Luke quickly grabbed her and took her inside, locking the door behind them.
"What are you doing? I thought I told you to stay in your bedroom?"
Breathing heavily, Nera tried to push the door but it was locked. She wanted to hit Greg so badly that he would at least feel some of the pain that she was feeling.
But unable to get past her uncle she retreated back to her bedroom. Her wedding dress was now heavy from the soaking plus the mud on its edges.
Nera tried to take it off but could not locate the zip. Irritated, she grabbed a pair of scissors in the drawer and began cutting pieces of the dress. She went on tearing portions off her wedding dress as she breathed loudly and frantically. She pierced and sliced her flesh at some point but didn't feel anything or care to quit. The only agony she could feel was the one emanating from deep within her heart.
She kept cutting and changing the sides of the dress based on the angle she believed it was heavy on. The entire floor was soon covered with pieces of the lovely wedding gown. Some of the pieces were stained with blood from the cuts she was inflicting on herself.
Her uncle walked into the horror as the door opened. He dashed over to her, taking the scissors from her grasp. "What are you doing? Are you insane?" He shook her body vigorously, irritated by her actions.
"I was just… I was just taking off the stupid dress," she cried out.
He quickly grabbed a towel from the closet and wrapped it around her.
"The zip... the zip was not unlocking," she whispered, her speech a little shaky.
He drew her in for a hug, trying his best to let her know she was not alone.
"Is he..gone?" She inquired in a faint voice.
"Yes, his mother came and dragged him off the property before I had the chance to beat the life out of him," Luke replied.
She leaned back and looked into his eyes. "Did you know he was screwing Nicole?"
"No, butterfly, do you think I would have allowed you to walk that stupid aisle?"
She nodded as tears kept flowing down her cheeks.
"Those two idiots fooled us both, they do not deserve your tears," he tried to comfort her.
"Did you suspect them at all, or was I the only... fool?"
"Butterfly, no, no, they were the fools, not you." He led her to the bed, his eyes still fixed on the shredded dress on the floor.
"I know it feels like the end of the world for you, but please be strong; please, you are the only one that I have."
She simply nodded, and with his help, she slowly lay on the bed. It was already nightfall. She closed her eyes, no amount of questions was going to make her feel any better, and facing the two fools was only going to make the situation worse.
Uncle Luke got up and cleaned up all the pieces of cloth on the floor, hoping his niece would be strong for both of them. He stayed for another hour, and when he thought Nera was finally asleep, he called it a night and retired to his room.
As soon as the door shut behind him, Nera opened her eyes. She had tried to cry herself to sleep, but it was not working. Every second weighed on her heart; she needed something stronger to numb the pain, and she knew where to get it.
She went into her wardrobe and grabbed some jeans and a t-shirt. She quickly put on her sneakers and grabbed her purse.
She could already hear music from the nightclubs outside her bedroom window as she carefully opened the window and leaped out. She was well aware that her uncle would be furious, but she wanted anything to take her mind off the agony.
She never took alcohol; she was the well-mannered girl who was raised to avoid nightclubs and bad company. However, she no longer saw the sense of being a decent girl; it was all a waste of time trying to attract the perfect dumb husband who chose the very thing she was brought up not to be.
Greg still went for the local slut, no matter how highly cultured she attempted to be; all men were the same, so rather than living to please man, she was going to live her life the way she wanted to.
She arrived at the most popular nightclub and walked in. It was fully packed, with tables full of sluts and buyers ready to spend.
She walked straight to the bar and asked for the strongest spirit. All she wanted was to numb the pain. She had no money to afford the whisky, but she had heard stories from Nicole about walking into a nightclub without a coin and walking out drunk.
The bartender handed her a whisky bottle, which she grabbed and galloped like she was drinking water.
Seated in the corner of the room, watching Nera's every move since she walked into the nightclub, was Marcus Rashwell. a billionaire aged 65 He was of medium build, with short white hair, and brown eyes.
She had grabbed his attention the second she walked in. He had noticed her swollen, red eyes and could tell she had been crying. Throughout his many years of womanizing and screwing around, it was such types who were easy to manipulate and do whatever one wanted.
She'd soon be food for the club's luckiest man. He had a fantastic view from where he sat and had observed that most of the men in the club were staring at her. They were waiting for her to become drunk and then shoot their shot, which was generally his approach too, but this time he elected to get up before anybody struck.
He joined her at the bar and took a seat, requesting the bartender to include her bill in his payment.
Nera turned to face him; she had not anticipated finding a buyer in seconds, but to her disappointment, it was an old man.
She glanced up, disappointed; her night couldn't be any worse, she reasoned.
She was expecting a hot, masculine young man to come and sweep her away from her misery.
"You look disappointed," Marcus chuckled.
Nera turned away, she was tempted to find another table.
"Usually the people we look down on are the most genuine people," he added.
As she turned to face him, Nera galloped some more whisky. She took in his entire appearance; aside from being old, he wasn't bad looking. He appeared to be loaded and high maintenance.
"Describe what you mean by looking down?" She asked. "I thought that was a term for poor people."
He smiled, "I meant youthfulness; you were expecting someone younger to buy you a drink," he asked.
"Well, if I attract old people, then I have the right to be disappointed," she bluntly replied.
Marcus smiled, very pleased with her answer. He looked in the barman's direction and asked him to serve him something lighter.
The majority of the ladies he usually met in such places were turned on by his expensive suits and watch before his age.
"I am supposed to feel offended, but yet your reply made me happy," he commented. "Anyway, allow me to put a smile on your face too."
"That's impossible and I am not interested," Nera flatly replied.
"Try me; I love challenges," Marcus replied.
"I might bore you to sleep; no offense intended," she replied, taking another gulp.
"Please don't bore me; it looks like it is past my bedtime."
Nera looked at him; he was irritating, and it was obvious he was only there to get into her pants. She could see the way he was looking at her. She was about to move but then stopped herself, remembering why she was there.
"Let's get out of here," Marcus suggested. "I mean, go somewhere more fun; there is a private party two streets from here."
She glared at him, irritated.
"There are stronger wines and drugs that take the pain away," he added.
Nera paused her thoughts; it was as if the old man were reading her thoughts.
"What kind of party?" she asked.
"Follow me, and you will find out," he replied as he got there.
Nera couldn't help but notice how arrogant he sounded. He was so sure of himself that he assumed she would just get up and follow an elderly stranger. She'd never gone to a private party, but she'd heard how crazy they could be. And worse then sounded like a serial killer.
But she had nothing to lose because good girl Nera was already dead within her. She wanted something powerful, and the whisky she was holding wasn't helping. So what if he killed her, she had nothing to lose. All she wanted was for the pain to go away.
She followed him to his limo, and as they drove away, he promised her a night she would live to remember.
The trip to the party house was peaceful, despite the fact that she was with a stranger who was most likely escorting her to her death. She was comfortable; she was all over the vehicle, touching all the costly drinks and utensils. It was her first time being in such a luxurious vehicle.Marcus could tell the whiskey was working. They finally arrived at the house party. Before entering the main room, they had to walk through a dark lane.Nera's heart began racing for the first time. She was now convinced he was taking her to her death but still couldn't bring herself to flee or scream. She willingly followed him as they approached a door with an X on it.Marcus knocked, and a bouncer walked out, asking for his invitation, which he supplied.The two were permitted to enter.Nera gulped, her pulse beating as she followed the elderly from behind.She could hear drowsy music playing."You appeared to be one who wanted to relieve her tension," he said as the groaning became audible for Ne
Nera shifted her aching body to the other side of the bed, her eyes heavy with regret. Her entire body felt as if it had just run a country marathon in a satisfyingly short amount of time. She wanted to believe her wedding had gone so well and her exhausting body was as a result of her husband's never-ending lovemaking in her honeymoon bed.But the reality was far from the truth, she was quite aware she had just spent a wild night with a stranger, and not just any stranger, but an elderly man old enough to be her father. She tightly closed her eyes, afraid they would not open without her consent.But heavy hands grabbed her naked body from behind and drew her closer."Are you finally awake, princess?" The old man asked, his intoxicating breath warming her bearskin. A wave of uneasiness rushed through her as she tried to move away, but his grip was too tight for her. She could feel his manhood rubbing against her, making her very uncomfortable as her eyes popped open in shock.A smal
Nera walked to her bed slowly, taking a seat. She knew she was disrespecting her uncle, but the frustration swelling deep inside of her needed to be unleashed on someone, and it was just unfortunate it was her uncle in her presence.She wanted her uncle to slap the living snot out of her. She had hoped a slap would pump some sense into her, but to her disappointment, her uncle walked to her bed and sat next to her.She could tell he was trembling and struggling to keep his cool. There was a brief pause as if he was contemplating what to say. Before asking, he cleared his throat. "Did he, at the very least, wear protection?" Nera's eyes shot up as a lump formed in her throat."You know there are a lot of diseases plus pregnancy," he whispered, trying to hold back his tears.Nera's jaw grew tense with strain, her brows pulling up, knitting in the middle. She thought she had screwed up because it was a sex party and she did it with an old man, but the thought of diseases and pregnancy
"Good day, Princess. I've been calling and searching for you all day," Marcus whispered softly as he leaned down to match her height.Nera kept staring at him, her words stuttering.Marcus noticed she had become entangled in a trans and reached into his pockets to retrieve the item he had gone to give her."Oh, I just came to give you something you left in our love nest," he said quietly again. Something about the way he spoke made it appear as if he was about to say something forbidden at the end of his sentences.Nera quickly snapped out of her trans, looking around the yard to see if anyone was watching them. An old man in an expensive Porsche car had just parked in front of her house, and he was about to hand her underwear in broad daylight for everyone to watch.She quickly reached out and pushed his hands back into his pockets, making sure they stayed in there."What the heck are you doing?" she whispered back trying not to yell and attract any attention.Marcus fixed his gaze o
Marcus scrutinized the lovely, innocent woman seated next to him. He admired her ability to switch from clean to dirty thoughts in a split second while maintaining her innocence. He hadn't said much, but she thought she knew exactly what he was thinking.Nera swallowed hard, trying to come up with the right words to get out of the sticky situation for the second time in a row."I... can't," she said quietly."How can you refuse something I didn't ask for?" Marcus smiled.Near looked at him, puzzled, before turning away."I'm not that type of person," she added, her gaze fixed on the outside. "You must have understood our earlier encounter," she added."No, you are that kind of person," he replied. "In fact, you are perfect."Nera turned to face the man, her nostrils flaring. She was tempted to slap the living snot out of him. Her expression turned brisk and businesslike. It looked like he had mistaken her for a prostitute that he could just call for sex whenever he felt like it.Befor
Nera clenched her fist, ready to punch anyone who was going to say the next stupid thing."What are you going to do? Punch me?" Greg's mother asked, noticing Nera's stance."She wouldn't dare!" Nicole spoke up, holding her armsNera studied the two; they were holding hands like some stupid family. Greg's mother was supposed to be on her side and not with the woman who her son cheated with.She was the victim, but the woman was looking at her with so much spite."You have no shame, sleeping with old men? Was it for money?" Nicole asked, making sure she was audible for the customers in the restaurant. "Does Greg pay you when you two are fucking?" Nera finally found the words. She was not going to let them bully her when it was they who were not supposed to be ashamed of themselves.Greg realized things were going to escalate. The entire restaurant was watching them. He stepped in quickly and asked the three women to calm down, but his mother and Nicole had other plans.His mother pushe
Nera took in her surroundings before turning to face Marcus, who was kneeling in front of her. The entire restaurant was watching them, waiting for the drama to unfold. Nera couldn't decide whether to scream or flee the restaurant, but Greg, his mother, and Nicole's rage was entertaining to watch.It was as if she was giving them their own medicine and putting an end to their infliction of pain on her.She blinked. "Inflicting pain on others before they inflict it on you," Marcus's words, who now had a pleading face, kept running through her mind.She had nothing to lose; with just a high school certificate and gossip of her fucking an old man all over town, no respectable young bachelor was ever going to settle for her. She had no future, her reputation was ruined, and she knew the second she was going to walk out of the restaurant, Greg's mother was going to make her life a living hell.Her reply to the old man kneeling before her was going to determine her future."Nera!" The old
"No no, stop it!" Nera yelled at him.Marcus smiled a bit confused"Stop looking at me like that?" She yelled looking away."Looking at you like what?" He asked, moving closer to her, even though he knew exactly what she was talking about."Stop! Do not move!" She ordered.Marcus chuckled, "Mrs. Rashwell, calm down, this is a public place and I can not do anything to your body," he teased, a smile evident on his face.Nera quickly looked around, the assistant was still in the room watching the two with knee interest.Marcus noticed she was uncomfortable, forcing him to excuse the assistant. Now it was just the two of them.He got closer to her and grabbed her hands."Remember what I said: hurt them before they hurt you, and you are free to turn back whenever you are uncomfortable," he whispered."But this is all too fast, and we do not know each other," she pointed out. "And my Uncle... my uncle will kill me," she exclaimed, laughing.Marcus smiled. "We have one thing in common," he r