A Deal with the Devil
Y/N had always lived a simple life, trusting her parents to make the best decisions for her. She never questioned themâuntil the night they sold her.
It wasnât money they exchanged, but something far worse.
Power.
Her father had gambled too much, owed too many debts. And the man who owned those debts had one requestâher.
H/N had watched her for years. Waiting. Planning.
And when the opportunity arose, he took it.
Now, she sat before him, dressed as a bride, hands trembling.
âYouâre mine now,â he whispered against her ear as he placed the ring on her finger.
And with those words, her nightmare began.
The Wedding of Lies
Y/N wanted to run, but there was no escape. The house was locked, the guards outside ruthless.
Her new husband was worse.
H/N was not the kind of man who begged for love. He took what he wanted, and what he wanted was her.
The first night, she sat on the edge of the bed, heart pounding as he watched her from the doorway.
"Youâre afraid of me," he murmured, stepping closer.
She didnât answer.
âYou should be.â
He grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms. The scent of expensive cologne and something darkerâsomething predatoryâfilled her lungs.
âThis was always going to happen,â he whispered. âYou were always going to be mine.â
She fought him.
But H/N was stronger.
That night, she learned what it meant to belong to him.
The First Night of Madness
She had thought pain would be the worst part.
She was wrong.
The worst part was that he made her feel pleasure, even when she didnât want to. Even when she swore she hated him.
His touch was rough, possessive, but there was a terrifying patience in the way he broke her down, whispering sinful words in her ear, making her body betray her.
âSee?â he murmured, pressing his lips against her throat. âYou were made for me.â
Tears burned in her eyes, but she couldnât deny the heat pooling in her stomach, the way her body responded to his.
She had never been touched before. Never known desire.
Now, she was drowning in it.
And that was only the beginning.
The Addiction Begins
Days passed, then weeks.
She tried to fight him. Refused to speak, refused to eat.
But H/N had patience.
He waited. Touched her. Kissed her. Made her want what she should never want.
It started slowly.
The way her body ached for his touch at night, even as she curled away from him. The way her breath hitched when he whispered in her ear.
The way she hated how much she needed him.
And then one night, she gave in.
She reached for him first.
H/N smirked in the dark, pulling her into his arms. âFinally,â he murmured against her lips. âYouâre learning.â
And that was the moment she knewâshe was losing herself.
The Breaking Point
She was no longer the girl she had been before.
She still told herself she hated him. That she was a prisoner.
But when he wasnât there, she couldnât breathe. When he touched other women, she wanted to claw their eyes out.
She had become just as obsessed as he was.
One night, she stood in front of the mirror, staring at the reflection of a woman she didnât recognize. Her lips were bruised from his kisses, her skin covered in marks of possession.
She had sworn she would never love him.
But it wasnât love, was it?
It was something darker.
Something sick.
Something she could never escape.
The Dark Ending
She had a choice once.
She could have fought harder. Could have run.
Now, it was too late.
H/N stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. âYouâre mine,â he murmured.
She leaned into him, her fingers resting over his. âYes,â she whispered.
His grip tightened. âSay it.â
She turned, looking up at him with empty eyes. âI donât want to leave.â
His smirk was slow, satisfied. âGood girl.â
And in that moment, she knewâshe had been his from the start.
And she always would be.