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Consumed by His Cruelty

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1122    |    Released on: 10/07/2025

to be Sophia White' s dream home, but it was my personal hell. I was Olivia Reed,

side me, hi

ready by next month? Sophia is v

. "The subcontractors are on

he had chiseled away at me, piece by piece. He married me because his mother' s w

el driveway. She stepped out, all smiles and designer sunglass

ht to Ethan, igno

his neck. "I was just looking at the swatches for the

he said, his voice softening

d her gaze to me. It

You moved the walk-in closet. I told you specifica

professionalism kicking in despite myself.

istens to me. It's my house, but she acts like it's her

ating the plans to accommodate her ridiculous demands, working late into t

ned to me, his eyes filled wit

x i

all supports the entire second floor

ophia wants the closet there. Make it happen.

wing. They were all on Ethan' s payroll. They had seen this before. Th

weight. It happened at company dinners, at cha

structure," I said, my voice shaking

closer, his shad

ns your paychecks. I own this land. I own that house yo

ing into my skin. It was a sudden,

do as yo

le playing on her lips. She then

she just doesn't know how. It' s okay, Oli

sing into my flesh through my jacket. It was a

se if it's too much for

ment. Ethan, with his brute force and cold disdain

ed back, catching myself on a stack of dry

e just looked at Sophia, his

handle her." He said it li

The first time was a month after our wedding, after he told me my presence in his house was

his mother's inheritance, the one that would not only leave me with nothing but would also allow him to blacklist me from

stand it. I thought my dedication, my unwavering love that I still foolis

a block of ice, and Sophia w

oreman. "Get back

men glanced at me with a mix of pity and contempt before turning back to their tasks. They sa

o Sophia' s triumphant face. The pain in my shoulder

cycle of abuse, humiliation, and

ion workers. "Make sure she understands the new plan

der to his men to intimidate me,

grim. They wouldn't hurt me, but the

just left my body. The noise, the dust, the cold eyes on me-it all s

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“The half-finished frame of the house stood against the gray sky, a monument to Sophia White' s dreams and my personal hell. As Olivia Reed, a licensed architect, I was forced by my husband, Ethan Blackwood, to build it for the woman he truly loved, while he chipped away at my spirit, piece by painful piece. He despised me, believing I was the reason his mother was dead. My world shattered when Ethan, fueled by Sophia's venomous whispers, forced me to give my blood to Sophia after I physically retaliated against her years of psychological torture and discovered her pregnancy by him. He held me down, his loyal doctor drained my life force, and the woman who had already taken my home, my husband, and even my beloved dog, Shadow, now literally consumed me. The forced transfusion was the climax of three years of escalating torment. He had made me eat a stew cooked from my own murdered dog-the only creature in that desolate mansion who offered me unconditional love-after Sophia orchestrated his death, claiming he triggered her fabricated allergies. I had endured his public cruelty and private neglect, sacrificing my ambitions, all while Sophia systematically undermined me, framing me for professional incompetence and destroying my reputation. Every accusation, every humiliation, every act of betrayal was a calculated blow. He was the brute force, Sophia the venom wrapped in fake sympathy. I was his scapegoat, his punching bag, the living embodiment of a mistake he was forced to make. He saw a victim where there was a viper, and in his eyes, I would always be the villain. The love I once foolishly held for him was gone, replaced by a deep, hollow ache that cemented into ice-cold rage. Laying in that hospital bed, utterly empty, a new, hard ember began to glow: rage. I had to get out. For good this time. I scribbled 'I quit' on hospital stationery, signed my own divorce papers, and with newfound resolve, walked out of the hospital and straight to the one man who had loved me all along: Daniel Clark.”
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