Beatrice didn’t know how long she had been naked in front of Mateo. Her heart had been throbbing and she could hear its loud beating. Her legs were already shaking as she tried not to make a single move. A lot of things were going through her mind. Why was he going to do this to her? What was he going to do after that? Will he finally do it to her? And why was she naked in front of her? She clenched her fists and gulped. How she wished this would end faster.“You’re sweating,” Mateo said.Beatrice looked slightly at him. “I-I can’t stay longer,” she grunted.He smirked and continued stroking his brush. He was already painting Beatrice’s breasts. Seeing how erect her nipples were, just made him more excited. He’d been trying to control himself since Beatrice removed her dress in front of him how he wanted to ravish her already.“Just don’t move. We’ll be done soon,” he said.Beatrice sighed and closed her eyes. She tried to divert her attention to the paintings on the side where she wa
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Beatrice woke up the next day without Mateo in her side. She immediately sat down and observed herself. She doesn’t feel any weird. She was still okay. Then she noticed that she was already wearing a white oversized long sleeve. She even had a blanket covering herself.“Did he put this?”Beatrice sighed and laid down again. She tried not to sleep last night because she was worried that Mateo will do anything to her. But to her surprised, Mateo did nothing. He didn’t even move even though he could feel his hardness already. He did nothing but hugged her the whole night. Which was okay for her, but it was weird. She didn’t know if she should be thankful because of what he did, or she should be worried? She didn’t know.She decided to stand up after a while. Beatrice went out of the room. Mateo was not there too. She saw in the wall clock that it was already six in the morning. She’ll be late. Beatrice grunted and run to her dress that was still in the floor. She was about to get out of
“Mother. Why are you— Ahh!”Beatrice was slapped by Veronica as soon as she faced her. She touched her cheeks and stared at her with confusion. She went to their house after their class. Only to be welcomed by her ranging stepmother.“Who do you think you are now, huh?!” Veronica shouted.“W-What do you mean? What did I do?”“Huh! Denying it still?!”Beatrice looked at Clementine who was standing beside Veronica. She was smiling in satisfaction. Beatrice frowned at her.“What did I do?”“Shut up!” Veronica screamed. “You don’t get to talk here!” She pointed her fingers at Beatrice. “Why? Do you think because you are already married to Mister Bruce, you are a bigger person now? Stop dreaming, Beatrice!”Beatrice stood up and moved her eyes to them. She was already crying as she tried calming herself. She noticed that her father was not in their house now. Because if he was here, Veronica would never do this to her.“W-What are you saying, Mother? That’s not true!”“Really? You embarras
“You’ll be fine, Beatrice.”Beatrice took a deep breath and sat on her bed. She had only been away from them for a few weeks, but it felt like an eternity. She was fortunate that her stepmother hadn't yet interfered with her room. She overheard her stepmother's plan to turn it into a gym for Clementine. She gently touched her cheeks, still slightly stinging. It wasn't the first time Veronica had done that because of Clementine's complaints. Usually, she just let it go and accepted it. But today, she felt different. Maybe it was because of Mateo's sudden arrival. She suddenly felt sorry for herself.She stood up when the door suddenly opened. Beatrice furrowed her brow when she saw Mateo.“Are you done?” Beatrice asked. It hadn't even been half an hour since she entered the room, but he came in. She stepped back when Mateo didn't respond and continued to approach her.“Mateo—”Beatrice's eyes widened as Mateo suddenly hugged her. She instinctively placed her hands between them while st
“This is your fault! You winch!” Veronica shouted at her most while looking at Beatrice who was also crying. “If my husband dies! I will kill you!” “I-I’m sorry, Moth–” Beatrice felt a hard thing land on her right cheek. It almost knocked her out if it were not because of her friend, Javier. “Don’t you dare call me mother! I despise you!” “Auntie! It’s not Beatrice’s fault! Why are you blaming her?” Javier said. He holds Beatrice and puts her behind him. “Is it not, huh? Will you shut up, Javier?” said Clementine. Beatrice’s step-sister. She was standing on Veronica’s side and also torturing Beatrice.Beatrice's father, David Lichter, got in an accident with Beatrice. Beatrice survived it but David did not and was in the emergency room now. Beatrice was running away from their home because she could not take the constant humiliation that she received from her stepmother and step-sister. Beatrice was the only daughter of David Lichter who owned the biggest and most successful reso
“You don’t have to do this, Beatrice!” Javier was trying to stop Beatrice. They were in the hospital’s comfort room. Beatrice was cleaning herself because they were going to Bruce’s mansion. The place where the man who wanted to marry Beatrice lives. Beatrice never minds if Javier is also in the comfort room. She was changing her clothes in the cubicle and Javier was just outside waiting for her. It was okay for her because Javier was a good man. She treats her as the brother she never had. Also, she always felt safe when she was with him. “Then what should I do, Javier? I cannot let my father die. He is my only family,” Beatrice answered. She grunted when she tried to wear the dress brought to her by their maid. “I need to do this. At least for my father.” “No. This is never for your father. You know that your stepmother–”“Mother.” “Fine! Mother. You know it is her that will be happy only. You don’t have to sacrifice yourself!” Beatrice went out of the cubicle and examined her
The car entered through a tall gate made of steel. Beatrice could see from inside how high the wall was. And she couldn’t help but tremble as she saw men in black suits holding long guns. What would they need it for? ‘You’ll be okay, Beatrice. This is for your father,’ she thought to herself. Beatrice had been trying to calm herself down. Her hands keep on trembling and she keeps on breathing hard because her heartbeats are fast. The car was cold but she could feel herself sweating. She was not crying anymore but the more she was getting near the stranger's house, the more her fears grew. ‘It will be done soon. You just need the money.’ Beatrice closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her father teaches her to take deep and long breaths. He said that it will help her calm and it was true. Every time Beatrice felt scared, or stressed, she closed her eyes and took a long deep breath. She does it until she calms down. Beatrice felt that the car stopped so she opened her eyes. The first