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"⚠️ This story contains themes of abuse, manipulation, and violence. It is purely fictional and not intended to romanticize harmful behavior."
Alex grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him, his voice low, dangerous-a venom-laced promise.
"You're mine now," he growled. "My wife. My hidden bride. My possession. I'll Fuck you when I want, how I want, where I want. And if you even flinch, I'll make sure you never walk again."
He stepped closer, his eyes blazing with rage and obsession.
"Take off your clothes, Lara. Now."
She trembled, frozen, tears running down her cheeks.
-and he shoved her against the wall.
"You thought marriage to me would be a cage?" he sneered. "No, Lara. This is hell. And I'm the devil who'll fuck you as I see fit. Whenever. Wherever. However. Because you belong to me now."
"I said take them off," he hissed in her ear. "Before I rip them off myself."
Lara's breath hitched as she slowly raised trembling fingers to her blouse. Every movement was filled with dread, humiliation, and hopelessness.
He grabbed her roughly, threw her on the bed, climbing on top of her like a predator claiming its prey.
His lips crashed against hers-not with love, but punishment. His kiss bruised. His hands unforgiving.
"Spread your legs like a good little wife," he hissed, "or I'll force them open."