Chantelle POV: It had been three months since I left my uncle's house and moved in with Declan. I was finally beginning to feel a sense of peace. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe and cared for. Declan and his staff had been so kind to me, making sure I had everything I needed. I had tried to help around the house, but the maids always shooed me away, telling me to relax. As I sat there, reflecting on my new life, I couldn't help but feel grateful for everything that had happened. I stood in the shower, letting the hot water wash over me. I tried to relax, but my mind kept racing. I couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened. I felt so overwhelmed and confused. I wasn't sure what to do next. I just wanted to feel safe and secure again. But how could I, after everything that had happened? Suddenly, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me, and I sank to the floor of the shower. I just sat there, trying to catch my breath. After a few minutes, I gathered m
Delcan POVAs I excused myself to make call. I immediately called the police and told them to make Chantelle Uncle rot in jail. I knew he was wicked to her but not raping her. I went back and hugged her.I knew that Chantelle still had a long road ahead of her, but I was committed to being there for her every step of the way. We sat there for a while, talking and sharing our thoughts and feelings. It was clear that we had formed a bond of trust and understanding, and I felt privileged to be the one she could confide in. I knew that I would do everything in my power to help her heal and move forward with her life.Chantelle and I continued to spend time together, talking and supporting each other. As our friendship grew, I found myself feeling a deeper connection to her than I had ever felt before. I wasn't sure if it was just friendship, or something more. But whatever it was, I knew that I wanted to be there for her, through thick and thin. I felt like I had found a kindred spirit in
Delcan walked back into the room,when she was all dressed and sat down next to Chantelle. He looked her in the eyes and said, "I know that was probably awkward, and I'm sorry if I crossed a line. But I want you to know that you can trust me. I won't do anything that you're not comfortable with, and I'll always respect your boundaries. You're safe with me." Chantelle felt tears welling up in her eyes, but they were tears of gratitude, not sadness. She felt like she could finally start to let go of her past and begin to heal. 3 months later Chantelle had moved in withDelcan for some months now, and she was finally starting to feel like herself again. Delcan had been so understanding and patient with her, and she felt a sense of peace and safety that she hadn't felt in a long time. She knew she was still on the road to healing, but she was starting to feel like she was getting there. The only thing that was missing was Delcan's presence. He had been so busy with work lately that she ba
Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"Delcan gazed at Chantelle, taking in every detail of her appearance. "You're stunning," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've never seen you look more beautiful." Chantelle blushed even more deeply, and she looked away. Delcan could see that she was nervous, and he wanted to put her at ease. "You don't have to be shy," he said. "You're amazing." Chantelle smiled and looked back at him, her eyes shining. "Thank you," she said. "I'm just not used to this, you know?" Delcan nodded. " "I know
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled outside, and the rain pounded against the window. Chantelle sat huddled in her bed, trying to ignore the storm raging around her. But it was no use - she couldn't sleep, her mind was racing with thoughts of what the next day would bring. She knew she had to face her uncle, and she was dreading it. Her uncle was a cruel man, and she knew he would not be happy to see her. But she had no choice - she had to do this.Chantelle pulled the covers tighter around her, trying to find some warmth in the cold, dark night. As she lay there, she thought back to how she had ended up in this situation. It had all started when her parents had died, leaving her alone in the world. She had been sent to live with her uncle and his family, and it had been a nightmare ever since. He had never treated her well, and she knew he resented her presence in his home. But she had nowhere else to go, and she was determined to make the best of it. She hears her name "
In the morning, Chantelle awoke with a start. The sun was shining brightly through the window, and she could hear the birds singing outside. For a moment, she forgot where she was, and then the memories of the previous night came rushing back. She groaned and got out of bed, her heart heavy with dread. She knew she had to face her uncle, and she wasn't sure she was ready for it. But she knew she had to be strong - she had to be brave. *The previous night* Chantelle POV "Uncle please, not today." I said, begging my uncle but he didn't listen. He pushed her to the bed and slapped her hard and said " I've been the one feeding you since your freaking parents died and there's no way you would ever pay me except you give me you pussy." He said with a smile on his face. I cried. Please Uncle I promise to pay back. I said! He grabbed her boobs and started sucking aggressively, I moaned in pain and close my eyes but he said to me this is not the first time you know right and remember I took
The doorbell rang. Chantelle froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard her cousin Isabella get up to open the door. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she heard the sound of someone else coming into the house. After a few moments, her uncle came back into the kitchen, followed by his wife. "Chantelle," Rosemary her uncle's wife called out. "Yes ma" She answered." Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help.
Chantelle's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. It was them, her relatives, back from their outing. She quickly wiped the last few tears from her eyes and tried to compose herself. She had to act normal, had to pretend that everything was fine. But as she heard the front door open, she felt like a deer caught in the headlights. "Chantelle," her aunt said, her voice falsely sweet. "We're home!" Chantelle forced a smile and said, "Hi. How was your day?" "Oh, just lovely, just lovely," her aunt replied, giving her a tight smile. But Chantelle could see the anger and suspicion in her eyes. Her aunt turned to her uncle. "Darling, could you check on dinner? I'm going to get changed." "Of course, my love," her uncle said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Chantelle watched her leave the room, her heart racing. Cause she was going to be alone with her uncle. "I can't wait to have you as dinner to night baby." H