ryan continued to unleash his fury."
Amidst the opulence of the room, Kylie's focus shifted to the destruction unfolding before her. Overwhelmed with fear, she trembled and tears streamed down her face as the cacophony grew louder, leaving her gasping for breath.
When the chaos finally ceased, she mustered the courage to look up and found Ryan pacing, lost in his thoughts. "R-Ryan?" she called out, meeting his cold, calculating gaze as he approached her with an unsettling intensity.
"Ryan, why-" Kylie's words were interrupted Ryan I understand that you want to maintain the intensity in this chapter, but it's important to handle sensitive topics with care. Here's a revised version:
Ryan forcefully pinned Kylie beneath him, causing her to sweat and tremble. Despite her fear, she tried to remain calm as she looked into Ryan's distant eyes.
"Who was he to you?" Ryan demanded abruptly.
"He was nobody, Ryan," Kylie responded immediately.
She felt a wet sensation on her wrists and glanced up to see Ryan's bloodied hands from the earlier fight, his cuts still slightly bleeding. It seemed Ryan was unaware of his own pain, consumed by anger.
"Never let another man touch you, no matter the circumstances. You belong to me until I'm satisfied, and then you can rot in hell," Ryan declared, his words filled with possessiveness.
In that moment, Kylie mistakenly believed that Ryan cared and was jealous, but she soon realized she was wrong.
"You've not only shown me that you're a murderer, but also a slut," Ryan accused, tarnishing her reputation. "Did you purposely invite him to ruin my day? Are you plotting against me?"
"Are you two having an affair?" Ryan's anxiety grew, evident by his sweating.
"You want to have an affair with my enemy just to destroy me? Well, I'll make sure to teach you a lesson, Kylie."
In an instant, Ryan reverted back to his old self. No matter how hard she tried, Kylie could never fully understand Ryan.
"Ryan, please, you have to trust me..." she pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
"Trust you? Ha! Never. You killed my sister, and now you expect me to trust you? Do you think I'm that crazy?" he exclaimed, disbelief evident in his voice.
"I'm going to make you pay every single day," he said, forcefully dragging her into the kitchen. In silence, she prayed for a miracle.
He turned on the gas, and she couldn't comprehend what he was doing. He grabbed a long steel spoon and heated it until it glowed.
"Open your mouth," he ordered.
Kylie trembled as she listened, attempting to step back. But he tightly gripped her hand, causing her to scream. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth, and he burned her tongue with the scorching spoon.
She shouted loudly and collapsed to the ground.
"Are you seriously crying over this minor punishment? If I catch you talking to another man again, it'll be even worse," he threatened.
"Now, get up and make my bed."
Kylie slowly rose to her feet and returned to his room. She tidied the bed, and when she finished, she headed straight to the balcony, silently shedding tears.
KYLIE P.O.V
As the flames engulfed the room, panic surged through my veins. The heat was unbearable, and I could feel my heart racing. Fear consumed me as I realized the danger I was in. Ryan's sadistic smile only fueled my terror. In that moment, I knew I had to escape, to break free from this nightmare. The burning scene was a haunting reminder of the darkness that lurked within him, and I was determined to find a way out.
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Just then, she heard him calling her. She quickly stood up and wiped away her tears."
"Y-yes," she stammered, looking down.
He noticed her wince while speaking, realizing she was in immense pain. He felt a twinge of sympathy for her.
Ryan settled onto the black couch, crossing his legs. "I want you to clean all my shirts. You know how much I despise seeing them dirty."
"Y-yes..." she replied, gathering his shirts and heading towards the door.
"Kylie."
"Yes?" She turned to face him.
"You won't be sleeping in my room tonight. You'll be sleeping in the kitchen," he smirked.
"Okay," she said before walking out the door. Deep down, she didn't expect any better from him anyway.
KYLIE P.O.V
I couldn't help but tremble as I answered him, feeling small and powerless. His words cut deep, and I could see the satisfaction in his eyes as he asserted his control over me. Cleaning his shirts became a symbol of my subservience, a reminder of my place in his world. And when he coldly informed me that I would be banished to the kitchen for the night, I couldn't help but feel the weight of his cruelty. It was a constant cycle of fear and degradation, and I had come to expect nothing less from him.
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Romance"Hatred" is a gripping tale of love, betrayal, and redemption. In this captivating story, we meet Kylie, a young and innocent woman whose life takes an unexpected turn when she becomes entangled in a web of deceit and revenge. When Kylie finds hers...
