Chapter 2

Stephanie's POV

Bent over Nathan's desk was Selena and Nathan was right behind her, his dick buried deep in her pussy. They both stiffened as soon as they saw me and Selena's eyes widened in shock. She tried to push Nathan off her but he looked unbothered as he groped her breasts right in front of me.

“Steph, it's not what you think—”

“You're screwing your brother? My fiance? This was what you meant when you said he liked them thick? Do you even realize this is incest?” I asked in horror, watching as Nathan continued to thrust into her like I wasn't standing in front of them.

“F-fuck, Nathan, stop… You're hurting Steph's feelings.” Selena moaned, her eyes rolling backward as she tightened her hands over his on her breasts.

“Like I fucking care,” Nathan growled, slamming into her even more as he turned to me. “She's been hurting my feelings and I was patient enough.”

“Stop this, both of you. Please! Just stop…” I choked out, tears rolling down my face in despair, but Selena's moans increased as she threw her head backward while sucking Nathan's fingers.

“See this?” Nathan groaned, spanking Selena's ass with his free hand. “This is what you couldn't give me. Besides, it would be hard to bend you over a desk, you'd fucking break it.” He mocked with a snort and Selena giggled at his words.

I was their object of mockery.

“How could you cheat on me with your own sister?” I asked, my heart tight as I swallowed while trying to keep myself steady.

“That's where you're getting it— oh Nathan,” She moaned again, before turning to me. “That's where you're getting it wrong, Steph. I was never— fuck, right there— I was never Nathan's sister.” She muttered with a sinister smile, and I realized that I had been deceived all this time.

“What?”

“You're too slow, Steph. I would blame your fat but then I know fats don't grow in the brain. Or do they?” She mocked and I choked back a sob as she suddenly grabbed the table tightly while Nathan slammed into her relentlessly.

“I'm gonna cum—” She cried out in pleasure as Nathan's grunts became louder, his hand on her waist tighter than before.

“Cum for me sweetheart.” He groaned, slapping her ass and I turned away, not able to watch their sex escapades anymore.

I wiped my tears over and over again but they kept pouring down like the rain.

“Fuck, that was so good. I'm guessing our audience made it better.” Nathan chuckled as he kissed her passionately before pulling out of her.

“You're both disgusting.” I spat as they got dressed and Selena snorted in amusement.

“Says the one with a pot belly.” She mocked and my heart sank. “You really thought Nathan would choose someone so sexy like me over you?”

“You lied to me,” I muttered, my voice laced with pain. “You made me trust you with my heart. I loved you, Nathan.”

“And I didn't,” Nathan replied, settling in behind his desk. “Why did you think I never slept beside you at night? You guessed it right. I was fucking Selena while you slept. What can I say? Your loud snores made it very easy to get away with it.” He laughed mockingly and I was about to speak when I realized that I was slowly running out of breath.

No… not now. It would take a while for me to get to the hospital from here…

“Help…” I wheezed, my chest tightening as my heart started to pound faster. “Please… the hospital…”

“It's time for you to leave, fatty.” Selena spat as she started to push me out of the office, ignoring the fact that I could barely breathe anymore.

“Please help me…” I choked out and she shot me a wicked smile that had my blood running cold.

“I hope you die. That way, Nathan and I would share your inheritance.” She whispered and slammed the door in my face as I collapsed to the ground.

Her phone in my pocket slipped out and I abandoned it as I tried to crawl to the elevator.

“If I could just…”

My vision darkened but I forced myself to stay awake, dragging myself as hard as I could to the elevator. By the time I made it in, I could barely breathe. My chest was tight like it had a clamp on it and with a cry of pain, I pressed the ground floor.

The elevator moved but I could barely register the movement. The darkness surrounding me was dragging me in and I didn't know how to fight against it. So I gave in. Maybe it would be better to die than to live this way.

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened, but I couldn't move. I couldn't open my eyes. Then I heard his voice.

“Stephanie?

His voice sounded so far away that I couldn't recognize whose voice it was.

“Stay with me.” I heard him say and the panic in his voice made my heart warm. It seemed like someone still cared about me.

Just as I was about to lose consciousness completely, I felt arms wrapped around my legs and waist, and I was lifted from the ground.

No one could carry me, after all, I weighed 95 kilograms so I assumed that I was ascending instead.

Whatever happened next felt like a blur but when I opened my eyes again, I was staring at the white ceiling above me.

Beeping sounds filtered into my hearing and I turned to see that I was connected to an ECG. I wasn't dead. The IV drip on my wrist hurts slightly and I let out a soft wince before looking around.

How did I get here? Who saved me? Who carried me here?

Letting out a soft groan, I sat up and looked around at the empty hospital ward. Just then, the door opened and a figure stepped in with his hands in his pockets.

He saved me?

“You're awake.” He muttered, his voice flat as he walked up to me, and I tried to get out of the bed, but he stopped me.

“You're still recovering. Rest some more.”

I recognized his voice as the one who had called out to me when I passed out in the elevator. How come he was the one who saved me?

“Did you bring me here?” I asked and he stared at me like it wasn't already obvious. “Thank you for saving me…”

“I should have stopped you from going in. But seeing, they say, is believing.” He said as he settled into the chair beside the bed.

“What? You knew?” I asked and he ignored my question. Again.

“You were being deceived for so long. Talking you out of it wouldn't have convinced you so it was good you saw it for yourself.”

“What do you want from me?” I asked. “You're the cousin of the man who just left me to die after cheating on me, I know you're not here to offer your sympathy,” I added and his lips curved just slightly to reveal a dangerous smile.

“You're smart. I like that. I do want something from you. And it's not difficult. At all.” Ethan said, his eyes fixed on me and I blinked in confusion.

“What do you want?”

“Revenge.”

“What?”

“It's simple, Steph. Your life was almost ruined because of your fiancé and his secretary. Don't you want revenge on them?” He asked, his voice holding a mischievous edge and I shuddered

“I do. But—”

“Disappeare for two years, Stephanie. Your death certificate will be signed. Stephanie will die today. But you'll return as a different woman. As my wife.” He explained, and I froze in shock.

“What?”