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?”

of sweat formed on her forehead and her heartbeat raced inside her chest, pounding uncontrollably. She was still recovering from the shock as she managed to say in pain of her arm

the truth bitch!” he shouted in her ear and twisted

by now, still wincing in pain, hot tears flowed down her red-hot cheeks as she defended herself, “I am telling you the truth, please let me go…” she could not

was telling the truth, but he buried his face inside her crux of her bony

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

the pain she felt was not only physical, but her pain was

he loosened his grip on Mariella’s arm and his hand started groping her breasts

chance, she wanted to flee from this man, far, far away.

hands now snatched her backpack and threw it away as he hungrily pressed himself against her; she tried to fight against his grip on her and get free of his

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stood underneath her 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 off.

he knew what he had to do to see

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 thick curtains drawn over them

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