Chapter 4

The moment Anatoly walked into the room, he was met with total darkness. The side of his lips drew up in a knowing smirk. Though the windows were opened and the long trailing curtains were moving according to the breeze from outside.

The moon was out and the night was a little bright, brightening just a corner of the room, adding a solo romantic mystery. Anatoly blinked twice and felt himself getting harder in his pants. He wondered if it was the two shots he had but he was feeling good. He couldn't explain the sudden urge but he felt his blood pulsing and his groin hardening.

His eyes noticed a figure on the bed and he grinned, taking a step further towards the bed.

“Hello, my fianceé,”

Nadia heard that voice. And it was definitely not Ivanova. It was a man's voice.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly and she tried moving but she was fully paralyzed. She couldn't move a muscle and more tears slowly slided down her face as she hadn't felt this helpless in her life, not even at the time she thought her life was over after the accident.

She swallowed hard when the footsteps echoed loudly against the marble floor. Then the bed dipped. And Nadia inhaled when a man's strong cologne fell on her nose, and a hand roaming around her mouth.

“Do you plan to control me by seducing me, Ivanova?” Anatoly asked and felt her face and neck. She had such a lovely fragrance and he vividly recalled the same perfume earlier when they both exchanged rings.

“Are you awake, or just pretending to be so innocent?”

His deep voice had a slight slur to it. A faint citrus scent emanated from his breath and Nadia instantly realized he was Anatoly, her cousin's fiance, and he must be thinking she was Ivanova.

Nadia wanted to scream, to shout and to move. To scream in his face that she wasn't Ivanova. But her body didn't move. Her eyes closed a little and more tears fell from her eyes. She was scared and very anxious. Now she wished she hadn't chosen to come to this party. She wondered where Ivanova had gone to and why she had not yet returned.

“I won't deny that you are a temptress. But I've always been a man in control. No woman would ever control me, not even with sex.” Anatoly whispered in her ear, and Nadia just laid there helplessly, feeling trapped inside her own body that she couldn't control.

And in the next second, he ripped open her dress, from her lower left side. The ripping sound echoed in the room and Nadia gasped for breath.

Then she felt his large hands hold her small waist. Nadia could do nothing but continue to shed abundant tears helplessly. The bitter truth splashed on her like ice cold water and the chills were stinging her whole numb body.

She was about to be raped, by her own cousin's fiance.

Anatoly felt she wasn't moving. She was too still, and for a moment he believed she was asleep. But there was no way he was going to let her fall asleep after engaging him to come up all the way here. He was hard and he was going to relish in his fianceé tonight. And nobody was going to stop him.

“My woman,” Anatoly called out again. He swore he had never been so excited to be with a woman. He felt her body and she was as soft and delicate as a new budding flower. Not yet been touched or corrupted. But he was there to corrupt her with his thrusts.

Nadia thought he would notice the difference between her and Ivanova - Her prosthesis. But it seemed he was too inebriated to tell the difference and that fact withered her soul.

Seeing her so still only fueled the tension in Anatoly's pants. He loved a woman submitting to him. Nothing turned him on more than that.

He rushed to kiss her mouth, bit her lower jaw and was rough with her lower lip. Nadia's teary eyes widened. For the first time, a man had claimed her mouth.

The next moment, Anatoly started to knead her small breasts through the thin fabric. And Nadia felt helpless.

- No! Please no! I'm not Ivanova! Please don't touch me! Nooo.... - Nadia screamed in her head and wished her voice would come out but only a few wheezing left her mouth.

Anatoly quickly placed his hands on her thighs and firmly spread them apart.

“Get ready to have a taste of heaven, my fianceé. This will hurt and we'll test if you're still a virgin.” Anatoly growled with a deep slur. He couldn't control himself anymore. He quickly took off his shirt, unzipped his pants and boxers down to his knees.

Nadia's last attempt at connecting to him failed the moment she felt him at her entrance. Her numb body grew more cold and solid. Her eyes nearly popped out when Anatoly pushed himself inside her, tore her hymen in a flash and sunk himself further in.

The first thing Nadia thought. He was so rough, and in between her legs hurt like hell had unleashed it's fury on her. She wondered why he wouldn't even look at her body and try to make out the difference. He was more interested in his own desires and satisfying them.

Nadia winced inwardly as Anatoly grinned, noting she was a virgin indeed. His chest swelled and he started pounding inside her. He wasn't slow and soft, taking the fact that it was her first time. He was rough, intense and hard, thrusting into her like a maniac.

Nadia's eyes clammed shut and she constantly bit her lip to suppress the immense pain she felt down there. A man was fucking her and she couldn't even do a thing to alert him. She didn't know if she should blame him because he thought he was fucking his fianceé.

Nadia always expected her first time to be beautiful. But it looked like fate had other plans installed for her.

“Fuck, you're so tight!” Anatoly growled, drilling into her and slapping her clit at the same time.

His deep voice made Jodie's chest burn with shame. His slightly hairy chest now fell on her breasts as he continued to ram into her like an animal on steroids. She wasn't dripping in her core but slowly she felt she was being lubricated down there as his cock lunged in and out of her.

She felt her walls also tightening around his shaft. Like her body had started to welcome him.

Anatoly bit her neck hard and grabbed her hair with his fists. He gritted and fucked her, his ballsacks fiercely slapping against her ass.

Nadia felt her scalp burning as Anatoly pulled hard on her hair. The right side of her neck also burned from his bite marks.

“This is your fiance fucking you like a whore! Know that it's me inside you!” Anatoly growled, now grabbing her neck like he was about to strangle her, and thrusted faster, his torso slamming her pelvis even harder.

Nadia felt her whole body tensing up. His thrusts were fierce and she feared he would rip her apart.

Her breath hitched and her voice started to return to her. She still couldn't speak but her sounds were growing more audible.

Anatoly smirked and took her rushed sounds as approved moans. He slapped her folds and her body slightly twitched. His hips moved and swayed so fast and agile. He was releasing soon.

“Fuck!... Take my shit! And begin to make my heirs.” Anatoly grunted and released himself inside her. Waves of his semen flooded inside her.

Nadia's puffy eyes finally closed up in a deep defeated sigh. Not only had her cousin's fiance slept with her but he had also dumped his seeds inside her as well.

Anatoly made sure he filled her completely. He wasn't going to waste a single drop and would pour all inside her. His body shuddered after that and his mountain-like body immediately fell on her chest.

The mask was still on her face and Nadia's tear-soaked face was drained of exhaustion. She let out a soft gasp after Anatoly pulled himself out of her and she felt something sticky leaking out of her.

When dawn came, Nadia's eyes through the mask continued to stare at the white ceiling. She hadn't slept a wink all night, and next to her on the bed was Anatoly, still sound asleep.

Nadia felt like killing herself. Ivanova didn't return and now she didn't know what to do. But then she realized she could move her arms and her voice was slowly leaving past her throat. She raised her left arm, then her right, even moved her toes on her left leg. She could also move her prosthetic leg and a short relief escaped from her mouth.

She quickly pulled the mask off her face and her eyes turned sharply towards Anatoly. She could never forgive him for being so stupid and so foolish as not to spot the difference between her and Ivanova. Was he so horny that he couldn't even think anything?

Her eyes welled up instantly and all she wanted to do was to escape from the room. She wouldn't tell anyone about what had happened. She won't ruin her cousin's alliance. Instead she would pretend like nothing had happened in the first place. But for that to happen, she had to leave as soon as possible before Anatoly woke up and saw her there instead of Ivanova.

When she tried to move her leg, a grueling pain shot from her vagina, vividly reminding her of how her virginity was cruelly taken from her the previous night.

Nadia sucked in a breath, determined to forget that such a chilling night ever happened. She would return back home and lie to her aunt and uncle. She won't say a thing and by next week she would be on a flight to New York, starting her life afresh.

A part of her dress had been ripped from the left bust down to the right slit. Anatoly had been very rough with her and treated her like some low grade prostitute from a downtown alley. Her chest felt so heavy that she couldn't help but shed another tear.

She pulled the sheets towards herself and when she almost got out of bed, she heard rushed footsteps, along with snarled murmurs before the door bursted open.

Nadia's eyes widened in horror when she stared directly at her uncle and aunt, Nathaniel, Don Maxim and Mrs Candeza. Behind Vincent was Ivanova and she was crying like a little child.

Nadia's breathing seized. Her entire body shuddered violently. Vincent and Leonora looked at her with both sadness and disgust in their eyes. Her brother, Nathaniel didn't even look at her, instead he gritted his teeth and rushed towards Anatoly.

He pushed Anatoly to the side and punched him across the face, immediately awakening Anatoly.

“Wake up, you piece of shit!” Nathaniel roared and Anatoly looked at him. His first expression was of confusion and shock and he couldn't decipher anything before Nathaniel punched his face again.

Nadia flinched and she started to tremble. Her blotched face was full of tears as she snuggled the sheets over herself like it was the only thing in the room that could give her comfort at that moment.

“How dare you lay your filthy self on her!” Nathaniel's voice boomed and echoed around the suite and his fist was already in the air, ready to strike another blow but before he could hit Anatoly, he thought fast and gripped his arm in midair.

Anatoly's eyes darkened like the devil. His jaw clenched and in an instant, he twisted Nathaniel's arm like it was nothing.

Nathaniel hissed but he didn't stop. He had his other fist to strike him and so he did. Anatoly wasn't ready for the hit and Nathaniel took advantage of the opportunity to punch Anatoly again, busting his lip this time.

Don Maxim inhaled but didn't do anything to stop Nathaniel from hitting his son. He was ashamed about what had happened while Candeza looked pale and scared for her son being punched like that.

Anatoly's face turned to the side as his tongue quickly tasted copper. The right side of his jaw ticked. His eyes turned menacing but then he scrunched his eyebrows, slowly he raised his eyes until they landed on the girl seated at the edge of the other side of the bed, covering herself up with the sheets and staring at the floor while sobbing silently.

His eyes widened immediately and he flinched back in shock. His jaw tensed up and he quickly grew angry.

“Who is she!? What is this girl doing here! And...” Anatoly's words stopped when he saw Ivanova standing behind Vincent. She was crying and looking away, like she'd been betrayed. Anatoly turned his gaze from Ivanova to Nadia and back to Ivanova.

“What the hell...”

Anatoly couldn't speak as Nathaniel lunged at him again and punched him.

“You fucking touched her! You destroyed my sister's purity!” Nathaniel roared.

Anatoly was more confused and he wasn't thinking right nor did he remember that he was being punched. He stared at the girl seated on the same bed as him. It wasn't possible. He knew he was with his fianceé last night. He could've swore it was Ivanova behind the mask because he smelled her and in his head, he'd registered the smell of her perfume from the engagement party.

Nathaniel was only seeing red and he was about to hit Anatoly again but Anatoly grabbed him by the neck and with his left foot, he kicked Nathaniel so hard that Nathaniel fell backwards and crashed onto the center glass table, shattering it to pieces.

“ENOUGH!” Anatoly's monstrous voice roared as he stood up, only in his boxers. His tall height was enough to shrink everyone's stance. Everyone except his father.

Don Maxim carefully walked up to his son, his expression tight, revealing his sheer anger hidden behind the frail lines on his face. Anatoly tried to speak but a loud slap echoed in the room.

“Don...” Cadenza wanted to speak but Maxim raised a hand in the air, automatically silencing her from speaking further.

Nathaniel who was still on the carpet floor, covered in glass shard pieces, quickly rose up and attempted to come at Anatoly again like a crazy man.

“Nathaniel! Don't!...” Vincent barked at him, but Nathaniel wasn't ready to listen.

“Don't you dare ask me to fucking calm down! This bastard took my sister's virginity! He fucking tainted her! Who the fuck does he think he is to do that to my defenseless sister! Just because his father controls more than half of the city, that doesn't fucking give him the right to do as he damn well pleases!” Nathaniel gritted, loosing his mind. Everytime he looked at Nadia, he was reminded of the little angel he'd swore to protect while growing up.

Anatoly was heaving angrily. He shut his eyes for a second, then opened them to catch a glimpse of Ivanova. She was still standing behind her father, holding him, crying and feeling betrayed. Then his eyes shot back at Nadia who didn't stop trembling, her eyes glassy and puffy red.

“Who the fuck are you! And how did you enter this suite!?” Anatoly demanded in a furious tone.

Nadia hiccuped and was trembling even more. She didn't raise her head. She continued to stare at the floor like it could open up and swallow her at any moment. She didn't want to raise up her head and look at the disappointed faces in the room. How was she supposed to explain herself, and would they even believe her?

“Vincent,” Maxim said without looking away from Anatoly. “For now, take your niece with you and get her freshened up.”

“What!” Nathaniel snarled. “What the fuck do you mean my sister should just leave. Your son fucking raped my sister! I'm sure of it, and now he will have to marry her! He has to!”

Nadia's body tensed up even more after Nathaniel dared to propose marriage. Her eyes blinked and trembled but she still didn't look up.

No! - Nadia screamed in her head. There was no way she would marry the man that raped her. She'd rather kill herself before reaching the altar.

Anatoly gritted his teeth. He wanted to punch out all of the teeth in Nathaniel's running mouth.

Vincent nodded and looked at Leonora. Leonora nodded accordingly and walked toward Nadia. She helped Nadia get up from the bed and when she held Jodie's shoulders, Nadia wanted to wrap her arms around her aunt and cry her eyes out.

But Nadia immediately felt the distance even in Leonora's touch and firm hold on her.

Anatoly looked at Nadia closely and his eyes narrowed slightly when he saw her limping and her prosthetic leg came into his view. Pure disgust quickly washed over his face and his hatred for this girl whom he never even knew up until today, doubled tenfold.

Nadia hiccuped as Leonora took her out of the room with the sheets wrapped around her. When they neared the door, Nikolai appeared at the doorframe and Nadia's whole body burned with shame. She felt so nonexistent in that exact moment and still didn't raise her head to look at him. Like everyone else, she knew she would also see the disappointed and judgemental look on his face.

Before, If she only had a ten percent chance of Nikolai ever falling in love with her, now she knew and was certain that there was a zero chance of that dream ever coming true.