Chapter 144
redreth’s point of view( Julie’s mother)
I couldn’t stand to hear any more. Did we sell that brat to see hell, only for her to beco the lady of the manor? I felt a bitterness worse than any liquor. I said in a final tone: "I’m going to my room now... I don’t want you disturbing ."
He stood up and walked toward , trying to calm down: "redith, calm down... I’ll co with you..."
I cut him off with a scream that shook the hallway: "I said I don’t want to be disturbed!"
I rushed to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass, entered my room, and locked the door. I threw myself onto the cold floor and poured the first glass. I never imagined I’d fail to make that slut suffer.
I hated her because she was the daughter of that snake who stole my life.
I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes, only for mories of Violet to assault . She was always our father’s favorite since we were young.
Even though we looked so much alike that if it weren’t for that small "mole" on her neck, no one could tell us apart, the distinction was in their hearts.
My parents loved her; she was brilliant, studied hard, and got top grades, while I was the faded version... the stupid one who struggled to understand and learn, making the gap between us widen every day.
On high school graduation day, I barely scraped by, while she was top of the class. Even the most popular boys chased her, while I was the girl everyone bullied.
I hated her beyond description, especially when she went to the graduation party with Drake; she knew how much I liked him, yet she accepted his invitation imdiately without a thought for my feelings.
After graduation, my father fell ill, and the expenses beca exorbitant. I was forced to drop out of school, while she enjoyed a scholarship at a prestigious university only geniuses attend. I was forced to work as a waitress at just eighteen.
There, I t Stuart; he wasn’t bankrupt then; he owned a real estate office. Two months later, he proposed.
On my last day at the restaurant, I went to the manager’s office to ask for my pay and tell him I was getting married and quitting. But he forced to work late, and since it was my last day, I accepted. When the work ended and the custors left, I headed to his office.
He was sitting on the leather sofa, wearing a black suit, smoking his cigarette with chilling coldness. He pushed his long hair back with his fingers and looked at with his sharp black eyes: "You want your pay, don’t you?"
I nodded nervously: "Yes."
He gestured to the spot beside him: "Co here... beside ."
My body stiffened, and I felt a tremor in my legs: "It’s late... just give my pay, sir, and I’ll go."
He said in a smooth, terrifying tone: "Co, redith... don’t be afraid."
I approached fearfully and sat on the edge of the sofa. I said again: "Please, sir, give my pay so I can leave."
He didn’t answer; instead, his eyes traveled over my thighs with a look that made my skin crawl.
I tried in vain to pull my short skirt down, but it wouldn’t budge. Suddenly, he placed his massive hand on my thigh and whispered in a voice that made my heart drop to my feet: "Since the first day you ca here... I’ve wanted you, redith."
My entire body locked up, and I felt the coldness of death in my veins. I jumped up quickly, terror gnawing at my heart, and scread in a wavering voice: "What are you doing, you bastard?"
I ran toward the door with all my might, but he was faster; he blocked my path with his massive shadow.
I heard the click of the key as he turned it coldly, then shoved it into his pocket while eyeing with a hungry gaze. I backed away, trembling, and whispered in terror: "Let go... please."
He smiled provocatively, a demonic glint in his black eyes: "Not until I’m finished, redith."
I cried, tears streaming from my eyes: "What do you want to do? Let go!"
He said, stepping toward slowly: "Don’t be afraid of , beautiful... I promise you’ll love what I’m going to do to you."
Before I could scream again, he wrapped his powerful arms around my waist and lifted off the floor as if I were a feather.
I thrashed in his arms, kicked him, and struck his hard chest, but he carried toward the leather sofa and threw onto it. I scread at the top of my lungs: "Help! Help ! Soone help !"
He pinned down with his heavy body and whispered near my ear: "Save your pretty voice and don’t tire yourself... no one will hear you here."
His rough hand reached out to squeeze my breast with a force that made moan in pain.
I tried to push his hand away, but he grunted in annoyance and tore my shirt open in one violent motion, then ripped off my bra, leaving my charms completely exposed to his disgusting gaze.
He pinned both my hands above my head with just one of his, while his other hand began to stroke my nipples harshly, then pressed his lips against mine violently.
I felt the invasion of his tobacco scent, so I gathered all my strength and bit his lower lip until blood ran from it.
He backed away, wiping the blood from his mouth, then raised his hand and struck with a ringing slap across my face that made my vision go dark: "You whore!"
He didn’t give a chance to recover; he took my torn shirt and tied my hands tightly behind my back, then stripped off my skirt and my underwear with sharp movents.
I sobbed bitterly and said pleadingly: "Let go... please."
He didn’t care; he pulled my hips toward him and began to lick my cunt. I felt shattered and torn with every touch; pain and disgust were devouring my soul.
He would slap every ti I tried to shrink away, commanding in an authoritative tone: "Moan! Make feel like you’re enjoying it!"
He stripped off his trousers and shoved his dick violently inside my cunt. I let out a muffled scream, feeling a sharp tearing as he passed inside .
He wasn’t satisfied with that; he pulled it out and shoved it into my mouth while pulling my hair back with a force that made my scalp burn. He said mockingly: "Do you like the taste, my beautiful whore?"
His dick was choking , shoving it so deep I felt I would vomit, and I had nothing but the tears wetting my face while my hands were tied. After this agony, he pulled his dick from my mouth. I thought the hell had ended, but he flipped over harshly onto my stomach.
He shoved his dick into my ass suddenly; I let out a loud scream that shook the room. He was thrusting it in with successive, rapid violence. I felt as if I were being split in two.
He was slapping my ass hard and digging his nails into my skin, while he inserted his fingers into my cunt and began to Thrusting them inside , making the pain double between my two openings.
He pulled his dick from my ass and returned it violently into my cunt, to pour all his milk inside . Then he left , my strength depleted, my body and soul broken on that cursed sofa, like a lifeless corpse with nothing left but moans.
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