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,

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

in pain, hot tears flowed down her red-hot cheeks as she defended herself, “I am telling you the truth, please let me

but he buried his face inside her crux of her bony neck, she smelled so good, he wanted her beneath him right now,

you are mine and only mine! Nothing will change this!” he let out as he started

felt was disgust, she was disgusted to stand here, with him having all control over her body and the pain she felt was not only physical, but her pain was also all withheld in her heart, a heart that could no longer love or feel anything other than torment, horror, and misery. At the

other hand lingered the back of her dress and caressed the back of her bra and then her hips, he loosened his grip on Mariella’s

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 after her mother’s death, she would be his responsibility until she turned 18 and she could hardly wait for

pressed himself against her; she tried to fight against his grip on her and get free of his hold but failed miserably

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trying her cell since he had been looking

wait any longer, he knew what he

bungalow she lived in, without making any noise and once he was in, he tried to figure out which window was hers. All windows

for one window.