My Dying Heart, His Cruel Vows

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weren't just sounds; they were memories, stolen and pe

nuckles white as I gripped the cold metal. Tears streamed down my face,

ke a prayer. He had treated my body like a sacred temple. Now, he was defiling that memory, turn

esolate stretch of highway, a piece of trash discarded on the side of the road

down, and Kiley' s face appeared. She looked flushed, her lipsti

said, her tone the one a quee

opened the back door and slid in. The air inside was thick, cloying with

hing languidly. "What if I get

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it," he said, his voice laced with a deep, possessive

. All I could hear wa

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ght, his hand resting on my flat stomach. "One with yo

" I' d asked, tracin

father," he' d laughed, pulling me close

story from another lifetime. The gentle caress of his words had become

r," Kiley purred, her voice dr

ughter a constant, grinding assault on my sanity. When we finally reached the mansion, they disappeared i

the sprawling estate. But it didn't matter. The sounds

a wave of nausea and pain crashed over me. I barely made it to the toilet before

f carnal celebration, of hedonistic joy, of the potential for new life.

chery. I became a prisoner in my own room, my only companions

was so abrupt, so unusual, it was unnerving. I c

r nose, and the stovetop was a disaster zone. Elijah was sitting at the massi

ng me. Her tone was condescending. "Want

I said softly,

me. It was low and commanding. He

ed over, my feet silent

ggs, but they were burnt on the edges and runny in the m

d took a bite of the eggs wi

ley asked, her voice hope

ek with a tenderness that made my own cheeks burn with

so violently it fel

ed him a simple pasta dish. He had taken one bite, his eyes closing in exaggerated bliss. "Jamie,"

ise, was being given for a plate of burnt garbage. It

sked, her eyes sharp and malicio

te. The taste of burnt eggs and salt was acrid in my mouth, and a wave of

e restroom," I mumbled

he powder room before I was coughing violently, spitting a

tap, trying to wash the evide

't stand to see him praise me, can you? You have to ruin everything

ars, he saw my frantic attempts to clean the sink,

e arm around Kiley's shaking shoulde

cy gaze fe

dripping with disgust. He looked at me as if I were the most pathetic creature on earth

g bodyguards who had appear

k her