Semua Bab Wild Epic Desires: Bab 251 - Bab 260

Satisfied, Rothchild turned towards the door. "Good, I'm glad we have a definite agreement." His lips curved into a cruel smile. "Oh and Donald? Make sure Amelia is well tamed for. I expect her to be an obedient little wife from the very start."With that parting remark, laced with dark implications, Rothchild swept from the room - leaving Donald to the agonizing task of informing his beloved daughter of her horrific fate.************Amelia hummed softly to herself as she made her way home from the local high school where she taught literature. Her worn but cherished satchel was slung over one shoulder, stuffed with papers to grade and secure in the familiar weight of it against her side.As she approached a crosswalk, something small and furry caught her eye - a puppy, no bigger than her palm was cowering in the middle of the road. Amelia gasped and looked around frantically for the owner before realizing the poor thing was all alone and in danger of being struck."Oh no, you poor

Sonia released a guttural sob, burying her face in her hands. But Amelia found herself shaking her head in vehement denial. "That's insane! Richard is not good for me, I've heard the rumors about his bad ways of life, while flirting around with girls in school," she protested. "And just today I had a horrible encounter with that brat Richard when I was coming home..."She recounted the tense interaction on the road, the arrogant entitlement and blatant threats laced in Richard's words. Amelia's hands clenched into white-knuckled fists as her voice rose in outrage and indignation."You cannot actually expect me to marry into that viper's nest of depraved cruelty! A loveless marriage to a man I've never met on a date before?" Her eyes flashed with defiant fire. "I won't do it, I refuse!"Donald surged to his feet, face mottled with a combination of anguish and frustration. "I don't have a choice, Amelia! Don't you understand what's at stake here?"He raked a hand through his disheveled

Amelia stood rigid before the floor-length mirror, numb disbelief carving hollows beneath her eyes. The white satin gown she wore was like a funereal shroud, the veil a barbed veil obscuring her rapidly crumbling future."It's time."Her mother's tremulous voice barely penetrated the mental fog enveloping Amelia. This was really happening so very fast. They were sacrificing her life, her freedom, at the blood-stained altar of the Rothchild family's avarice.The Well decorated gigantic mansion of Rothchild ballroom was an opulent vision of vaulted ceilings and crystal chandeliers. But its beauty was tainted, perverted, as Amelia was led down the aisle in a procession of condemned souls.Richard waited before the ostentatious archway, resplendent in his tailored tuxedo. But his eyes were those of an apex predator assessing its latest kill as Amelia approached.On either side of the aisle, Jasmine and Bianca Richard's first cousin and sister looked on with undisguised scorn and contempt.

Richard undressed methodically, his gaze burning into Amelia with undisguised hunger as she cowered on the bed. With each piece of clothing shed, the atmosphere thickened with dread and obligation.Finally bare before her, Richard stalked towards the bed, eyes glinting with primal possession. Amelia shrank back, trapped against the pillows as he loomed over her. No words were exchanged - none were needed. His hands roamed her body as if laying claim, and she squeezed her eyes shut, desperate to distance herself from the violation to come.What followed was an anguish of flesh and surrender. Richard took her cruelly, rutting into her with animalistic fervor as Amelia's cries of anguish transmuted to hoarse sobs muffled against the bedsheets. She retreated into herself, a prisoner within her own mind as he enjoyed the spoils of his conquest.Afterwards, Richard rolled onto his back, chest heaving. He eyed the shuddering, brutalized form of his new wife with an emotion akin to dark satisf

Amelia's eyes widened in disbelief. "B-But that's servant work, sir! Surely there are maids more suited to-""Silence!" Rothchild's roar made her flinch. "You'll do as I command without argument, or would you prefer an evening's penance in the stables to remind you of your place?"Fighting against tears of humiliation, Amelia could only stoop and retrieve the coarse apron before scurrying from the room, Rothchild's mocking laughter ringing in her ears.The hours that followed were some of the most degrading of Amelia's life as she scrubbed and scoured on blistered hands and knees. By the time Eleanor arrived to "inspect" her progress, she was disheveled and filthy to the roots of her hair from the toil."Well, isn't this a sight of inspiration," the matriarch sneered, surveying Amelia's handiwork with a critical eye. "I had my doubts, but it seems some base menial labor may be the only honest work you're suited for after all."Rage, bitter and caustic, finally bubbled up from that dar