The Billionaire's Grip: Love, pain, and freedom

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p from Seraphina, a brutal reminder that I was not just

e spat, her eyes burning with an inten

and desperation. "All these years, you've held me responsible for a crime I didn't commit. I truste

her words sharp as knives. "Sorry isn't going to bring

ack to Damian, who stood waiting,

, trying to pull me close for

erest in being the other woman in your life," I declared,

back toward the bed. "You're mine now," he said, his voice

an?" I shrieked, my voice crack

urself," he replied with a smirk, glancing at Seraph

efenseless, my heart racing with panic. I needed to ou

inister-looking box on the bed

nees and cuffing my hands behind my back. I squirmed as the cold

into my mouth, silencing my cries. "There, that should keep you quiet,"

r. Tears rolled down my cheeks, each drop a painful memory of the warmth I once shared with S

d consumed by a suffocating loneliness. It wasn't just the physical restraints

body. I gasped, feeling as if each strike was tearing away at my very soul, punishing me for a sin I never

over me. He grabbed my chin, forcing my gaze up to meet his. "

rly defeated, my spirit crushed under the weight of their cruelty. My heart raced not just in fe

id-consciousness as my vision blurred. I felt too weak to cry out. Kneeling down, cuffed behind my back, hands and legs together,

s time i he

aggressively kissing. She moves down his body, slowly, methodically. She unzips his trouse

presses her face against the wall, one hand on the back of her neck, the

en subjecting me to this torment. Why did he marry me? What is his motive for this cruelty? Is he jus

e acts like. He holds her waist firmly in position, plunging deeper and deeper into her, as she moans uncontrollably. Is she enjoying this? Or is it just a c

im-Damian. The cuffs binding my hands and legs were unfastened, and the b

n a swift movement, he lifted me effortlessly onto his shoulder, as if I were nothing more tha

felt his hand grip my ankle, pulling me back with unforgiving force. Panic surged through

waist, pushing my pants as

n't," I cry, my

owled, pinning me down. "Close your

acing my voice as I struggled against him, trying to

plied, his tone da

ng. I felt the struggle drain from my body as a wave of pain washed over me, too i

r father. The contract stipulated that you must bear an heir. Whoever impr

ontrol, you see, you have

iolation rather than pleasure. I can feel him release, his warmth spilling into me, igniting a wave

mb for that, stupid bitch," Sera spits bitterly from the sh