Pembalasan Istri Pertama

***Olivia's POV***

At nineteen years old, I should be living my best life. I should be enjoying my school break, going to parties with my boyfriend, Drake, and planning my future.

Instead, I am a prisoner.

My father died a few months ago, and he left me with a final, cruel surprise.

His will.

"To my daughter, Olivia, I leave everything to her. But only if Chandler Sterling remains her guardian until she's twenty-five or married. She must live in his house, she must follow his rules. If she ever refuses this arrangement, she loses everything."

My own father had sold me to the devil. And that devil’s name was Chandler Sterling. He was my father’s best friend, the man I had a secret crush on when I was a kid.

But he had abandoned us five years ago, moving to London without a word. Now, he was back to be my guardian.

Which is exactly how I ended up here.

Bent over his knees.

SPANK.

The leather couch creaked as Chandler adjusted his weight, the sound lost against the sharp crack of his palm meeting my skin.

I gasped, my back arching as the sting radiated across my a*ss. Tears blurred my vision, dripping onto the fabric of his expensive suit pants.

"Is he worth it, Olivia?" his voice was a low, dangerous rumble.

His hand was buried in my hair, tilting my head back just enough to force me to look at him. I saw the cold fire in his eyes. He wasn't the 'uncle' I remembered. He was a monster.

"Is that boy worth this much defiance?" he demanded.

"He’s my boyfriend, Chandler!" I gasped, my eyes watering from the lingering sting.

I wanted to scream it. I wanted to fight. But with my body bent over his knees and my heart hammering against my ribs, I felt helpless.

"You can’t just tell me who I can see. You’re not my father—"

SPANK.

Another one landed, harder than the last.

"F*ck!" I cried out, my fingers curling into his pants. My skirt was hiked up around my waist and my panties were down around my ankles. I was exposed, humiliated, and completely at his mercy.

"Your father trusted me to ensure you didn't make reckless decisions," he hissed, leaning down until his lips brushed my ear. "Sneaking out to see someone who doesn't respect the boundaries of this house is exactly what I was asked to prevent. As long as you are staying here, the rules are not suggestions."

The heat in my body was confusing. I hated him, but the way he held me... the way his voice vibrated against my skin... it made my pulse race for all the wrong reasons.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," I whispered.

The word trembled on my lips, thick with a submission I hated myself for feeling. I just wanted the pain to stop.

"Please, Daddy... It hurts... "

Chandler’s breath hitched at the name. I saw a flicker of something dark and hungry cross his face. The grip on my hair tightened as he forced me again to look into his dark, unyielding eyes.

"If you want to call me that, you better start acting like you mean it," he murmured, his voice dropping low and seductive.

"I hate you," I sobbed, though the traitorous heat pooling between my legs told a different story. I was almost certain I was soaking his pants.

"Good," he whispered. "Hate me all you want, as long as you f*cking listen to me. Now, tell me again... are you going to see him tonight?

I opened my mouth to lie, to defy him one last time, but the words died in my throat. I was broken. He had dismantled my pride in minutes.

"I asked you a question, Olivia," he warned. He gave my hair a sharp tug, making me whimper. "Are you going to see him?"

"No," I choked out. "No, Daddy. I’ll stay. I’ll stay here with you. Just please... please..."

"Good girl," he growled.

The praise vibrated against my skin as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, kissing my skin intimately. It wasn't a comfort; it was a claim.

I closed my eyes, shivering. He had won. I told myself I still hated him, but as he held me, I knew I wasn't going anywhere. I was stuck here, and part of me, the part I hated most, didn't even want to leave.

His hand, the same one that had just been spanking my a*ss until it bruised, slid downward. It moved with a slow caress until his fingers found my drenched panties around my ankles. He didn't put them back on me.

He pulled them off completely.

"You won't be needing this," he whispered.

The door to my life had just locked, and Chandler Sterling held the only key.