My name is Emelia June Corpuz, I was born on June 23rd in 2000 and I just turned 16 as of today. I have two older brothers and a baby brother, kuya Mike Agustus Corpuz, Kuya Franco Janus Corpus and Richie Valentine. Me and brothers were all born due to the love shared by my loving parents Feliz Corpuz nee Juan and Anthony April Corpuz. My parents love me, my brothers love me, my cousins, aunts and uncles love, my friends love, most of my neighbours love and even some of my teachers love, so I don't understand how they had the heart to ripped me away from those people who love me. How could they take everything away from like they deserve it, like it was their right! How could they still eat and sleep knowing those people who love can barely?! How is it fair that they could live and I can't?! I haven't lived my life to the fullest yet, I haven't fallen in love yet, I never get to hold someone's hands yet, I haven't graduated yet. I haven't lived my dreams yet, I never get to marry and have kids, I never got the chance to dance with my father in my debut and wedding, I haven't been a mother yet, I barely lived! I'm not a perfect daughter to my parents nor the perfect sister to my brothers but I don't deserve this, I don't deserve to be taken advantaged, to be held against my will, to be bound and gagged, to be stabbed over and over again, to bleed away and put in a five feet hole in the ground, but above all I don't deserve to never be serve any justice.
Warning: DARK ROMANCE
Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Prologue
Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out.
Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance.
It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face.
She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his.
His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second.
She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips.
Description
Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand.
Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?