I sighed, "Yup. The news about them hurting me is spreading, but not a single person believes me. Others prefer to take my stepmother's side over mine," I replied dispiritedly.
"What the heck, Ysabel?" he exclaimed in astonishment.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner? You should have come to me and asked for help. My older brother is a Governor here, and he might be able to assist you with your problem. Why are you letting your stepmother and her children treat you like a servant? Does your father know about this? Can't you see that Ryan is hurting you too?" he asked incredulously.
I couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
"Even if I did complain to you, the truth would still be the same. My father would still choose to believe Teresita and her kids," I said bitterly, causing Chester to fall silent.
He looked at me for a moment before returning his attention to driving. He seemed to be worried about my problem and probably didn't want to engage in a dangerous conversation while driving.
"But they are physically abusing you, Ysabel," he said in a serious tone.
"They could be imprisoned for their actions, especially that damn Ryan. I don't care if your father believes you or not. But your stepmother and your stepsiblings deserve to rot in jail," he said and took a deep breath.
"They should still go to jail and suffer because they hurt you both physically and mentally. They're abusing you. Whether your father believes you or not, you should have come to me immediately. What if they seriously injure you next time?" Chester added, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
The Angeles family despises the mistreatment of individuals. They always consider the welfare of their constituents, and the previous Governor, Sir Vandolf Angeles, and Chester's brother, Governor Eros, continue to do so. The family has contributed significantly to the community, providing free education to underprivileged children, including myself. They have lifted the hopes and dreams of many, which is why I was fortunate enough to receive a scholarship. Despite facing various challenges, I am determined to finish college and work towards a better life.
"Boss, can I ask for a favor?" I inquired.
I refer to Chester as "Boss" at the vet clinic where I work. He is my employer there, and I'm the only one who calls him "Boss." The rest of my colleagues address him as "sir," which makes me unique.
"Yeah, sure. What is it?"
"Could you ask Governor Eros to raid the back of our house?" I asked.
"Why?" he asked, furrowing his brow.
"My stepmother has an illegal gambling den in our house. Teresita and our neighbors play tong-its there. Isn't gambling prohibited by Governor here in our area? Besides, I want my stepmother to experience what it's like to be behind bars," I said, smiling sweetly, with a mischievous grin.
A wicked smile on my face.
Before, I had never considered reporting them because I would have been the one blamed once they discovered the illegal gambling activities in our house. But now, I don't care if they blame me or not. I want that wretched Teresita to get what she deserves. Ryzza, Ryan, and their greed will have to deal with the consequences themselves.
I'm at the supermarket, craving some fruit. As I stand in front of the apple stall, ready to make a selection, a feminine hand catches my attention. I hesitated and withdrew my hand, turning away when she spoke. "Are you Zack's ex or something?" Her question stops me in my tracks. It's her, the girl I saw in the parking lot when Zack proposed. She's the one. There's a certain ethereal quality about her; her fair skin and beauty make me feel slightly inadequate. It's no wonder Zack chose her over us. "Hello?" I meet her gaze and then glance away. "I need to go," I mumble and start walking. She seems persistent, following me. "Hey, wait," she says, grabbing my arm. She's so beautiful; her accent is American. I feel like pinching her. "I'm asking you," she continues. "Yes is my answer. If you don't mind, I need to leave. I don't want any trouble with you. We're over, and I'm not desperate to win him back from you. I've seen enough. He chose you, and you're going to be his wife. I'm
Zary POV (Zack's Twin Brother):I observed my brother, who was currently downing shots of tequila. How many bottles had he consumed? Six? Somehow, he managed to be such a fool. I walked into Lica's room, my cousin who had recently returned from the States."Lica, what's the latest?" I settled onto his bed as he glanced at me briefly before returning to his task. Lica was a fashion designer and always seemed busy."It's functional, but I doubt your twin can handle his part," I sighed deeply."You can't entirely blame him, Lica. After all, they nearly lost the baby," I commented, somewhat irritated. He stood up, facing me."Listen, dear cousin. Do you truly believe I'm the one responsible for this idea? Is that what you think?" I met his gaze, then stood up."Just keep it brief. I don't want to witness my brother self-destructing over such matters," I left his room and turned back to my twin."Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! It's all my fault," he exclaimed, hurling a glass to the floor."ZA
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I woke up disoriented, finding myself still in the place where I had lost consciousness earlier. Clutching my stomach, I reassured myself that I was alright. My slumber had been a result of my tears, and I reminded myself to take my vitamins. After consuming some bread and milk, I returned to the room, eyes shut tight. Gazing at Zack's side of the bed, I tenderly caressed his pillow, eventually lying down, embracing it, and shedding silent tears.Abruptly awakened, a tapping sensation on my face jolted me. My initial smile faded as I opened my eyes, only to be met by the sight of a woman dressed in nothing but a bra and panties. Confusion set in until Zack emerged from the bathroom. Hastily standing up, I moved toward him, my gaze ignoring the woman's presence."Babe, you're back!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around Zack's topless form. My anticipation was swiftly crushed as he gently pushed me away."Could you leave the room? We have other plans," he uttered with cold detachment. G
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While our lips were locked in a kiss, I couldn't help but moan from the pleasure of the sensations coursing through me. His gentle strokes against my skin were intoxicating, each touch sending shivers down my spine. He skillfully rubbed my face as our mouths explored each other. His skilled tongue danced with mine, causing me to moan even more. He gradually lifted my maternity dress without breaking our passionate kiss. The sudden exposure made me shiver as I felt the cool air against my bare skin.He removed my bra with deliberate care, his hand then descending to explore between my legs. A moan escaped my lips as he delved into my intimate area. I grabbed his neck, finding support in his strong embrace."Mhmm," I murmured, lost in the sensation. His skillful fingers caressed my cl!tor!s, sending waves of pleasure through me. I could feel the heat building up within me, my body responding eagerly."Ahhhh, babe~~" Zack's touch caused me to tremble with pleasure. He continued to touch