I was startled on seeing my dad's condition. He was in a terrible state. It wasn't how Mr Cyrus said. He was doing much worse. My eyes scanned around him. Tubes were all connected to some parts of his body and an oxygen mask was on his face supporting his breathing. His face was bruised all over. His arms had cuts and were heavily bandaged. He was looking so vulnerable.Tears filled my eyes as I never thought to see my dad in such a condition. He was a healthy man with a good and proper diet. He wasn't a fan of sugar and kept his health steady. To top it off he was an amazing driver too. How could he get into such a fatal accident that landed him into such a bad state. I sat by his side and took his hand into mine. My tears fell on his hand and soon my lips parted and a sob escaped my mouth. “What happened to you papa? How?...” I was beyond shocked by this. Why didn't mom call me to inform me about this. It hurt me more to even find out about this from Mr Cyrus and not from my own mo
I was blankly staring at mom and trying to make sense of what she just said to me. She bit her lip and squeezed my hands tightly under hers. I felt her body tensing up and I felt she was trying to hide her tears.“What are you saying momma?” I quickly withdrew my hands from hers. I stared at her shocked. How could she ask me to do that. I couldn't bear another sight of being near Mason and now I had to stay with him forever. I thought coming here and my mom hearing me out I will get the emotional support I desperately needed but mom was no help. The realization hit me hard and I had to look at her with a fallen expression. “You don't care about me anymore momma. Is it because am not your biological daughter?” I didn't want to admit I knew but the words just flew out of my mouth without me knowing in time. As expected my mom's eyes widened in front of me. “...What...what did you just say darling?” Her voice was a bit low and concerned. Her eyes told me she was trying to tell me somet
“Humph, Ah!” I screamed as soon as he pushed his dick inside of me. I wasn't even wet yet and felt a burning sensation fill within my core. My hands clutched his huge biceps before reaching up to his shoulders with my nails piercing through his suit jacket.My legs curled up and bit my lip as his thrusting was becoming brutal and stretching my core more. His balls slapped against my skin repeatedly as his cock banged against my womb. He was needy and hungry as usual for my body. His lips travelled down my neck to my collarbone before clashing his teeth with my white skin. I moaned loudly as he placed a hickey on me before I felt his warm breath fanning against my neck and collarbone. My back ached a bit in my position under him. I felt even worse when he grabbed a fistful of my hair while pounding me like a starved possessed lion. My belly entered inside as his callous hands slapped my pussy lips hard. It was hell painful. Soon he began rubbing his two fingers against my pussy lips.
We pulled over in front of a gigantic mansion. It's walls were all painted grey with a bit shades of black around the windows and doors. The mansion was beautiful and the lights in the garden and surrounding the entire mansion only made the mansion look more breathtaking. I remembered my own home. It was also a mansion painted in nothing but white. I loved the color white so much and my dad even painted my entire room in white not the typical pink color for a girl's room. A lone tear slipped recollecting my father's current state. His accident was too hard to believe as he wasn't a reckless driver. “Do you need an invitation to get out?” I quickly came out of my thoughts and turned to already see Mason stepping out from his side of the limo. I sighed silently. After adjusting my belt on my jeans, I slowly walked out of the limo. The mansion was so quiet and the sounds of bats from the nearby forest made the whole scenery seem like I was in a horror film. I wondered why he had a man
I quickly turned off the cooker and was breathing heavily looking at what I had done. Fear had now snatched sleep away from me. I recollected Mason's anger earlier in the bathroom and got my heartbeat increasing as the thought of what he will do to me came to my mind. More fear coiled in my chest as I knew I was out of more vegetables. I had burnt everything and there wasn't anything to do now. The sauce I wanted to prepare was ruined and would lack the basic taste because of its lack of vegetables. I held my head with both my hands trying to think of something but nothing came. I looked back at the shopping bags and saw only pasta left. There wasn't anything else left to prepare.I contemplated trying to make the sauce like that but knew it wouldn't have any taste to the tongue. You're screwed now Sierra. My inner conscience told me making me to begin imagining all kinds of worse scenarios. Knowing Mason, he could easily kill me with the snap of his fingers if he wanted. And I know
I bit my lip feeling out of place all of a sudden. Mr Sahid's question had totally thrown away my confidence. I had somehow forgotten about that scandal but it seems not Mr Sahid. I looked at Mason from the corner of my eyes and I knew straight away he was glaring at me. Though he smiled widely, I was already accustomed to know when he was angry behind that smile. “What bad manners you have Mr Sahid.” Mr Ford spoke with distaste. Unlike Mr Ford, Mr Sahid was a much younger man. A man in his early thirties and I caught a smirk form on his lips as he eyed me a while ago. I immediately felt very uncomfortable.“Well I...”“No dear. You don't have to feel obliged to respond to such humorless jokes.” Mrs Ford stopped me giving a glare at Mr Sahid. It was now Mason spoke. “Well concerning that incident with my wife. Well it was a slip-up on her part.” My eyes slightly widened in shock before I turned to look directly at him. I felt his hand tighten on my thigh underneath the dining table.
“That child won't be ours. I told you I don't want a child. This is just my dad's obsession of having an heir. Got that!” His tone was harsh, stern and threatening. All three mixed together to form a scary combination.I gulped staring at him before my eyes went to Rosalind. If he didn't need to act in front of her then my intuition was right. The two were close. But I couldn't help but wonder how he could be so cruel and heartless. Even though the child would be ours. I didn't want a child especially with him but now circumstances forced all this to happen. “Now stop with that thought erupting in your little head about having any ties with that baby because it won't happen and do you know why?” He suddenly smiled holding me close. “Because you don't need one. Am enough. Am enough for you to pamper and spoil, right?” I didn't respond and kept looking at him. I still wonder why I was surprised by his behavior. I shouldn't be anymore and expect almost anything bizarre from him at this
I returned home in a terrible and sour mood from the hospital. And adding to my misery, Mason didn't let me breathe and as usual had his way with me. I wondered when I was going to be free from him. I knew I needed support. There was no way I could do this alone. Recollecting how because of me Patricia almost lost her life. And I didn't want to put anyone in danger for my own selfishness. I wondered at what point in my life I became so weak and submissive. I wasn't like this before but it was just Mason had a hold on me. He controlled me and I hated to accept that this was the truth. I was busy in the kitchen cooking some breakfast when Rosalind walked in. It had been a week since she arrived and I made sure to stay far away from her. She didn't give any good vibes and screamed red flags. She did try to get close to Mason in these last week but the man never gave her the attention. Somehow deep inside me I wished he did so he would leave me alone and in peace. “I want an omelet wit