The Gang Leader's Obsession
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The virgin who stole the gang leaders heart. "You kill all the people that touch me for touching me only? Or is it just a habit of yours_ Killing people?" I dared to ask. I was shaking so bad and my hands were sweaty. I was visibly perspirating even though the Ac was on. Still, I just needed to get all these questions of my chest. He was acting so strange and mad. I knew that I would end up dead either ways. Whether I spoke up against him or not I was still going to end up dead. So why be silent? He started walking towards me, and with each step he took further I took one back in fear and desperation to create space between us, until I was backed up against the wall. He stood so close to me now I was practically breathing his air. "Like I told you in the very beginning when we first met, You're mine! And when something is mine no one touches it. So when another man wants to touch you beg him to stop not for your sake but for his. No matter how many they are or how minute the touch is they will end up below the ground the moment they do. You are mine." *** A terrible incident leaves Mira Scarred for life and she is forced to accept a life without love. But, fate has other things planned out for her. Mira's life changes when she is kidnapped along with other girls by White Lion's men. White Lion is immediately smitten by her. He falls deep in love with Mira and he will do anything to have her. Anything. Even if it means ruining all that he and his father before him had worked hard to achieve. Even if it means he would run far away from her. White Lion plays the game of love like war, everything is fair and no rules apply to him. Mira just happens to be the centre of his game. Mira who feels nothing. Impulsive, reckless Mira who hates men just like White Lion. His show of love is cruel, but his love for her is pure.
Chapter 1
Jun 3, 2025
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A few months into their relationship, Aunt Lisa let me and my two brothers stay in her house for a week.
It was on the third day of that week that my life changed when I was asked to sleep in the same room as my brothers and Aunt Lisa's husband's nephew, Ken.
At first, I was pretty unsure of the idea, but I trusted him and my brothers. However, the reason for my skepticism wasn't entirely based on trust but because, ab initio, I was not too fond of change.
The earlier two days in her house saw me sleeping in her daughter's room, Bella, who was about six years younger than me. We were best of friends, and she was adorable. She had this beautiful brown skin and big eyes that went well with her oval face. I loved her more than I loved the fact that her parents were wealthy.
Bella's room was the type of room a young girl like me would love to sleep in. It was small but beautiful.
There was a small bed just opposite the door and a huge wardrobe at the side of the room where all her clothes, books, and teddy bears were hidden. I was a bit jealous of her as I never got to have so many teddy bears and books_ fairy tales to be precise while growing up.
The window was by the side of her bed, covered with pink flowery cotton; the room was also painted pink, my favorite color at that time. The rug was pink, and her bedsheets and pillowcases were also pink. It was the kind of room I saw myself having in my dreams.
When no one was looking, I would look at my reflection in the vanity mirror, which was placed by the side of the door, and wish I had the life she had.
You often hear the word broken, Don't you? But have you ever felt it so explicitly that you could be used in defining it, in describing it? When it happens that every time you try to get fixed, you are broken, over and over and over again until it becomes a part of you, the feeling of brokenness.
That you cannot live without the feeling of emptiness because it is the only feeling you comprehend.
I sound like a poet, right? That's exactly how I felt as I lay on the bed, frozen. My body was there, but my mind was not. It had again wandered too far away, leaving my body at risk.
Back to reality, I understood what my body was clamoring to tell me and what my mind was trying to prevent when I had felt uncomfortable about sleeping with my brothers and Ken.
TRIGGER WARNING
I AWOKE TO THE SOUND OF SHOUTING AND SCREAMING.
I never thought that I could sleep with all the things that were going through my mind after Ken had tried to do bad things to me, but seeing that I woke up meant that I did sleep. My mind did decide to give me rest.
Thank God! I felt better.
The sun shone on my face, and for some strange reason, it made me afraid. I blinked continuously, as my eyes were hurting from sleeping so late. I thought they must be red from lack of sleep, but I didn't bother looking in the mirror.
My heart skipped a few beats the higher the screams. I looked around to see nobody else in the room except me. A cool breeze came in from outside through the window, but I still felt warm.
My nightgown was transparent, and my yellow pants could be seen through it. I quickly wore a long shirt to cover up. I knew now that it was no longer safe to run around with pants.
Out of fear, I got out of bed and walked speedily to the parlor; I didn't want to be alone for even a second. Ken was kneeling when I walked in, and Aunty Lisa stood before him, holding a belt. She started circling him like an animal that caught her prey. She looked tired, but she also looked furious.
I walked into the parlor to find Kens sister Anita begging on her brother's behalf, yet keeping her distance. I suddenly felt this hatred towards her, even though I used to like her a lot.
Seeing her there, her brown eyes filled with hate and judgment for me, my every love for her evaporated.
I was meant to sleep with Bella in her room, but Anita suddenly came in at night and insisted that I sleep with my brothers in the other room. I asked why, and she replied that my Aunt Lisa requested that she sleep with Bella today instead of me. I was so stupid; I should have insisted, but I didn't want Aunt Lisa to hate me because I didn't obey her. My family still needed people like her.
Anita was just like her brother. They looked alike physically and otherwise. She was taller than he was by about two inches and skinnier, but they were both dark, like hardwood.
Anita's nose was bigger than Ken's, but her lips were smaller. Where Ken's hair was cut short, hers was plaited with long hair attachment. His eyes were warmer than hers, showing in them fake goodness, a falseness I was once pulled to.
"Did you or did you not touch her?" Aunt Lisa asked, shaking me out of my thoughts. She took a threatening stance in front of him. I continued to hide behind the curtains; for some reason, I didn't want her to see me. I didn't want anyone to see me. I was ashamed.
"I said, did you touch her?" She screamed, this time around, hitting him with the belt.
That was the question she kept repeating. And I wondered if it was because she didn't believe me or she thought she could beat the truth out of him. I doubted the latter, which left me with the former and sadness.
It was getting more awkward by the second. Ken wanted to say something, but he saw me and tensed up.
"Yes, but it's not what you think, I swear to God!" He cried.
Why do people swear when they lie? I used to think that if you swore, then it definitely meant that you were telling the truth.
Even though I was taught never to swear, I believed that if you did have to swear, then it should be because you were speaking the truth.
I could feel the hatred in Ken's eyes when he looked at me. I didn't feel bad, though, because the feeling was now more than mutual. I hated him now, too. His eyes, which previously used to calm me down, now made me restless.
Anita kept staring at me, but I skilfully ignored her glances. I wanted to confront her, but I knew that if I dared to speak, I would only cry. To hell with me if I should give them that satisfaction of watching me break down. I was not weak.
"It's not what I think, right? you will soon know what I'm thinking!" She screamed. She hit him with the belt again, and he cried out.
"Aunty, please believe me... I didn't try to rape her." He kept begging.
I couldn't stand the sight, so I furiously walked out. The only punishment I thought he deserved was to be thrown out of the house.
At least I knew that it would have been the case if I was their daughter or a relation, or I had wealthy parents, but then I was not their daughter and not a relation, and I definitely didn't have wealthy parents.
That's society. The Rich always trampled on the poor every single time like we were nothing.
There was really no harm in giving me the same respect they would have given any of the above. Only that I was a nobody, just a simple girl. I thought, holding back the tears that threatened to fall as I walked to the garden.
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