PerfectLife

BOYFRIEND’S DARK SECRET

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EPISODE 2 – SPOILED WITH LOVE

After that night, I couldn’t close my eyes.
The image of Michael sitting in the middle of the living room, surrounded by candles, chanting over my used pad haunted me like a nightmare.

I told myself, Amara, maybe you’re imagining things. Maybe it’s not what you think.

By morning, I tried to act normal. My heart was restless, but Michael acted like nothing had happened. He kissed me on the forehead and pressed a bundle of cash into my hands.

“Baby, go shopping. You deserve it.”

The way he spoiled me after my period was something I could never explain. He always became extra generous once I finished bleeding. Expensive gifts, wads of cash, perfumes, even wigs from abroad.

At first, I thought it was love.
But deep down, I started to feel uneasy.

Why did his money flow the most right after my period?
Why was he so excited to handle my pads?
Why did he celebrate like he had achieved something each time my flow ended?

I tried to push the thoughts aside. After all, wasn’t this the dream of many girls? A rich boyfriend who loved me enough to spend lavishly on me?

But I couldn’t shake off that night.

That same week, I caught Michael watching me in a way I couldn’t understand. Not with love. Not with lust. But with a strange hunger in his eyes.

Sometimes, I’d be eating, and I would notice him staring at me like I was more than just his girlfriend. Like I was… his property.

“Michael, why are you looking at me like that?” I asked one day.

He chuckled, stood up, and kissed my forehead.
“Because you’re my everything, Amara. You’re the reason I’m alive.”

His words should have made me feel special, but instead, they gave me chills.

And then something else happened that made me question everything.

One evening, while I was cleaning his room, I stumbled on a small leather bag hidden under his bed. I was curious. I pulled it out and slowly unzipped it.

Inside, I saw something that nearly made me scream.

Bundles of pad wrappers. Old, stained, folded carefully like treasures.

My hands shook.
These weren’t just mine. There were too many.

Before I could think further, the door creaked open. Michael stood there, staring at me.

His smile vanished. His eyes turned cold.

“What are you doing with that bag?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

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