Forbidden Freedom Jasmin Miller の小説・ストーリー

Valerie whispered. Julia squeezed her hand. “You don’t have to say anything you’re not ready to say. But you’re not alone, okay? Whatever happened… you’re not facing it by yourself.” Valerie nodded, but a cold truth nestled deep in her chest: She didn’t know if forgetting was still possible. Not after a man like Drugo Hawthorne touched her life. Not after last night. Because men like him didn’t accidentally cross lives with girls like her. Not without consequence.

Lawson's anger from today burst out almost completely at that moment. Judy's shoulders trembled. She lowered her head, tears filling her eyes. Her voice shook as she said, "But she doesn't even care about being a Luna! Why can't you give Samson and me a place where we can belong? She won't come back!" Lawson raised his hand, ready to slap her, and he stopped only when Samson hugged him. Lawson finally said, "She'll come back. She'll never give up. I gave you so much money, not so you could replace her. Live your own life."

Let him call himself a good man in the mirror tomorrow morning. ECHO caught it all. Every thrust. Every moan. Every whisper he’ll beg me not to repeat. Because no leash is tighter than one made of secrets. Julian slides in beside me, sipping whiskey like it’s sacrament. His eyes scan the room—half-bored, half-calculating. “Magnificent, isn’t it?” he murmurs. “They think they’re free.” “Freedom is perception,” I say flatly. “We don’t control them. We just control the limits of the world they’re allowed to exist in.”

I cried, “I’ll tell you everything! I’m not some high-class. I’m struggling, David. I have no one. Why do you think I was at that club? I’m poor. I’m a nobody!” He didn’t move, but I could feel the tension in his arm. I kept going, my voice cracking with a desperation that wasn’t faked. “I don’t make the kind of money you think I do. Everyone thinks the men at the club just rain cash on us, but it’s not like that. And since that night with you... I stopped. I stopped letting them touch me. I still dance because I have to eat, but I haven’t let anyone else near me since the moment you laid hands on me. You’re the father, David. Please, have some mercy!”

The resemblance between us is faint a certain curve of the jaw, the shape of the brow but it is there. Jasmine was only sixteen when my father raped her. She was a waitress at a high-profile party, tricked into wearing a slutty uniform and serving men who thought they owned the world. My father was the worst of them. He forced himself on her, and when she got pregnant, she was thrown out by her family.

Even though he didn't cross his limits as he promised but that skin-crawling gaze and that lustful eyes were enough for her. Jasmine's body shuddered with horror when she recalled his words. It's tomorrow. What will she do? She couldn't make her mind accept to it. That poor lass doesn't want to be touched by a murderer but there's no other way for her to choose. He had successfully trapped her in his golden cage and only he can get her out of it which he definitely wouldn't. "God! Pl-Pleass have some me-mercy on me. I-I'm under you mercy." She cried out while looking up.

"But i couldn't win against the demon inside my head... I wanted Jasmine... So manipulated the situation and compelled her to marry me... In those circumstances she couldn't fight me... I told her that you love Alex and if she tells you the truth it will ruin your relationship with him, you will blame him... She didn't want to spoil your love life so she decided to lie so you can stay happy with Alex... Since that day she haven't slept peacefully... She misses you... She is innocent, I am the one to blame... She wants to stay with you but is afraid to face you after whatever happened... I can't see her in the condition..." "But you can force her..." I glared at him. "I am sorry__" He looked