Marielle’s Misery

Marielle's POV

The first one finishes receiving the call and snaps his head towards us, his voice filled with urgency. “Brother.. we have to leave. Now!“

“Why?!“

He doesn’t answer. He just starts walking towards us and the room falls into tense silence; I can tell that they are conversing through the mindlink.

The second one gently removes my head from his shoulder and they start dressing up.

My chest thunders against my rib cage. Why would they leave? I had anticipated what would happen next. If they could make me feel like this with their fingers, then their cocks might… really be the end of me.

When they are done dressing up, they turn back towards me, eyeing me down with hunger.

The second one’s hand reaches out and grips my jaw—not tight enough to hurt—but enough to keep my eyes fixed on his. “Miss Bold, we'll be back in thirty minutes to continue what we've started, so don't you dare touch yourself. If you do, we're going to punish you.“

A warmth spreads across my heart.

Miss Bold?

They are coming back?

Thank Goddess.

“Did you understand?“ the first one growls when I don’t answer. He slaps my breast hard.

“Yes, Daddies,” I cry out, my eyes watering.

“Good,” he replies, smirking. “So be a good girl and think of ways you can pleasure us when we return.“

“Yes, Daddies.“

The second one leans down and presses his lips to the middle of my breasts before they turn and disappear from the room.

The moment the door slams shut, I release a long, exasperated sigh and collapse onto the bed.

My body is still sensitive as I press my thighs together—but I won’t touch myself. I don’t want Daddies to get angry, but then their words have a way of binding my fingers.

Every minute stretches slowly… that is the longest I have had to wait in my entire life. Thirty minutes pass, an hour… two hours and my Daddies are still not back. My eyes stay fixed on the door, hoping—praying—it’d slide open any moment from now.. but it doesn’t.

A wave of sadness washes over me.

No one is coming. No one genuinely wants me. Neither Rylan, who calls me fatty, nor the strangers who call me beautiful and bold.

Then the door slides open and a small smile spreads across my face, my hope renewed. Oh.. they came back after all.

“Daddies, you—”

The words die in my mouth. My mouth and eyes widen. They aren’t the ones—it is the hotel staff. Two stunning ladies dressed in white shirts and black pants eye me down with barely masked disgust.

I grit my teeth in anger. How dare they barge in like that? I quickly wrap the duvet around my body before turning back to them. “What the hell—”

“Get out!“ one spits.

“Excuse me?“ I snap in disbelief.

“The twins have ordered us to throw you out, you whore!“ the other spits.

My brows furrow in confusion. “Throw me out? They told me to wait here for them.“

“Wait here?“ she repeats, the words tasting bitter on her lips. “They aren't coming back, you slut. Leave now or we're going to throw you out into the street.“

My stomach twists with barely restrained anger.

I am deceived yet again and it seems I have been cursed by the Moon Goddess never to find happiness. These strangers are worse than Rylan—they even throw me out onto the street when it is already very late and unsafe to move around. Never will I trust a man who calls me big, bold, and beautiful… because I’m not. This isn’t losing confidence.. this is finally accepting who I truly am.

I force back the tears threatening to spill and without another word, I start throwing on my clothes. When I am done, I storm out of the room.

I hear the staff hiss behind me.

Outside, I stand by the roadside. No taxi. No one in sight. Just thick darkness and strong wind. I cast wary glances around, my chest pounding in fear. I stare at my phone screen and it is already almost midnight.

“Goddess.. how do I get home?“ I whisper, wrapping a hand around my body to shield myself from the cool air nibbling at my exposed skin.

Then as if the heavens are by my side… I glance forward and I see a guesthouse across the street. I sigh in relief and quickly cross the road, walking towards it to spend the night there.

The next morning

“The properties of Silverleaf can't be underestimated,” Professor Naomi—an attractive woman in her early thirties—her voice echoes through the room, cutting through the chaos in my mind but still I can’t concentrate.

My mind keeps going back and forth to the strangers who not only leave me hanging but also throw me out in the middle of the night.

Then my phone buzzes against the metal table. I reach for it, my eyes fixed on the screen. It is a message.

'Come to my office. A minute late—and your videos go live,'

Of course.. it’s him—Rylan Ward. My master. The one who owns my fate now. Even during lectures, I have no choice but to comply.

My grip tightens around the device and I imagine it shattering in my grip. Left with no choice, I stand up and raise my hand.

“Professor, I need to use the restroom,” I say, my voice barely audible.

Professor Naomi doesn’t reply immediately; her narrowed eyes are just fixed on me like she can tell I am lying. To make it more believable, my hand drops to my stomach.

“I'm having a stomach upset,” I mutter, wincing in pain.

She waves me away. I bow and bolt out of the hall.

My feet hit the floor sharply as I move towards his office with barely restrained fury. I yank the door open. “What the hell?“ I snap. “I was in class—”

The words die in my mouth when I see him and the two other men who are standing by the window turn towards me.

The men are none other than the strangers from last night.

Dressed in dark fitted shirts and pants. Same piercing eyes. Same sharp jaws.

Yeah… them.

The devils in Armani.

My chest pounds against my rib cage as they stare at me in disbelief. I lower my head to avert my eyes from their burning gaze. My fingers dig into my palm like it is the only thing holding me together—preventing me from disappearing into thin air.

No… no… what are they doing here?

Rylan walks towards me, smirking triumphantly as his arm wraps possessively around my waist. Everything inside me screams in protest but then… I can’t.

“So brothers,” Rylan begins, his voice smooth like silk but sounding like a dagger piercing my chest. “Meet Marielle Cross—my ex-mate and personal whore.“