"So you married me because you see my sister in me?" Amira repeated as she watched him intently. Andrea remained silent, not saying anything; she was correct about the question, and he did not need to repeat himself."Well, I'm sorry; that's messed up." Her voice cracked, and everything he'd said pierced her heart like a knife.He exhaled deeply. "I fucking understand. I was still grieving Emily's death, and I had to marry you so I could see her in you."But then it hit me again," his voice grew louder as he approached me. "If I had treated you the way I treated her, they might have hurt you or taken you away to get to me."He gently caressed her right cheek. His calloused hand felt soft against her cheek."I never wanted them to take advantage of me by using you."Part of her wanted to distance herself from him, but the other part refused to. This was the most vulnerable side of him that she saw. The pain in his eyes became more noticeable."But… I don’t want to be a replacement. I d
Andrea whispered "Emily," which Mr. Banks could hear. Mr. Banks raised his eyebrows in surprise, wondering what had Andrea so engrossed in his phone. His heart thumped against his chest, and his body shook, hoping Andrea hadn't discovered anything horrible."Emile…"He heard the name again. He remembers Emily, his little girl before she went missing, and he's not sure why Andrea was calling her name and holding his phone. Does he know her?He started to wonder. "Boss…"He finally called, bringing Andrea's attention to him. "You mentioned Emily..."He raised the phone to Mr. Banks and placed the photo in front of him. "Who is she? She looks so much like her.""Her?" he pondered, trying to figure out what he was talking about. Then he said, "Oh, she's my other daughter. She's much younger than Claudia.” toAndrea nodded, his gaze fixed on the picture. He felt his blood run cold as painful memories of his late wife flashed before him. Mr. Banks became uneasy; he had never seen this side
"She was drenched in her own blood… they really did it."Amira gasped in surprise, her body trembling at the peak of the moment. That was a mix of purpose and wickedness. The ransom was paid, so why did they go ahead and kill her? A sudden flutter stirred in her chest. For her late sister, and for Andrea, whose gaze remained fixed on the photo on the wall and also on the gravestone.She let out a sigh, her mind racing with thoughts of Emily, surely swirling around before they took her life. But what she didn’t understand was why they would want to kill her? She didn't do anything wrong.She wrestled with her thoughts as questions swirled around in her mind. Her eyes were already glistening with tears. With a surge of bravery, she prepared to voice one of the questions swirling in her mind.“What was the reason behind her death? I mean you clearly paid…” Her voice trembled, the ache in her chest swelling. “They shouldn’t have…”“It was their way of getting back at me,” he replied, his
Reagan pressed a hand against Claudia's shoulder while sitting in a dark room; his smirk was a mix of playful and deadly. He muttered close to her ear, "Whatever you hear or see should stay with you."Claudia scoffed, shifting his hand away from her shoulder. "So are you trying to tell me that I shouldn't say this to anyone?""Stop wasting words."Reagan chuckled at her fierce demeanor. His gaze darted around the room as the window opened, revealing the city's bustle. He then addressed her, saying, "If you truly need guidance on how to attract a man who doesn't care about you, then master the use of your tongue."He leaned in, his breath fanning against her neck. He observed her every reaction, noticing goosebumps appear on her skin."Maybe I can teach you another lesson to watch that mouth of yours…"She gasped, her breath shaky. Her cheeks turned red like beets, and she pulled away from him, searching for words to say to him. She didn't like being the weak one or being dumbfounded a
"Ahh… fuck yes…"Claudia groaned, her back to Reagan, who grasped her hair and forced her to bend her back as he pressed his entire length into her."Gosh, you're stretching me so…" she exclaimed, her mouth open. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, the pleasure hitting her from all sides. Although her entire body hurt and her back ached, she wanted more."Is this what Amira enjoys, that she kept tossing you around?" She giggled, hugging the chair tightly, as the automobile between them shook. Reagan chuckled as he tightened her hair and bent down to her."Are you jealous?" He moaned, his hot breath caressing her ears. "That I fuck her this good?"Claudia's cheeks had gotten red. "That's not what I meant, and I can't imagine she could be a cunt, when she has Andrea all to herself, selfish bitch…"He pulled away from her and slammed her again, her moans turning into screams. It was better that they were outside, where anyone could hear their flesh slapping and loud groans."Stop ta
Claudia headed directly to the big gate, attempting to recall the way she had taken the last time she visited. Then a car drew up next to her, and she immediately recognized Reagan."Hi… sorry, hold on." She called, sprinting after the vehicle before the gates opened. Reagan arched his eyebrows at her, attempting to figure out who she was and what she wanted at Martini's Mansion."Can I help you?"Claudia laughed, then laid her palms on the window, staring right into the eyes."I know you have no idea who I am, but I have seen you with my sister before." She grinned and cleared her throat, saying, "Hmmm… Can you help me out here?"Reagan gave her a dead stare, and his silence made her question herself. She adjusted her clothing and waved at him. "Hello…""My name is Claudia, and I am sure my sister lives here. I would like to see her..." It's incredibly urgent." She added, sliding her hands along the edge of the window. Reagan then pressed a button on the door, causing it to unlock."