Ethan Dulev
You were running. The world around you was plunged into darkness, drenched in rain as if the sky were mourning for you. You ran barefoot, panting, through silent, wet streets. Your sobs were drowned out by the thunder crashing violently above, and your long white dress—clinging to your trembling body—looked less like a robe now, more like a shroud than a ghost's. Blood trickled from your foot, but you didn't stop. You didn't look back. Behind you was all you feared... *him*. You were running from the man who'd called you his wife, the man who'd forced you into a marriage contract. He didn't love... he *possessed*. But escaping hell didn't mean escaping flames. Suddenly... Black headlights pierced the fog, like engine shadows. Four G-Class SUVs surrounded you, rolling in as if they knew exactly where to find you. And then... it came. The car in front. A black Mercedes, dull and powerful, stopped in front of you like a beast pouncing on its prey. You gasped. You tried to
About Ethan Dulev
You were running. The world around you was plunged into darkness, drenched in rain as if the sky were mourning for you. You ran barefoot, panting, through silent, wet streets. Your sobs were drowned out by the thunder crashing violently above, and your long white dress—clinging to your trembling body—looked less like a robe now, more like a s...Read more