Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
It was all Monique could do not to explode.
Fuck all of them!
Helios' words were a complete lie, and everyone knew it.
Her venomous gaze shot to Hallie. This isn’t over, bitch.
While Hallie pretended not to notice the bitter rage that had distorted the other woman’s features, she was unable to keep her gaze from accidentally clashing with Andreus', and what she saw in his eyes had her throat tightening yet again.
Don't do this.
In all the years she and Andreus had known each other, he had always been exceptionally good at messing things up between them. All of it had been a misguided attempt to keep Hallie away for her own good...and his marriage to Monique was no different.
I'm on to you, my love.
Hallie saw Andreus jerk slightly in his seat, and she knew right away that he had finally remembered how in all those times he had pushed her away, she had always managed to find her way back into his arms.
Don't do this.
Her blood went cold at how his midnight-black eyes remained utterly dead.
I don't get it, God.
Why was Andreus still so determined to push her away? Shouldn't he be happy she had figured everything out on her own? The truth was supposed to set both of them free, so why, God, why?
Why?
It was a question that kept her up all night, and just when she began to despair of ever finding out the answer, she woke up to Andreus using his executive right to call for an emergency board meeting.
"I'd like to ask the board to recast their votes—-"
"On what grounds?" Yuri asked.
"The possibility that a second video concerning my past may be released at any time, and it's something that..."
Andreus was visibly struggling to speak, and it hurt so, so much to see his vulnerability exposed like an open wound.
Please, please stop hurting, please.
It was all Hallie could do not to run to him and beg.
"In that video..." Andreus' tone was as dead as his eyes. "A girl..."
Andreus, please.
"I might as well have been the one to rape her."
Chapter Eight
"There's a good boy," Faustus groaned in a slurred voice. "Drink it all up, yes, yes, yes..."
Tears tracked down Andreus' cheeks before once again mixing with the disgusting taste of his uncle's cum as the older man ejaculated in his mouth.
When it was all over, Andreus struggled to get to his feet as his stomach began to react violently in familiar fashion. He would always throw up after giving his uncle a blow job, crashing to his knees as soon as he reached the en-suite in his bedroom.
But this time, he was unable to do so, and Andreus, his mind warped by the drugs that Faustus religiously supplied him with, could only stare in dumb confusion when the knob under his fingers refused to turn.
STOP, PLEASE, STOP!
Andreus' fingers jerked off the knob like it had singed his flesh. Who the fuck was that?
NO, OH GOD, PLEASE, NOOOOOO!
A girl...crying for help.
A girl...in his bedroom.
A girl...being raped.
Andreus staggered back in shock, and the sound of his uncle's laughter had him clumsily spinning around.
"W-What's happening?"
"What do you think?" Faustus was lazily rubbing his semi-erect cock as he answered his nephew.
"S-She...s-she..."
Andreus turned around, but with the drugs affecting his reflexes, he was only able to take a step before his uncle had grabbed his hair and forced him back on his knees.
"Not so fast..."
Andreus, upon finding himself straight into his uncle's cock, was no longer able to control himself.
"Fuck!"
Faustus recoiled upon seeing Andreus' vomit splatter on his cock, and his violent instincts took over, with the older man kicking the boy in the face.
Andreus tasted blood in his mouth, but he wasn't sure what part of him was bleeding, and his flagging strength had him unable to put up a struggle as Faustus turned dragged him to the couch and had him sticking up his ass.
"Shut the fuck up if you don't want me cutting off your supply!"
The threat used to fill him with terror, but this time, it was different.
The icy layer of terror swathing his skin was familiar, but it had nothing to do with Faustus withholding the drugs he so craved.
PLEASE, PLEASE, STOP.
This terror...it was a thousand times worse.
Because Andreus knew this time, there was no going back.
If he didn't do something soon, he would lose his soul forever.
SOMEBODY, PLEASE, HELP ME, PLEASE.
MONIQUE COULDN'T HELP feeling something was so terribly wrong following her father's phone call. He had never spoken so tersely to her before, and Monique's misgivings grew when she saw Andreus already in her father's office.
She nervously pasted a smile on her lips, but before she could even kiss her father in greeting, the older man had already impatiently ordered her to take a seat.
"The board meeting this morning—-"
Monique jerked in her seat at her father's words. "What board meeting?" Monique might no longer be her father's official representative, but she had long obtained a copy of the board's calendar for the year. There wasn't supposed to be a meeting today, unless...