Bloody Rose

This book may contain or express mature scenes, abuse, and violence that may or might not sit well with some readers. So the reader's discretion is advised. Rose's POV My name is Rose Richards, the wife of Keith Richards, a prominent businessman. To many, I am known as the trophy wife, Keith Richards' eye candy, and I have lived up to that title day after day. Smiling and waving by his side at grand events. Being the perfect wife on camera and on paper for the whole world to see. But no one knew what lay behind those perfect smiles and expensive outfits. Behind them was a miserable woman. They say money is the answer to everything, but why hasn't it given me the one thing I have always longed for? Peace. I could stand on a rooftop right now and tell everyone how miserable my life truly is, but no one would believe me. Because I am Rose Richards, wife of the famous business mogul Keith Richards. To them, I have everything. Every woman out there wanted to be me because they only saw the glamorous exterior and not the misery hidden beneath it. I know you won't believe me until I tell you my story. So this is my story. This is my life. And it is certainly one for the books. (*) "Don't you dare run away from me!" I heard him scream as I raced up the stairs as fast as my legs could carry me. My heart screamed at me not to stop, terrified that if I did, I might not live to see another day. Run, Rose. Run. The voices in my head urged me forward. So I obeyed. I ran into the attic and hid, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I silently prayed to the heavens that he wouldn't find me there, but I soon realized the universe was not on my side. Bang! Bang! The loud crashes against the door made me shiver with fear as tears streamed endlessly down my face. "Rose!" He screamed my name from the other side of the door, threatening to break it down. "Rose, I know you're in there. Open the door, sweetheart. I just want to talk." His voice sounded calm, but there was an unmistakable edge of anger beneath it as he continued slamming against the door. Terrified to my very core, I searched desperately for a way out. A place to hide. A way to escape this monster. I looked around frantically, but there was no escape. So I screamed. "Help me! Somebody, help me!" I screamed until my throat burned, hoping someone would hear me. But as the seconds passed, a painful realization settled over me. No one was coming. No matter how much I begged. No matter how loud I screamed. Keith owned everything and everyone around me. Still drowning in despair, I watched as the door finally burst open. The devil had found me. A look of satisfaction crossed his face as he stepped inside. A smirk curled onto his lips as he slowly approached me. "Baby... did you really think you could hide from me?" he asked mockingly. "Keith, please let me go," I begged as tears poured down my cheeks. Laughing, he grabbed my arm, digging his fingers painfully into my skin as he pulled me toward him. "Keith, please let me go, "I begged him as tears flowed down my face just like a river. Laughing at the top of his lungs, he soon grabbed me by the arm, digging his fingers deep into my skin, and pulling me onto his chest. "Please, Keith, you're hurting me." I struggled to free myself, but it was useless. "Remember, Rose," he said coldly, "you're my wife. You're my property to use as I please." He shoved me to the floor and looked down at me with complete disdain. "Please let me go," I pleaded. He smirked and said, "You've been a naughty little girl," then added, "I'm going to teach you a lesson about obedience," as he brought out his belt, delivering stroke after stroke onto my skin. ''No, please, Keith, stop......" I repeatedly screamed, overwhelmed by intractable pain as I begged him to stop. "Shut the f**k up!" he yelled, a smile slowly forming on his face... He was relishing this, taking pleasure in watching me suffer. "You know, baby, you look even sexier with the way you scream my name, and I'm going to make you scream my name even more," he said as he tied me up to the beam with the belt he had in his hands, ripping off my clothes hysterically as I stood there exposed in front of him. ''Keith, please don't do this. Haven't you had enough?" I begged him, but all my pleas fell on deaf ears, as he hit me even harder, shutting me up in an instant. "I own you, Rose, you were nothing without me, remember that," he said as he thrust his length into me over and over again, engulfing me with every movement his body made on mine. Reaching his peak, he left me there vulnerable, and in the dark, the silence and despair became my new home as I could barely move or breathe, with the tears from my eyes and the blood from my skin soaking me as I shivered in pain. I allowed the pain and sorrow to take me on an endless journey, making me wonder how the hell I got to this point. A point where life meant nothing to me anymore, and all I could feel now was sorrow and pain, which had become like a second skin to me, a skin I could easily put on so effortlessly. This brought me to the realization that I couldn't live like this anymore. I couldn't continue to mask the pain and sorrow I was passing through each day. I had become a shadow of myself, and the light in my life had been dimmed for a long time. 8 years... 8 years of the marks, I desperately tried to cover from the world. 8 years of lies, I kept telling myself, trying to justify his actions, trying to be the perfect wife to please him. 8 years of scars, he tortured me both physically and mentally, he broke me completely, making me feel I deserved all the hurt and pain he inflicted on me. 8 years of watching the man I once loved turn into a monster, I now hate. 8 years of me not knowing if each day with him would be my last. Keith was never like this. Although rich and influential, he was gentle, kind, and caring, a loving man who always took care of me and supported me with everything, but it all changed two years after our marriage, and I began to see the real monster behind the mask. As my love for him gradually turned into hate, the hate that threatens day and night to consume me. Constantly fighting a battle within me, trying my best not to allow the hate and darkness within me to win, struggling not to allow the hatred that rises day by day to consume me. Striving not to allow it, to take the little part of me I had left. But now I knew that part of me, that tiny part of me that still had a bit of hope, of getting my husband back. Unfortunately, I lost that very moment. As weak and terrified as I was, I knew I had to make a change once and for all, knowing I had to leave because of the uncertainty of not knowing if tomorrow would be my last. So I called up the only person that I knew could help me escape this nightmare that was now my life. Hey, it's me... I need your help. "I think I'm ready to be set free," I said with my heart thumping in uncertainty.