30 parts Ongoing MatureThe door clicked shut behind her.
Haya exhaled, relief washing over her after yet another exhausting day. She wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed, to close her eyes and pretend the world outside didn't exist.
But the moment she turned on the light-her blood froze.
He was there.
Sitting casually on her bed as if it belonged to him, a cruel smirk curving his lips. His green eyes glinted with malice.
"Come here, wifey," he drawled, spreading his arms as though he were welcoming her into an embrace. "Your husband is waiting."
Her stomach dropped. She instinctively stepped back, but he rose slowly, like a predator savoring the chase. Each measured step toward her echoed with menace.
He caged her against the wall, his arms bracketing her in, his breath warm against her skin. He leaned down, inhaling the faint trace of her fragrance.
Her body turned to ice. The color drained from her face.
"So..." he whispered, voice laced with mocking sweetness. "How was the day, wifey?"
She forced a trembling smile, words sticking in her throat. "I-It was good."
"Oh, good?" His smirk widened. "You enjoyed it?"
Her lips quivered. "Y-yes."
His eyes sharpened, piercing straight through her. "And tell me, darling... what information did you collect with him today? Is it enough to put me behind bars?"
Her breath caught, her chest constricting. It felt as if her very soul had slipped out of her body.
He chuckled, the sound low and cruel. Taking her by the hand, he pulled her along, ignoring her weak resistance. Her heart thundered when she realized where he was leading her-toward the secret room.
"No..." She shook her head violently, panic clawing at her chest. "No, please. Don't. I can't... my body is already sore-please!"
But he only smiled, a parody of tenderness. He patted her head, just like a doting husband.
"No, baby. Be a good wife." His voice dipped lower, darker. "And please your husband."
With that, he shoved her down onto the mattress.