All Chapters of My Tormentor Is My Lover [Tormentor Series #2]: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ROSE “Mama, when are we going to cut the cake?” Ana asked, tugging on my arm to have my attention. “Cake?” My father questioned. “It’s Ryan’s birthday. We were here to celebrate it, but instead I got a surprise of my lifetime.” I answered, taking Ryan's hand in mine. “Thank you so much, baby.” “For you, anything.” Ryan replied back, his thumb caressing the back of my hand. “So sweet…” Meghan whispered from across the table, sipping on her water. “Ugh-huh…” Nick cleared his throat, deliberately, to get his wife's attention. “Oh, don't worry, you are even sweeter," She said with a pat on her husband’s shoulder. I laughed, when she added, “You just make sure to rub my feet tonight.” She winked at me and then explained, “During this time it's heaven to have someone rub the tension off your feet. You should definitely try that.” “Don’t give her ideas,” Ryan muttered, but when I turned to him, arching a brow, he added, “You just have to ask for it, lioness.” Nick and my fa

ROSE “She is my mother!” The silence that followed was suffocating. “Your mother…” I whispered. Ryan slumped forward, elbows braced on his thighs, his face buried in his palms. His broad shoulders, always so unbreakable, seemed to collapse inward. But I couldn’t make sense of it. It was still impossible for me to understand why would his mother… “Your mother is trying to kill me,” I said slowly, the words tasting unreal. “She’s trying to kill our babies.” A distressed sound tore from my throat. “She was the one who destroyed my hotel room… who sent those dolls… Oh my God.” He said nothing. And his silence drove me closer to hysteria. “Why?” My voice rose despite myself. “Why would she do something like that? And why haven’t I met her? You never told me anything about her. I thought she was dead—” “I wish she was.” The raw hatred in his voice stole the air from my lungs. “I didn’t tell you anything,” he continued, lifting his head slowly, “because there’s nothin

ROSE I crept down the stairs. It was quiet, only low murmurs drifted from the library, of my father and Arjun. I stopped in the middle of the drawing room, a sudden thought hitting me. Just today, I had met my father… and now I didn’t even know if I’d ever get that chance again. The message I had received was another photograph of Ana with a text, that said: SEE YOU SOON. This time, she was huddled in a corner. Her grey eyes were defiant, but scared. Tears streaked down both cheeks. My daughter… so much like her father. Even when she was terrified, she refused to show it. Along with the photograph were coordinates. And a number I assumed was a room in a hotel. I wiped my tears and slipped the phone into my pocket as I made my way to the kitchen. I had no doubt the guards Ryan had stationed would run straight to him if they saw me leaving. And then they’d drag me back to my husband, who would probably lock me in chains if he knew what I was about to do. So the back door

ROSETrying to erase the sight of an old man, at least in his mid-sixties, getting a blowjob near the elevator from my mind, I made my way toward room 205.My steps slowed when I noticed the door was already open.The moment I caught my first glimpse inside, my heart stopped. My entire body stilled, frozen in place.“I’m telling you, I’ll finish you if anything happens to my daughter,” Ryan said.I watched as his arms flexed around Ana, holding her tightly against him. She was whimpering, trembling in his hold, her face buried in his neck.“Just sign the papers. We don’t have time for your bullshit,” Josh Stewart, the bastard who had made my husband’s life hell, snapped, pressing the gun harder against him. “Your father never gave me what I wanted, but I’ll take it now even if I have to kill you for it.”“His father never knew what was good for him,” the woman, his mother, added coolly. “He even tried to send me back to India.”“I swear, if you don’t walk out right now, the police wil

ROSE The day all women wait for, from the moment they begin to understand the meaning of love, had finally arrived in my life. I was seven months pregnant, huge, hormonal, and practically a walking grenade, ready to detonate at any moment. And to make matters worse… or better, depending on how you looked at it, I craved sex all the damn time. And today, I had just gotten married. For the second time. The first had been when we realized our love for each other, when we had promised ourselves, our hearts, and everything we were. But today… today was different. Today, we stood in front of the world and declared that we belonged to each other. We made vows, spoke promises, and bound our lives together in front of witnesses who saw our love, who heard us swear to stay until death tore us apart. Our wedding hadn’t been traditional, far from it. My maid of honor had been our daughter, Ana. My bridesmaids were Monica, Natasha, and Winter. Pops and Michael had walked me down