Chapter 2: The Fall of Octavia Beacham

Octavia’s POV

Four weeks had passed. Just four weeks. It was astonishing how quickly a person's entire world could fall apart.

Sarah had kept every promise she made that night and more… Night after night, I woke up to Jake fucking my sister, and during the day, they went about their lives as though nothing had happened.

I got tired of crying. Sarah didn't need to hit me. She didn't need to threaten me. Her words alone were enough to make me feel smaller with each passing day.

“Octavia!" Sarah's voice echoed through the mansion.

My fingers froze around the cup of tea I was holding. She was calling me again.

"Did you suddenly become deaf?" she shouted. My heart pounded. Every beat filled me with dread over what humiliation awaited me this time.

I quickly set the cup down and hurried downstairs.

Sarah was sitting comfortably on the living room sofa and scrolling on her phone. Jake sat beside her, his attention fixed on the television.

Neither of them looked surprised to see me.

"Finally," Sarah said lazily. "I was beginning to think I'd have to come drag you down myself." I lowered my face.

She pointed toward a pile of clothes on the couch. "I need you to do my laundry." I turned and stared at the clothes for a second, confusion pulling at me.

We already have enough servants in the house for that. Why does it have to be me? The old me would have reminded her that this wasn't my responsibility. The old me would've shunned her.

Instead… my fingers trembled. My knees became weak. "I…" The words caught in my throat.

Sarah tilted her head… "Was my instruction unclear? I hate to repeat myself" Her eyes went dark. A tremor ran through my legs. Suddenly, I had lost my voice. I bent and picked up the clothes.

As I turned away, Jake watched me. For one brief moment, guilt flashed across his face. Then he looked away. The man who once made me feel loved now watched me disappear piece by piece. And he did nothing.

The laundry basket felt heavier than it should have. Maybe it wasn't the weight of the clothes.

Maybe it was the weight of what I had become. Every day was the same, Sarah called; I obeyed. She mocked me; I stayed silent.

Every smile she gave me carried another humiliation.

And somewhere, along the line… I started seeing myself through her eyes. I started believing I truly was beneath her. And that frightened me more than anything.

Later that afternoon, my phone buzzed, a new notification. Someone had tagged me on T*****r. I hesitated before opening it.

I shouldn't have, but I did. A picture of me filled the screen. Someone had edited it into a cruel joke; the face of a pig was attached to my body.

The comments were worse: "The billionaire pig." "Poor Jake… he deserves better." "Money can't buy beauty."

I saw a comment calling me a wealthy pig, and it got over twenty thousand likes. The numbers kept climbing…

Thousands of laughing reactions. Thousands of strangers discussing my body… My marriage… My worth.

My hands began to tremble. I locked the screen. A second later, another notification lit up the screen.

Frustration kicked in, and I switched off the phone completely.

I couldn't remember the last time I had stepped out in a public place. I couldn't remember the last time I had answered a friend's call. Then again... Sarah had made sure I had no friends left to call.

I couldn't even remember the last time I looked at myself in the mirror without feeling disgusted.

Being the first daughter of one of the richest families in Valdoria no longer meant anything.

I'd trade every coin my family owned just to walk down a street without wondering if people were laughing behind my back.

But by the end of those four weeks, I no longer recognized the woman staring back at me in the mirror. I had become a shadow of myself, exhausted, Sarah's slave, and a victim of my low self-esteem.

At around 9pm… Sarah and Jake had gone out to party. Sarah was beginning to look more like Jake's wife than I did.

I was home alone. Sitting on the bed, my tears slipped onto my lips as I gulped down the second glass of my favourite wine.

I could barely tell the difference between the taste of wine and my tears. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Sarah. She had become my nightmare.

After the third glass, I felt my vision going blurry… I started seeing everything in twos, and then threes… then fours.

Then confusion hit me. “Am I drunk? Why do I feel this way?” I asked myself. My body was slowly losing its natural response.

“No way. That's not possible. The wine was supposed to be non-alcoholic. I knew something was wrong.

I quickly wiped my eyes, but it was getting worse. My breathing became ragged. Panic took over and I rose up from the bed. Immediately, I felt a sting between my legs, like an itch, a sweet itch.

My hand reached in response to my body, and the moment I touched my clitoris, a wave of electricity swept through me.

I moaned. What's happening to me?

My hands found my boobs and began to caress them, but it wasn't enough to quench the flame building inside me. I was suddenly aroused.

I looked at the drink with unfocused eyes. There's no way this can be the effect of this non-alcoholic wine. My brows furrowed… did someone tamper with my wine?

The urge was growing stronger and stronger, until I lost control. I lay on the bed; fingering my wet cunt and moaning at the pleasure.

My mind was in shambles as I submitted myself to self pleasure. But it wasn't enough.

My body ached for more. Just then, I saw a shadow approaching from the door. A face I couldn't recognize. I was too weak to stand, it felt like my strength was being drained. I looked anyway, and I saw a huge black figure standing over me.

He was naked. His tool danced between his legs. Bigger than any I had ever seen. I gasped.

This must be my imaginary scene. But that'll do. He came at me, and without consent, he claimed my lips, igniting the fire burning inside me.

Heat spread through every nerve in my body… I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. He pinned my hands above my head, and my legs spread wide, inviting him in.

Then, his weight pressed between my thighs. Finally, his tool entered me with one relentless motion. A moan escaped my lips. I tried to speak as tears soaked my eyes, but my voice betrayed me.

He claimed me. Every thrust was a message, a declaration. My vision blurred until the room itself melted away and he took total control of my body.

His tool filled me as I moaned beneath him. He took me in ways Jake had never done. The night became an endless circle of my moans and screams and the lustful sound of our thighs colliding…

Hours later, a sharp ache throbbed behind my eyes. I frowned and slowly opened them. The morning sunlight spilled through the curtains and stung my vision.

My head felt impossibly heavy.

"...What happened?" The words barely escaped my lips.

Slowly, my vision cleared, and I realized I wasn't alone…

Sarah stood at the foot of the bed with her arms folded across her chest, her face was masked with satisfaction. Beside her was Jake. Neither of them spoke.

They simply stared at me. As though I were something filthy. My heartbeat quickened.

"Why are you both looking at me like that?" I asked in a low voice.

Silence.

Confused, I pushed myself upright, only to feel the blanket slide down my body.

I froze. I wasn't wearing any clothes.

"W-What..." Panic surged through me. My gaze drifted to the other side of the bed, and my eyes fell on a man asleep beside me; one of the estate's security guards.

For a split second, my mind went completely blank. Then horror crashed over me.

"No..."

I scrambled backward until my back struck the headboard.

"No... No, no, no!" A scream tore from my throat. I looked back at Sarah and Jake as fear settled in my nerves… "What happened? I don't... I don't remember any of this, I swear!"

The guard stirred awake, equally startled, looking around in confusion.

But before anyone could speak, the door swung open. Heavy footsteps echoed across the floor.

My mother entered first. My father followed close behind, travel bags still in the hands of the staff behind them.

They had only just returned from their holiday. But why now? Why this moment? Why am I always this unfortunate?

A shallow gasp tore from my throat the moment they looked toward the bed.

Both of them stopped in their tracks, and I watched as my mother's gentle smile began to fade until all that was left was shock and disbelief. The room fell into a suffocating silence.

My mother's face was drained of color. My father's expression hardened into cold fury. His gaze shifted from me... to the man lying beside me.

I clutched the blanket tight around my trembling body as tears blurred my vision.

"Dad... Mom..." My voice broke. "I…I don't know what happened. I didn't do anything, I swear.”