Lashirah_Hash

She thought she was free.

Until a billionaire and his daughter saw her — and decided she was theirs.

One wanted a wife.
The other wanted a mother.
Neither asked if she agreed.

They watched her for two years. Followed her every move.
Until one day, they flew across the world and bought her future — with smiles, paperwork, and charm that smelled like roses but felt like chains.

Now, she sleeps in silk sheets she didn’t choose.
Wears clothes she didn’t buy.
Answers to a name she didn’t earn.

Every touch is a test.
Every night is a transaction.
And every whispered “I love you” is a warning.

She hides pills beneath her tongue.
She dreams of running.
But there is no escape — only a cage made of wealth, obsession, and unbearable intimacy.

Because he doesn’t just want her body.
He wants her compliance.
Her mind.
Her loyalty.
Her womb.

And when the daughter discovers the truth —
she doesn’t cry.
She accuses.

Now the doors are locked.
The smiles are gone.
And the only thing more terrifying than being watched…
is being needed.

This isn’t love.
This is possession with a wedding ring.
This is family, twisted into obsession.
This is what happens when a girl becomes the answer to someone else's madness.

THE WIFE,THE MOTHER,THE PRISONER

She wiped her nose on her sleeve. The tears wouldn't stop. They slipped down her cheeks and onto the screen, blurring the words she never wanted to see again.

She tried so hard to be the perfect little girl.

She gave Mama space. Gave her time. Let her go to school, let her play human, let her pretend she wasn't already theirs.

> "You killed them, Mama," she whispered.

She took a deep breath — the kind that shook her whole frame.

And snapped a photo of the pill in her hand.

Because if Daddy didn't know, she would be the only one mourning all the little brothers and sisters who never came home.

She opened her private chat with Roman — her one safe space — and tapped her message in slow, trembling strokes.

Daddy... I think something's wrong with Mama.

Then her fingers started flying, faster now, the panic bleeding through her words.

I found a pill in her room. I looked it up. It's not medicine for being sick. It's... it stops babies, Daddy. It stops our babies.

She's been taking them after you touch her. That's why there's no baby. That's why nothing is growing. She's been killing them.

Then typed one last message — a question that hurt more than anything else.

> Does that mean she doesn't want me either?

She knew silence was the most dangerous sound of all.

PART1- YOU'VE BEEN KILLING THEM,MAMA