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I leaned closer, my heart in my throat as I overheard my mom telling him about me. "...she’s usually such a sweet, compliant girl, Marcus," my mother was saying, her tone a mix of affection and mild irritation. "She’s just been so stressed with the final wedding preparations. Julian can be quite demanding, you know how these corporate families are. But I'm so glad she's finally home. I want the two of you to become close. She needs a strong male figure in her life, and you are exactly the kind of man she can look up to." I squeezed my eyes shut, a bitter, hysterical laugh bubbling in my throat. *Look up to.* If only my mother knew exactly how I had looked up to him last night—flat on my back

Mom was sticking her head out of the window, shouting at someone below. At 1:08 pm, she went down the stairs and walked out onto the field. She grabbed my arm, yanking my body upward. It flopped right back down. Then she turned around and walked off. A haunting silence filled the security room. Mom stared at the footage of her walking away, her lips shaking. "Keep playing the footage," Dad said.

"You're nothing but a parasite that fed off this family and then turned around and poisoned it!" The guests, who had been simmering with outrage moments earlier, began to waver and murmur among themselves once more. Dad raised a hand and signaled for the guards to let Mom go. "Faked? Then what about this?" The screen lit up again. This time it was Mom, sitting in a home office, patiently coaching a much younger version of me on how to lie over the phone and how to squeeze out tears on command so Dad would send money. In the video, my small hands fumbled with the phone while I looked up at her, confused and scared.

“Well, you played your part well too. Evil boyfriend pounding down the hallway looking for his drugged girlfriend. He believed every second of it.” Kai’s eyes darkened, lingering on me longer than they should have. “And what did he do? Fuck you?” “No.” I licked my lips, smiling at the shock on his face. “He stopped. Can you believe it? Big bad Dominic King, the CEO who screws his way through half the city, couldn’t even put his cock in me. He fingered me until I came so hard I nearly cried. He had me writhing, begging and dripping all over his hand but then after that he just stopped, tucking me into bed like some precious little doll."

He forced her legs to wrap around his waist, positioning her at the very edge of the mahogany desk. "Xavier... don't... this is wrong, I'm your mother now..." Elara whimpered, her head falling back, exposing her slender neck and the black choker that now felt like a noose. "Your mistake was coming back within my reach," Xavier countered. His long fingers began to navigate the most sensitive points of Elara’s body. He knew exactly where to press. He knew precisely how to make her tremble with a single touch. As his fingers found the center of her desire, already damp with heat, a stifled cry escaped her lips.

She's just getting her revenge on us! Dad grabbed Mom by her collar. "Is she telling the truth?" Mom began crying like clockwork again. "Who do you trust more? Me? Or her? I've been with you for 20 years! She's nothing but a pathological liar!" She dug her nails into Dad's arms, and she was visibly upset and aggrieved. "She was the one living a promiscuous life, not me! She was the one sleeping around like it didn't matter at her young age!

Natalia POV I was so afraid and turned on at that moment, I didn't know whether my mom was still there or not but we didn't hear her voice after her last question. Fuck! what would I do if she figured out what we were doing? I prayed that she wouldn't "Ahhh..." I couldn't help but scream out. My mom's arrival has brought me out of my subspace making me realize that I'm so tired, these two have drained me to the last. Although I'm still so aroused it doesn't hide the fact that I have been fucked dry. And the frustrating and pleasurable thing that they had suddenly increased their pace and were about to send me back to my start of only pleasure. Fuck!.

“Mama told me.” That was true. That night, Mama told me a story instead of training. She sat on the edge of my bed, her voice soft, her hair loose around her shoulders. “Once there was a river,” she said. “It wanted to be everywhere at once, It pushed and broke its banks and flooded the land.” “What happened?” I asked. “The land didn’t fight it,” she said. “It shaped paths. Let the water move without destroying everything.” “So the river stopped?” I asked.

I'm sick of this marriage, I thought that I can't do it, act like it all okay, try to love him but it's hard. "You are talking nonsense, Javier is perfect and you are going to learn how to love him, stop playing around with his brother." My mum said firmly. "Perfect?" I don't know why I'm getting emotional over nothing. "Mum, h- he raped me," I whispered letting the tears have been holding back, fall on my cheeks. My mum looked at me for a while with no words. "There must be a reason for that action." I stood there shocked at my mum's statement, mostly heartbroken

", but leaves it at that. "As I said, we don't have to talk about that." "Unlike my father I don't shy away from a topic just because it makes me uncomfortable. And I don't have anything to hide." Acknowledging that with a nod, my mother doesn't hesitate long to put that claim to the test. "So is it true that you and Bella have welcomed Jazz back, and not just as a friend who stays over on the couch until he finds a new place?" "You mean if we've had sex again? Yes."