His Ex Wife

Flashback

Mariella had gotten home early that day, since she had bunked half the day anyway at school, she had thought that she would just get inside her room before her father got home and just think, think about all that happened recently, think about Iyan.

Whenever his name came to her mind, her stomach filled with butterflies, his possessive touch, the kiss they shared, the feelings she felt he had for her…it was too much to absorb, something about the way he felt for her, just drew her more to him every single time she thought of him.

But today was not the day she could think of all this. Rupert had already been home. In fact, he sat in anticipation waiting for her to get home, he was sitting on the lengthy L-shaped couch of the palatial living room of his villa. It was completely mental to think of, but Rupert had finished work all too early today just to get home and confront his daughter about that boy he had seen in the morning. Thinking about him even being close to Mariella made his blood boil, she was only his.

As soon as Mariella turned the keys of her house and opened the door, Rupert stood up, alert and attentive to the noise the old wooden main door of the house made as it opened. She locked the door now, completely unaware of the man standing behind her. Rupert was very sneaky, probably due to his profession too.

Before she could even turn around, Rupert twisted her arm from behind and planked her forcefully against that wooden door, her back facing him.

Mariella winced in pain as his grip on her arm tightened to not let her move at all, Rupert was a previously army trained professional, his grip could not be escaped or broken until he allowed for it.

He grew close to her ear and asked her in his husky and deep voice, “Who was that boy that came to you in the morning?”

chest, pounding uncontrollably. She was still recovering from the shock as she managed to say in pain of her arm still held in his extremely tight grip, “He is

he shouted in her ear and twisted her arm further as he drew in

flowed down her red-hot cheeks as she defended herself, “I am telling you the truth, please let me go…” she

could not sense if she was telling the truth, but he buried his face inside her crux of her bony neck, she

this straight inside your head, you are mine and only mine! Nothing will change this!” he let out as he started licking her ear, his grip still tight on her arm and she shrunk to the agony, her heart

she felt was not only physical, but her pain was also all withheld in

bra and then her hips, he loosened his grip on Mariella’s arm and his hand

endlessly at her vulnerability to stop all this from happening again. She wished she could just get one chance, she wanted to flee from this man, far, far away. Even that was not possible, Rupert Lewis was indeed her legal guardian

against his grip on her and get free of his hold but failed miserably against his mighty grip. Suddenly, she experienced an unexpected nausea and she collapsed in Rupert’s hands, losing

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house now. He had been trying her cell since he had been looking for her in the afternoon now. But no response, her phone was still switched

not even wait any longer, he knew what he had to do to see her once

of the bungalow she lived in, without making any noise and once he was in, he tried to figure out which window was hers. All windows of the bungalow were wide enough to let a man climb inside but all of them were covered with

for one