Jade’s POV
“Stand and watch Jade; don’t move an inch." Stormy whispered in my ears, sending a shiver down my spine before walking up to the girl in front of him. This wasn’t the first time he was doing this.
My stepbrother made me watch him make out with every girl he brought home. That’s my punishment for being his stepsister, he always says. He nudged his head, kissing the base of her neck as he kept stealing glances at me.
He trailed kisses down her neck, his fingers slightly caressing her breast. "Ahhh,” the girl moaned softly as he dipped his finger in her pants. I swallowed hard as I watched them, knowing fully well it was turning me on.
I was just 19 and had never experienced whatever I was seeing in front of me, but I felt every single thing Stormy was doing to her. And with a swift movement, he stripped her naked, placing her on the bed before sliding his manhood in her.
He drove in and out of her, making her scream out in estacy. I shut my eyes, facing downwards, as I couldn’t take it anymore, but Stormy was quick to notice. “Hey bi*ch, raise up your fucking head,” he said with a grin playing on his lips.
They continued for hours while I stood there exhausted. And after what felt like an eternity they both climaxed and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Seeing that they were fast asleep, I sneaked out of his room back to mine.
I fell on the bed, my legs aching badly, and drifted off to sleep.
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“Yes, daddy, fuck me harder.”
“Oh yessss…. Oh yesss, Stormy.”
I shut my eyes tightly, trying to block the taunting memories of last night in my head. "Ahhh,” I groaned as I stood up from my bed. I had to wake up before my stepfather and stepbrother.
For two days, I hadn't slept well, all thanks to Stormy, who made me stay awake just to watch him and his whore again. I had a lot of work to do. I started washing dishes, then cleaned the house.
My body ached, and my head spun. I felt tired, but I couldn't stop. After an hour, I knew I needed a break, so I sat on the floor in the living room corner. I wasn’t allowed on the couch anyway.
This house and everything in it belonged to my late mother, but I was still treated like trash. I rested my head on my knees, feeling unhappy and exhausted. As I sat on the floor, exhaustion took over. I didn't even notice when I fell asleep.
But my rest was short-lived when I suddenly felt my hair being dragged, making me stand up to my feet. Looking up, my eyes met Stepbrother's, his eyes full of rage.
He dragged me through the living room till we got outside, giving me no space to steady my feet. “You’re hurting me, Stormy." I cried, but he didn’t bulge, and before I knew what was happening, he pushed me into the pool while still holding my hair.
I could feel him press me with force while I struggled to breathe. "Look at your face, Jade!" Stormy said, laughing.
"It's priceless!" I kicked and struggled to stay afloat, but the pool water kept entering into my mouth, nostrils, and ears. I lost count of how many times I swallowed it. My body felt heavy, and my lungs burnt.
"Hel...help...please..." I managed to choke out, my voice barely audible. "What did you say, Jade? Stormy asked, feigning ignorance. I saw blurry dots, my vision fading. My body and mind were exhausted. I couldn't fight anymore.
And just when I thought I'd sink, he brought my face out of the water. I coughed and opened my eyes. Confusion surrounded me. "Am I in heaven?" I asked, hopeful.
Stormy burst into laughter. "No, you’re still in hell, Jade. You’re still useful to me, so you should be grateful you’re not dead," Stormy sneered.
"I wish I was." I muttered under my breath. "What was that?" Stormy’s eyes narrowed.
"Nothing," I replied, tears streaming down my face. Stormy’s face twisted in anger immediately. He grasped my cheeks, squeezing painfully. "You're hurting me," I pleaded, struggling to break free.
But his grip tightened. “Who asked you to leave without my permission last night?” He asked. I winced, pain shooting through my face. “I’m sorry it won’t happen again; just let go of me,” I begged with teary eyes.
"What happened here stays secret," Stormy threatened. "If you tell Dad, I'll make sure you suffer a slow, painful death while I watch. And no one will remember you. Understand?"
I struggled, still trying to break free from his grip. “Am I clear?!" he yelled. "Yeah, I won't tell," I stammered. And just immediately his phone rang, and then he picked it up. From the way his facial expression changed, the issue looked serious.
“Just give us one week,” Stormy pleaded, but it seems the person on the other end wasn’t having it. “I’m giving you 24 hours,” the voice said, and before Stormy could say anything, the person hung up.
“Fuck!” Stormy yelled, looking frustrated, as he smashed his phone on the floor before aggressively running his hand through his hair. He turned to look at me, his jaw clenched, before he released his grip on my hair.
As I slowly helped myself out of the pool, I heard my stepfather call me, "Jade!!"
"I'm coming, sir!" I shouted, trying to get up from the ground. I rushed back into the house, cleaning my tears and composing myself. "Where were you and why are you all wet?" My stepfather asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
"I was cleaning the pool area, and then I mistakenly fell into the pool, sir," I stuttered. My stepfather's gaze lingered, but he said nothing.
"Get my outfit ready, and after that, make breakfast. I’ll be going to work early today.” He ordered.
"Yes, sir," I responded. "And be fast about it!" He yelled. He was my stepfather but never allowed me to call him dad again. He always treated me nice but completely changed after I lost my mom.
He turned into a complete monster, like a father like a son, they say. I hurried to his wardrobe, picking out his outfit for the day as I shivered in my wet clothes. As I worked, my mind wandered to the pool incident.
Stormy’s threat echoed in my mind: "No one will miss you; no one will remember you." I shivered as tears welled up in my eyes. Will no one truly remember me?
After I was done with his outfit, I went downstairs to prepare his coffee and scrambled eggs. I went back up to serve him in his room, where I met Stormy and his dad arguing, and the moment they saw me, they went mute.
Stormy sighed and left the room, still frustrated. I wondered what was actually going on but couldn’t dare to ask. I offered him his meal while I stood and watched him eat; that was the rule.
"Are you trying to kill me?" My stepfather suddenly yelled, his face red with anger as he threw the tray on the floor, the coffee splashing everywhere.
"I don't understand... is something wrong, sir?" I asked, confused. “Why did you make the coffee so hot?” He demanded.
"No, I didn't. It wasn’t intentional, sir,” I explained. Before I could say more, he slapped me hard across the face. I stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.
"When I talk to you, keep quiet and accept your mistake, you worthless piece of shit!" He bellowed. "Sir, please, It wasn’t intentional. Please spare me," I begged.
"So, you're calling me a liar?" He snapped. "No, sir...please!" I pleaded. But he didn't listen. He rolled up his sleeves, pulled out his belt, and began hitting me repeatedly.
I cried out in pain, pleading for mercy. But I knew he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied. I fell to the ground, helpless. The belt kept coming down; each hit burnt my skin.
“You’re worthless to me anyway; you’d be better off a sex slave to someone else. I could definitely use you to get what I want,” he said. And in that moment I felt my heart stop beating.
Jade’s POVSex slave? No, no, this can’t be happening right now. “Please, father, I’ll do anything you want right now! I don’t want to be a sex slave to anyone, please!” I begged, my voice trembling with desperation. “Don’t call me that; I’m not your father!” He yelled. Tears streamed down my cheeks, each drop a testament to my fear and hopelessness. I could feel the weight of his anger pressing down on me, suffocating my spirit. “I’ll be good, I promise! Just don’t do this to me!” I clutched my arms around myself, trying to shield my body from the pain and from the reality of my situation. I knew I had to find a way to reach him, to make him see me as more than just a source of his frustration. “Go and get yourself cleaned up; you’d be leaving today, and I don’t want you looking like a mess.” Hearing that I knew it was all planned that’s why Stormy and my stepdad looked frustrated. “And don’t even try to escape!” That was the last thing I heard my stepfather say before he walked
Jade’s POVMy heart was beating so fast that it felt like it would come out of my chest. He looked at me, which made me feel uncomfortable under his prying eyes. He licked his lips before stepping closer, making me step back until there was no more space left. “You now belong to me, darling; you don’t have to be scared around me anymore.” I sobbed, knowing that there was no way out of this place.“Stop crying, baby girl,” he said in a low voice, making me stop. And in that moment I knew I had to carry out the plan if I wanted to stay alive and take revenge on Stormy and my stepdad. “Take her to the car,” Eduardo ordered. One of his men pulled me outside where the car was. “Let me go!” I screamed out of frustration and thrashed around, but his grip was tight.He pushed me inside the car and then zoomed off. One thing I knew was that I was going to escape no matter what, and when I do, I’m not going to spare Stormy and his father. The car finally came to a halt in front of a mansion.
Jade’s POV Everything happened so fast. I didn’t mean to shoot him, but I had already pulled the trigger, and his right hand was still on mine when he tried to hit me. Eduardo had mistakenly shot himself! No..no..no I stepped back as I watched Eduardo fall to the ground, clutching his stomach covered in blood. The gun was a silent pistol, and clearly no one in the villa heard the shot; if not, his guards would have rushed in here. I dropped the gun, searching for my dress. I slipped it on before moving towards Eduardo, who had already passed out. “Please wake up,” I shook him slightly, even when I knew what it was. The only solution now was to escape. Without thinking twice, I ran out of the room with my dress, which was stained with Eduardo’s blood after I touched him. The villa was eerily empty and quite without any single guards in sight. Panic surged through me as I thought of my friend Eloise; this was our chance to escape. As I hurried towards the room where we had been kep
Jackson’s POV ~A job not so well done.~ “I can’t believe he is dead!” Lorenzo whispered inaudibly, his face crinkled with concern and fear. Meanwhile, my gaze remained on the person who truly mattered.The petite woman standing before me, her bloody dress awkwardly hidden by my T-shirt. Jade was her name, and she was the angel sent from above to help get the job done.I wouldn't have imagined it would be so easy to get rid of him. I mean my father; my men didn't even need to rush in and kill him off as planned. All it took was one beautiful lady who looked innocent and inexperienced to get the job done.I had always thought of women as weak, fragile, and defenceless, just like my mother; maybe the only weapon they had was their mouth and vagina, but Jade was different.She was a mystery that I was willing to unravel soon enough. I could feel in my bones that she was going to be of great use to me and my operation; there was no way in hell I would let her out of my sight; she was ind
Jade’s POV~Beautiful disaster.~“Let me go!” I yelled as the guards threw me into the quietly dark room.“Be quiet or I will kill you,” one of the men said. He had a big scar across his face that scared me early. He spat at me before leaving me alone in this cold room.They all think I killed Eduardo, and I wouldn't blame them; I was their prime suspect. I was the girl wearing a dress stained with his blood. I leaned against the wall in agitation as I began to reminisce on what had happened at Eduardo's. Even though it happened so fast, the sound of the gunshot still echoed in my head like a megaphone, reminding me of the dreadful mistake I had made. I only wanted to push him away. Just create space so he could be away from me, so he wouldn't move any closer or get in between my pants. But then the site I made was reaching out for the gun, holding it. Damn, my fingerprint was on it. And the gun just went off. One moment it was in my possession, my finger scratching the trigger, re
Jackson’s POV~Is the game still on?~Eduardo is alive. Lorenzo’s words echoed in my head continuously like a broken record. How could he survive such a close-range shot? He was always so lucky; maybe the bad ones never die, and my tormentor, the man I had prayed to be six feet under the ground, would still walk the face of the earth after all the horrible things he had done.I felt a surge of anger simmering underneath my skin, making me furious and restless. I slammed my fist against the wall with a loud thud that made a loud smack that echoed in the room.How dare he? After all the horrible things he had done to me, how dare he survive? He deserved to be dead; no, he deserved to be tortured, starved for days, and beaten to death! He deserved all that and more. I paced the room, feeling the weight of worry descend on my shoulders. Thousands of thoughts flew through my head, and I began to think of my next plan. I need to make sure I eliminate him for good. I peeled the pajamas of
Jade’s POV~I was done for.~“It's such a beautiful dress,” I muttered under my breath, standing in front of a full-sized mirror. Admiring the way the dress hugged my curves. Accentuating my broad hips and slim waist.The blush pink gown felt like it was made for me the moment I slipped it on. Even though I looked like an outdated Disney princess who had lost her prince charming on her way to Doomdooma. I was still grateful for a change of clothing. It was better than the bloodstained dress. My finger smoothed the delicate net fabric; it swirled around my legs. The softness of the texture almost mocked the uneasiness that grew in me.Did I deserve this?I could feel the imposter syndrome creeping in. like when I was offered a cup of coffee at the cafe. I almost felt like it was a mistake and he mistook me for another person. Of course, I didn’t choose to be given this gown. It was given to me out of Jackson's free will. It was laid on the bed as if it were some kind of peace offerin
Jackson’s POV~A new chance~Even if he manages to survive the coma. He will never be able to walk or speak again. The doctor's words echoed in my head as I made my way to the ward Eduardo was in.The white lights buzzed faintly, casting an eerie glow over the hall. I was excited about this news. Eduardo would live, but the life he’d have now wouldn't be much; it wouldn't be the same.He won't be able to harm anyone else, and I would finally be the leader of the Mafia, the don. This thought felt so heavy in my chest as I finally stepped into the ward where Lorenzo was waiting, still holding onto Eduardo's hand like a retard.When I locked the door softly behind me, Lorenzo looked up at me from where he was sitting at Eduardo's side. His eyes were red and swollen; I could tell he had been crying ever since. His eyes searched mine for answers. What a pathetic loser! Wasn't he tired of doing Eduardo's dirty job? I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, preparing myself for what I was ab
Lorenzo’s POVWhat was she doing here? For the first time in years of knowing Eloise but seeing her standing close to Jackson with a smile creeping behind her lips, I knew she was up to something sketchy and she was hiding something from me.I never doubted Eloise. Even when she gave me so many reasons to. Ever since I laid my eyes on her, she had always been speaking about Eduardo; then when Jackson became Don, he became her new topic.Saying she needed information on him so she could be free. I wanted her to be free, and we both desired the same outcome: the downfall of Jackson. But could she be lying? Was this all just a facade to make me believe that her obsession with Jackson was based on what she wanted from me, or was this truly the intent of the desires that were buried deep in her heart?So many times I’ve caught her lurking around, watching and saying more than she needed to the other maidens. But I kept quiet because she played her games by herself, and I didn't want to se
Jade’s POVI was awake, but my eyes were shut. I had managed to make myself numb and asleep, but then the pain was so much to bear. It was dull, but it ached all over my arms and legs. I was feeling so weak; my head felt like lead, and it was as though I was carrying a lot of baggage in it. It also pounded so hard, making my throat dry and sore.I blinked twice, my vision almost blurry, hard for me to see a thing, just the same dimly lit too, but something was weird. I wasn't sitting; I was lying on something soft. It felt like I was on a hospital bed or a slab used to butcher meat. Were they trying to murder me and send my remains to the Godfather?Is it a crime that I followed every command he gave me? But no matter what happened, I wouldn't stop fighting and trying to be free. The last thing I remembered was the piercing and burning pain I felt when Lexi injected me with that vial. The pain I felt was unexplainable; she was right when she said it felt like being in hell. It was
Jackson’s POVEvery morning is a fresh beginning, a new start for something good, or so I thought. But the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the sound of my duvet shifting off my body slowly, almost like an invisible force was in my room.I blinked twice as the morning light penetrated through the curtains into my eyes. My body was still sluggish from sleep, and my vision was blurry, yet I was aware of a presence in my room.It was that of a female from the soft footsteps, feminine scent and the sound of the vacuum cleaner. I knew I was being watched too.That was strange. I rubbed my eyes with my hands and turned my head to see a strange woman—a maiden, dressed in a white garment, the one the maidens wore.But hers was too revealing, like she had purposefully made it short. It also showed a great deal of cleavage. I watched her carefully as she pretended to focus on the cleaning. No, her attention was locked on me; no, it wasn’t me; it was my hard-on beneath the duvet.
Lorenzo’s POVFuck me, daddy!Eloise had said the night before, as she rode me slowly, her hips moving, she was so damn wet and delicious down there I could stay there all day.Suddenly, I opened my eyes. My chest was heavy, and I looked underneath to see Eloise lying on top of me. She was the sweetest girl I've ever been with. For a moment I saw myself changing and trying to be a better person because of her. Yet I compromise and do things to please her. I guess that's what people in love do.I want her to be in my arms forever. I wanted to savour every second of these moments, but then I realised she was still a maiden, a slave to Jackson, and this moment wouldn't last.I sat upright, wiping the beads of sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand, and then I turned my head to see her still lying there, looking like a damsel in distress. I had pounded the living daylights out of her last night, which led to her exhaustion. Her hair spread across the pillow, her lips parted sligh
Jackson’s POVNow that Lexi is gone, I can think clearly. I stood on the balcony, watching the trees sway left and right in the rough wind, but I couldn't find peace knowing that Jade was gone.I had failed her once again; I knew that. Being with me had caused her nothing but pain and torment to her soul. From one attack to the other just because she loved me.I paced around the dimly lit house, my heart heavy with worry. I wondered how she was doing out there alone all by herself with no one to protect her from the evils of the night.Was she even alive by now? I had no information and hadn’t heard the news about her. For all I know, whoever was trying to get to me got to her instead.She had been taken by someone who wanted to hurt me. The trails I tried to follow all led to dead ends, and it was eating me alive. Whoever did this wanted me to suffer, and it was working.Scar coughed out loud to get my attention. I turn to see him leaning against a rusted table, his arms crossed over
Lorenzo’s POVI watched from the window below Lexi walking towards her black Lexus. She looked nervous and hurt. What was she doing here by this time of the night, it was almost midnight. What Exactly did she do here to do, I knew she loved Jackson but then I couldn't risk her blowing our cover. No, she knew better than to do that.She wouldn’t dare. She despised Jade intensely and would do anything to remove any obstacle preventing her from having Jackson all to herself.Still, I didn't trust her at all. I couldn't predict her sometimes, she is a rich spoilt brat who was only after things that benefitted her. A slow smile played on my lips as I saw her driving away. She didn't look like she came here to betray me; she might just be trying to insert herself since Jade was nowhere to be found. She had her motives and knew better than to expose me; she understood so much was at stake. That was why I ensured she acted like the boss. I had spent so many years planning this kidnapping o
Lexi’s POVI swallow hard as I stare at the empty syringe in between my fingers and then at Jade's limp body. She must be in so much pain.Her head slumped forward, and her brown hair fell over her face, her breathing almost unheard. No, she wasn't dead, at least not yet, but sooner or later I will surely make her disappear.“You know, you didn't have to put yourself through this just to defend a man who doesn't care about you, sweetheart,” I muttered under my breath, tucking a strand of hair from her pale face. “If you can hear me, next time just cooperate.” The basement was as dim as always, casting bizarre shadows across the damp walls. I shouldn't be in there. I should be having dinner in my mansion, drinking a glass of tequila, and eating roasted chicken. I should be with the love of my life, Jackson. But here I am, in this smelly room that reeks of blood and urine. I know I need to make this sacrifice for Jackson. After all, I’ve done worse things in the past. Two of my men,
Jade’s POV“Let me go!” I managed to say it, but the words barely escaped my lips. I didn't know how long I had been down here, but it seemed like decades.My cheek still throbbed with a fiery sting, a painful reminder of the punch I had received from those rascals. My nose was probably broken by now.They kept asking me to tell them things about Jackson, but I knew nothing. Even if I knew anything, I wouldn't betray Jackson; he has done nothing but be good to me.I ignored the gnawing hunger in my stomach; all I could think of was a way to escape this place. My wrists ached from the tightness of the drops and the way they dug into my delicate skin.And my head pounded from whatever they had used to knock me out earlier at the ballroom. The damp basement smelled of decay and rust, it was pitch black now, and the only light came from the tiny opening of the door. Shadows danced along the walls, indicating that I wasn't alone. These men weren't finished with me. This strange woman, who
Jackson’s POVJade was missing; they had taken her, and it was too late for me—I couldn’t save her. I had spent almost an hour searching every nook and cranny of the room, but there was no sight of her.I decided to step out of the ballroom, thinking that whoever took her must have transported her to another location for reasons only known to them.But the moment I walked out, I knew something was wrong. It was unusually quiet, and I could still hear the faint music from inside the ballroom, accompanied by rich laughter echoing off the walls. But none of it mattered to me. I needed to find Jade, and I won't rest until I do. Since Jade disappeared, it felt like a piece of me had left too. She was my better half, and now I know that I was foolish to let her out of my sight, especially after losing her. As I passed a certain route, people tried to stop me, shake hands with me.And I exchanged fake pleasantries pretending like they cared about anything that happened in my life when I wa