"How did you get in without knocking?" Uncle Luke got up, irritated. "Nera, talk to me!" Frank ignored him. "Are you carrying my baby?" He was at the door and about to knock when he heard the word "abortion."Nera looked away, irritated."Nera, you cannot abort my child! You cannot punish the unborn child for my mistakes," he began pleading with her."It's not your baby," Nera replied without thinking. She wanted him out of the house. He had no right to listen in on a private conversation.She walked up to him and folded her arms."You were not the only one that I was fucking in that house!" She yelled at him.Frank felt a sharp pain in his heart as he moved a step backward. He had tried to ignore the fact that Nera was fucking Elijah too but it looked like she wanted to hurt him it.Uncle Luke stared at Nera out of words and decided to walk out of the house. All the anger he had intended to throw Frank out of the house with, vanished. He was tired of the drama and just wanted to go
Nera froze in horror. Texas was too big for Elijah to find her address in a single day.She was asleep and it was all a nightmare, he couldn't have guessed the right address. Someone must have told him, but she doubted Frank did. Now that she thought about it, she never told Frank either."Stay in here; I will handle this man to man," Frank said, asking her to lock the door.He walked downstairs and found Elijah spinning little Aria around who was giggling in excitement."Put her down!" Frank yelled.Elijah frowned and put the little girl down."Let's talk outside," Frank ordered."I am here for Nera and not you," Elijah politely replied."This will only take a second unless you are not a man and scared of a little talk," Frank stated.Elijah chuckled and led the way outside.Nera walked downstairs and ordered Sam to take Aria upstairs while she locked the door. She did not have time for the two fools, though she was curious to know what they were talking about so she stayed in the k
Her long dark hair perfectly curled and tucked behind a golden pin, Nera Bradford wore a white ball wedding dress paired with a cathedral-length lace veil. The dress was very expensive, not bought with her family's money as they could not afford it but she loved it. She kept examining and gashing over herself in the mirror. She wore little makeup, allowing her green eyes to stand out. Her eyes were one of her physical features that he admired the most, so she did not want to deprive him of the opportunity to be taken out of breath during the wedding proceedings.Being his wife was always her dream ever since she first lay her eyes on him. Growing up in San Antonio, a rural area with limited resources, most young ladies wished to marry into rich families and that was what she was about to do.She had other ambitions, but financial constraints prevented her from pursuing them; however, being a bride came free. It was one of those dreams that only required finding someone special, someo
Greg locked his gaze on Nicole who had a smile on her face. He could tell it was her behind the horror on the screen. She had warned him about exposing their affair, he never thought she would go that far considering Nera was her best friend. He quickly ran to Nera's side but her uncle barricaded him. The groomsmen got on top of the stage and quickly tried to switch off the projector but they couldn't find any cables or the switch.In shock, the guests held their hands over their mouths, while those with children attempted to cover the little innocent's eyes and ears. The sex in the video was loud and wild, with the pair moaning on top of their voices.Some guests were laughing, while others were enjoying the intense love-making session.Nera, whose beautiful world was turning upside down in front of her eyes, felt her throat go numb as she tried to scream. She turned her gaze to Nicole, who was still holding her bouquet of flowers, unfazed by the chaos going on around her.Nicole r
Luke quickly grabbed her and took her inside, locking the door behind them."What are you doing? I thought I told you to stay in your bedroom?"Breathing heavily, Nera tried to push the door but it was locked. She wanted to hit Greg so badly that he would at least feel some of the pain that she was feeling.But unable to get past her uncle she retreated back to her bedroom. Her wedding dress was now heavy from the soaking plus the mud on its edges.Nera tried to take it off but could not locate the zip. Irritated, she grabbed a pair of scissors in the drawer and began cutting pieces of the dress. She went on tearing portions off her wedding dress as she breathed loudly and frantically. She pierced and sliced her flesh at some point but didn't feel anything or care to quit. The only agony she could feel was the one emanating from deep within her heart.She kept cutting and changing the sides of the dress based on the angle she believed it was heavy on. The entire floor was soon covered
The trip to the party house was peaceful, despite the fact that she was with a stranger who was most likely escorting her to her death. She was comfortable; she was all over the vehicle, touching all the costly drinks and utensils. It was her first time being in such a luxurious vehicle.Marcus could tell the whiskey was working. They finally arrived at the house party. Before entering the main room, they had to walk through a dark lane.Nera's heart began racing for the first time. She was now convinced he was taking her to her death but still couldn't bring herself to flee or scream. She willingly followed him as they approached a door with an X on it.Marcus knocked, and a bouncer walked out, asking for his invitation, which he supplied.The two were permitted to enter.Nera gulped, her pulse beating as she followed the elderly from behind.She could hear drowsy music playing."You appeared to be one who wanted to relieve her tension," he said as the groaning became audible for Ne
Nera shifted her aching body to the other side of the bed, her eyes heavy with regret. Her entire body felt as if it had just run a country marathon in a satisfyingly short amount of time. She wanted to believe her wedding had gone so well and her exhausting body was as a result of her husband's never-ending lovemaking in her honeymoon bed.But the reality was far from the truth, she was quite aware she had just spent a wild night with a stranger, and not just any stranger, but an elderly man old enough to be her father. She tightly closed her eyes, afraid they would not open without her consent.But heavy hands grabbed her naked body from behind and drew her closer."Are you finally awake, princess?" The old man asked, his intoxicating breath warming her bearskin. A wave of uneasiness rushed through her as she tried to move away, but his grip was too tight for her. She could feel his manhood rubbing against her, making her very uncomfortable as her eyes popped open in shock.A smal
Nera walked to her bed slowly, taking a seat. She knew she was disrespecting her uncle, but the frustration swelling deep inside of her needed to be unleashed on someone, and it was just unfortunate it was her uncle in her presence.She wanted her uncle to slap the living snot out of her. She had hoped a slap would pump some sense into her, but to her disappointment, her uncle walked to her bed and sat next to her.She could tell he was trembling and struggling to keep his cool. There was a brief pause as if he was contemplating what to say. Before asking, he cleared his throat. "Did he, at the very least, wear protection?" Nera's eyes shot up as a lump formed in her throat."You know there are a lot of diseases plus pregnancy," he whispered, trying to hold back his tears.Nera's jaw grew tense with strain, her brows pulling up, knitting in the middle. She thought she had screwed up because it was a sex party and she did it with an old man, but the thought of diseases and pregnancy