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Chapter 3
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2025-10-10 23:05:24JULIA
Tears pricked my eyes. My chest ached so hard it hurt to breathe.
“What should I do with you,” he murmured darkly, leaning closer until his breath fanned across my ear, “if you keep making rash moves, hm?”
His thumb brushed me, slow, deliberate, teasing in a way that made me gasp. A pathetic sound tore from my throat, part pleasure, part fear.
Marcus’s smirk deepened. “So sensitive.” his tone was threaded with amusement, but also something sharper, like hunger. “This obviously hurts.” his lips ghosted the shell of my ear as his voice dropped lower. “Bear with it.”
“Ahh!”
My heart slammed in my chest, erratic, frantic. My body trembled beneath him, torn between wanting to run and wanting to disappear inside the heat of him.
Then he pressed forward.
Agony ripped through me, white-hot and unbearable. My body seized, my nails clawing into his naked back as a strangled cry broke from my lips.
Marcus froze instantly, his chest heaving as though fighting himself. His jaw was tight, his brow furrowed.
“Christ.” he hissed the word, his eyes sharp, locked on my face. “You really are untouched.”
I couldn’t answer. My throat ached from holding back a sob, my entire body trembling under the weight of him.
Marcus’s face twisted with a mark of disbelief, with something rawer, almost primal. He braced a hand beside my head, knuckles whitening, as if it took everything in him not to pull away or to drive deeper all at once.
“Look at you,” he muttered, his voice rough, strained, like he was the one in pain. “So tight I can barely move.”
“P-Please,” I whispered, my voice breaking, tears finally spilling. “Don’t—don’t move… it hurts…”
For a moment, silence swallowed the room. His chest rose and fell hard, his breath a heavy rasp. He studied me with eyes that looked like they could cut me in half, disbelief still etched into every line of his face.
Then his lips curved, cruel and slow. “Hurts, huh?” his voice was low, mocking. “You begged for this, princess. You kissed me like you knew what you wanted.”
“I-I didn’t…” my words faltered, too broken, too soft.
“Yes, you did.” his hand slid down to my hip, fingers gripping hard enough to bruise. “And now you don’t get to back out.”
The pain throbbed. My body clenched desperately around him. I couldn’t stop the whimpers that escaped, couldn’t stop the way I shook beneath him.
“Oh..” Marcus groaned through clenched teeth, his forehead dropping briefly against mine. “Fuck. You’re going to kill me.” His voice cracked with tension. “So tight. So untouched. And you give yourself to me instead of him?”
My breath stuttered. My tears blurred my vision, but I forced my eyes open, meeting his. “J-just… don’t move. Please.”
His gaze burned into mine, and for the first time, I thought I saw a flicker of hesitation—just a flicker. But it vanished quickly, swallowed by that cruel, hungry gleam.
“Begging already,” Marcus rasped, his voice thick. “You really don’t know what you’ve done.”
He shifted slightly, and I gasped, the pain lancing sharper. “Ahh! Please!” My nails dug and scratched into his shoulders.
Marcus’s jaw tightened, his own breath breaking unevenly. “Fuck it,” he growled, half to himself, half to me. “I’m not the gentle type.”
He pulled back an inch, then pressed in again, slower but deeper, watching every flicker of pain across my face. My body arched involuntarily, the sheets twisting in my fists.
The ache was unbearable, tearing me apart, and yet… beneath it, heat began to coil, faint and traitorous.
“You feel that?” Marcus murmured against my ear, his voice dark and intoxicating. “That’s me, breaking you open. Making you mine.”
I whimpered, turning my face into the pillow, ashamed of the sounds spilling from me.
Why is he even saying this? Why do I feel so turned on…?.
“No hiding,” he ordered, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to face him again. His eyes burned, sharp and merciless. “You look at me when I take you. Understand?”
My lips trembled, but I nodded weakly.
Marcus smirked, satisfied, though his own restraint looked razor-thin. “Good girl.”
He rocked his hips again, steady, deliberate, dragging another strangled cry out of me. My legs shook uncontrollably, my body torn between agony and some new, overwhelming fire.
“See?” he whispered, his lips brushing my temple. “The pain fades. It always does. And when it does…” he thrust deeper, his voice dropping to a growl. “…you’ll beg for more.”
I shook my head, whimpering, but my body betrayed me, heat pooling low despite the sting.
“Ohh! Marcus! Ahh!”
Marcus’s laugh was low, disbelieving, edged with something dangerous. “Christ. You really are going to ruin me.”
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From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed Chapter 153
TERRAThe worst part wasn’t the fear.It was the waiting.Waiting made everything louder. Every thought sharpened until it cut, every doubt clawing at the edges of my mind like it wanted to tear its way out. I hated it. I hated the stillness, the way time stretched when I needed it to move.I paced across my room, heels clicking against the marble, the sound echoing back at me like a countdown. My phone sat on the vanity, screen dark, but I kept glancing at it anyway, as if looking might force it to light up.It would happen soon.It had to.Because if it didn’t, if this plan failed the way the others had begun to, then everything my mother warned me about would become real. I would fade. I would become background. A name people used to whisper about with pity instead of respect.And I refused to let that happen.A soft knock came at the door before it opened. Livia stepped inside, her expression tight, eyes scanning the room like she expected to find chaos spilled across the floor.“
From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed Chapter 152
JULIA The message reached me in the middle of a conversation that had nothing to do with danger.Phoebe was halfway through a dramatic retelling of something trivial, her hands moving like she was conducting an orchestra only she could hear. I was laughing, actually laughing, the kind that loosened my shoulders and made the room feel warm instead of watchful.Then my phone buzzed.I almost ignored it. Almost.But something in the timing, in the way the vibration felt too sharp against the table, made me glance down. A message notification. Unknown number, but not entirely unfamiliar.I opened it.I don’t know exactly what Terra’s planning, but it’s public and soon. Be ready.For a second, the words didn’t register. They just sat there, black text on a bright screen, disconnected from reality.Then the meaning settled.My laughter faded before I realized it had stopped.Phoebe noticed immediately. She always did.“What is it?” she asked, voice softer now.I turned the phone toward her
From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed Chapter 151
NEROI knew something was wrong before anyone said it out loud.Not because of rumors. Not because of whispers. Those were always there, shifting like background noise you learn to ignore. It was the silence between them that gave it away. Conversations cutting off when I entered a room. Messages that used to come easily now arrive delayed, filtered, cautious.Terra was moving again.And this time, she wasn’t hiding it well.I stood on the balcony outside my apartment, the city humming below, neon bleeding into the night like a wound that refused to close. My phone felt heavier than usual in my hand, screen lit with half-read messages from contacts I trusted less with every passing day.Most of them said the same thing in different words.She’s reaching outside the circle.She’s desperate.This could get ugly.I should have felt loyalty. Instinct. The old pull that had kept me orbiting Terra for years, convinced proximity to her meant proximity to power.Instead, all I felt was exhaus
From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed Chapter 150
MARCUSBy the time the last guest left, I already knew.Not the details. Not the exact shape of what Terra was planning next. But the shift was there, unmistakable, like a change in air pressure before a storm breaks. You learn to recognize it when your life depends on patterns.And Terra had just stepped out of pattern.I stood alone in the private lounge off the ballroom, jacket draped over the back of a chair, the low hum of cleanup echoing faintly through the walls. My phone lay on the table in front of me, screen lit with a steady stream of updates from three different channels.None of them panicked.That was the first confirmation.If she had tried something immediate, something reckless, I would be seeing alarms, not quiet data. Instead, what I saw were small movements. Contacts reaching out. Minor financial shifts. A few digital footprints that didn’t belong to anyone in my circle.Preparation.I leaned back slowly, folding my hands. Terra was not retreating. She was repositi
From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed Chapter 148
TERRAThe silence in my car felt louder than the gala ever did.No music. No phone calls. Just the faint hum of the engine and my own breathing, too sharp, too uneven, breaking the illusion of control I had held together all night.It wasn’t supposed to go like that.The plan had been airtight. The timing is perfect. The material was damaging enough to plant doubt even if Marcus tried to contain it. But instead of chaos, there had been… nothing. A flicker. A moment. Then the room moved on as if I had never tried to rip her world open.As if I didn’t matter.My nails scraped against my palm again, harder this time, until the sting grounded me. I welcomed the pain. It was proof I still had something real left.Beside me, Livia stared straight ahead, her posture rigid, lips pressed into a thin line. She hadn’t said a word since we left, which was worse than any lecture. My mother’s silence meant calculation, and calculation meant she was deciding how much of tonight’s failure belonged to
From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed Chapter 148
JULIAThe laughter in the room didn’t reach me. It echoed around, but my chest felt heavy, as if every polite smile and soft conversation carried a shadow I couldn’t ignore. I had seen Terra’s plan unravel in seconds, had watched Marcus regain control so smoothly it felt effortless, but the adrenaline didn’t fade. It lingered, sharp and raw, like a bruise no one could see.I pressed my hands lightly against the table in the corner, fingers trembling without meaning to. Phoebe appeared beside me instantly, hand brushing mine in that small, grounding gesture that had saved me more times than I could count.“Julia,” she said softly. “You’re fine. Look at me. You’re fine.”I forced a smile, nodding, but inside, everything was unsettled. I had survived. The attack hadn’t touched me physically. But it had touched something deeper, the edges of fear that lingered no matter how strong I felt. And now I realized how close it had come.“Are… are you sure?” I asked, voice lower than I intended.
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