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This book is purely fictional. It's rich with erotic content, BDSM and bits of violence so proceed with caution. *** Silence. Utter silence is what enveloped me as the eyes of the guests remained fixed on me. Not just the guests, but also the officiant of the wedding and my... groom. I closed my eyes, hoping that the moment I opened them again, everything would fade and I would be back to reality. Nothing felt real at that moment. I needed a reality that I wasn't standing at the altar, about to take vows, marriage vows to wed my mother's fiance. Sounds ridiculous, right? But that was the plight I was in. Looking around,I could see the eager looks on their faces. Those who knew the stand -in bride thing maybe expected me to chicken out. But could I really do that? “ Come on little bird. Everyone is watching and you don't want to make me a joke In front of all these people.” Huracio’s voice whispered into my ears,sending tremors all over my body.A smile adjourned his beautiful face but the deep blue eyes gazing at me held a different message. The kind that would make you tremble and lose your bearing. But I knew better than to lose my bearing at this moment. Two lives hung on my shoulder; mine and my mother's. The tears I had been battling threatened to spill but I held them back and manages a fake as fuck smile. Turning to look at the officiant, I gave him a relatively weak smile. " I do.” The words slipped past my tongue,bitter and heavy. There. I did it. I committed a crime, one that everyone will frown upon if they learnt about it. Huracio was never meant to be mine, nor did he have the right to stake his claim on me. Yet, we ended up here, before everyone,sealing a holy matrimony. It would have been better if this was a prince charming saving a damsel in distress but it wasn't.My life was no fairy tale,it never was and by look of things,never would. As the officiant continued blabbering things I was the least interested to hear, my mind was trying to understand how things turned from me attending a wedding to being the bride. ***Few hours earlier*** “ Everything is so messed up. This was supposed to be done by now.What kind of crappy decorators did Mom hire?" I complained for the humpteeth time, holding back a curse. Everything at the hall was a mess. The wedding was only two hours away and nothing seemed ready. " Will yóu calm down, Kata? I'm here now so you can rest assured I'll pull this off. I always work magic, don't I?” My best friend, Emilia, assured me. I smiled,a grateful look on my face. Trust Emilia to always have my back when I don't know what else to do. “ I don't know what I would have done without you,Ems. I just want my mother's wedding to be perfect. She deserves it after everything." After ten years of being alone, raising me, my mother finally decided to remarry. I couldn't be any happier. “ It will, don't worry. She already has her perfect man.” Emilia replied, a smile adjourning her beautiful face. She was right,my mother indeed snuggled herself a Mr perfect. My mother's fiance,Huracio Ignatius is the perfect gentleman in the eyes of others, and that includes me. Huracio is handsome and kind hearted.Did I mention he is reserved too? like an aristocrat?He also owns a billion dollar company which according to him is a family business. He loves her and I could tell that my mother adores Huracio, too. “After the wedding, I plan to introduce Kelvin to my parents." I said, a smile breaking on my lips. Kelvin is my boyfriend of two years.We have been dating since highschool. Now, I am supposed to join college and that's why I want to make it official. “ Look at you, are you referring to him as your father already?" Emilia teased me, earning a chuckle from me. “ He will be my step-father after today. I might as well start playing the part.The last thing I want is him feeling like I don't accept him in our lives. He makes my mother happy and that's the most important thing to me." I explained. When I first met Huracio, I could tell that he was worried about my reaction to the fact that he was with my mother. He had àsked for my blessings to marry my mother like a true gentleman and that's something I liked about him. "I want to make your mother the happiest woman in the entire universe. I want to marry her and that's why I am asking for your permission ànd blessings." I could still remember how nervous he looked as he waited for my answer. Of course I said yes. I didn't see a reason to object to their union. Especially after seeing how happy my mother was with the man. “ Enough about them. Go get ready, the guests will start arriving anytime." Emilia said, pushing me out of the hall. Shaking my head and with a happy smile, I made her way to the suit specially booked for her,humming a song. I had around an hour to get myself ready to watch my mother walking down the aisle. I could already imagine how beautiful she would be and I smiled at that. After soaking myself in the bathtub, I finally left the bathroom with a bathrobe secured around my body. I was about to do my makeup when a forceful knock sounded by the door. I smiled, walking to the door,expecting Emilia to call me out playfully for taking too long, but there was no such greeting when I opened the door. Instead, Huracio stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a sense of urgency that sent a chill down my spine. “Katalina,” he called, his voice tight, almost icy. I frowned, not understanding his actions. He was so unlike him, maybe he got wedding jitters and probably forgot that I was going to be his soon step -daughter. That's what I convinced myself,saving myself the overthinking part. “ Is there something you need?" Despite him barging in rudely, I chose to be the big person and inquired civilly Huracio shook hís head,then nodded, further confusing me. “ Is there something wrong with the decorations?" I asked ànd he sighed. Emilia had assured me that she would take care of everything. Did Huracio not like her style? But it was barely minutes before the wedding started, there's no way the decor could be altered…again. “There's no easy way to tell you this, but… your mother is gone.” Huracio's tone was hard and unconcealed anger shimmered within the words. But, that was not the least of my worries. “Gone?” I asked, my stomach twisting. “What do you mean gone? I saw her last night and she was excited about today. How can she be gone?” Last night, I and some of my mother's friends had organized a small party for her. I could still remember how my mother smiled throughout the night. She couldn't stop talking about how excited she was to be Huracio’s wife.How could she have disappeared in twelve hours? That didn't make any sense at all. Huracio’s face remained stony, but his eyes held a dark glint. “She ran away, Katalina. She left without any explanation. No note, nothing.”The words settled like lead in my chest, pressing down on me and making my breath labored. That didn’t sound like my mother. Whoever Huracio was talking about wasn't my beloved mother.Why would she run away on the day of her own wedding?My mother was finally happy—wasn’t she? I shook my head, refusing to believe it. “No… There has to be some mistake. My mother wouldn’t leave like that.” I was finding it hard to believe my mother left, much less on her wedding day. I was convinced that something else happened rather than accepting Huracio's accusations. Huracio stepped closer, his expression hardening. “Believe what you will, but that’s the reality we’re facing.” He snapped at me, forcing me to take a step back. The man never raised his voice at me before so seeing him acting like a beast shocked me, Just like my mother's disappearance. How could this happen? Did she perhaps get kidnapped or drunk too much last night that she blacked out? Yes, that must be it. Forcing
Turning around, I came face to face with a fuming Kelvin. The eyes that used to stare at me with so much adoration held nothing but hatred…and disappointment. I opened my mouth to say something but no words registered in my mind nor left my mouth. What was I supposed to say anyway? That this was a misunderstanding? That I was forced into this? But wouldn't that warrant mine and my mother's painful death as per Huracio's promise. There's also a possibility that Kelvin wouldn't even believe me. I mean,I wouldn't have believed it if I found him marrying someone secretly. Why would he believe my absurd explanation? I turned to face Huracio only to find him smiling. He was fucking smiling, as if daring me to say one wrong word. With a heavy heart, I turned around and decided to walk away. A walk of shame ànd pain. Everything was over for me. My relationship of two years crumbled as I watched. I could do nothing about it. “ Are you turning your back on me after cheatin
Huracio “ What the hell do you mean you lost her? How hard is it to track a woman?” I yelled on the phone, unable to control my building rage. I had instructed my men to track Helena, Katalina's mother. That woman thought she could run from me, the devil. Too bad for her,I was going to find her and drag her back here then she was going to explain exactly what transpired eighteen years ago. They had a trail they were supposed to follow, how could she just disappear out of the blue? My plan was falling into place, how could I allow her to escape my grip? “ Find her. I want her found and brought to me as soon as possible." I barked orders before ending the call. “Useless!" I cursed, kicking a flower vase in my office, sending the item shattering on the marble floor. “ Calm down,we still have everything under control." My best friend and second in command, Salvatore,said trying to calm me. " What fucking control? Everything is falling apart. That woman must have le
KATALINA My heartbeats grew erratic with fear as I made my way out of the toilet. The hair on the back of my head stood straight. The look he gave me after I slapped him sent chills down my spine. What have I gotten myself into? Mum, what have you done? Why did you leave this mess for me to clean up? Am I cleaning up it or making it worse? What am I going to do now? I have no idea how we got to his house. I was in a daze throughout the trip. When we got there, I was filled with dread, thinking he would force himself on me. The thought of him touching me creeped me out. I couldn't help but think of Kelvin. His patience all this time, only for him to lose to a thug. A demon. He dragged me into his bedroom and wrapped his arms around me. I was bombarded with his scent. His perfume was musky, with a hint of spiciness, mixed with the pungent smell of cigars. I hated the smell of smoke and instantly felt repulsed. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. He buried his nose in
KATARINA “I… “ I froze. "Hm," he shook his head with a sarcastic smile. "I can't believe that I was wrong about you.” He sneered. "You are just a cheap slut like the rest of them. How did you manage it? Tell me. How did you manage to snatch your mother's man?” His eyes suddenly became fiercer and he stepped forward. He stood in my face and started yelling. "How long has this been going on? Tell me. Tell me! I want to know!” Scared shitless, I took a step back and forgot how to use my voice. The tears kept flowing, but I wished they could stop because they were drowning me. I was choking on my sob. Since my voice failed, my actions should be enough, right? I slowly reached for the flare of my knee-length dress, and slowly lifted it, revealing my body. Kelvin paused and stepped back with a frown. "What are you doing?" I could see the bewilderment in his eyes. All I could do was sniff and quiver with my silent sob. He watched with wild eyes as I pulled the dress over my head an
Ten shots make a set. On a normal day, by the sixth shot, I’d be out, but it wasn't a normal day. By the ninth shot, I was seeing double… Okay, scratch that. The bartender split into one.. two… fuck. He was more than six! I slammed the last shot glass on the counter and snapped my fingers at him. “Another set." I gulped and rolled my index finger at him. I watched in a daze as he filled a glass cup with water. When he handed it over, I raised my eyebrows at him. Are you joking? Who drinks water at a bar? I rejected it and threw a tantrum. To calm the storm, he gave me a pint glass filled with carbonated water mixed with some low-level alcohol. “This is the best I can do. You are way past your limit." He warned. Knowing he was right, I rolled my eyes at him and begrudgingly took the jar-like cup from him. The water was cold and the frizz felt just right. Didn't know I was parched, but once it hit my throat, I couldn't stop drinking. For some reason, hearing the sounds of
HURACIOWith each thunderclap, my heart tightened. I paced up and down the living room, willing the rain to stop. From the corner of my eye, Salvatore watched with blatant disdain. We were out having fun at what was supposed to be my after-party when one of my bodyguards called me, saying Katalina seemed to be on her way out of the house. I told them to follow her. Though I was upset that she dared to leave the house when I clearly ordered her to go to bed, I was curious about her destination. The moment the rain started, I regretted it. Katalina is scared of thunderstorms. It's not like a fear caused by trauma. It's just like when people are scared of heights. It's inborn and harmless. But why did my heart feel heavy? I couldn't stop myself from worrying for her. This has never happened before. “You are making me dizzy." Salvatore snorted. “Don't look at me and you will feel better." I retorted. Just then, the room lit up and I was caught in a car headlight. "They are here.”
KATALINA “Kelvin, no!" I woke up covered in sweat despite the fully functioning AC unit in the room. While still trying to figure out where I was, I heard a soft thudding and traced it to the door. Someone was knocking. “Tomorrow, you will serve your punishment. Remember you promised to obey." Huracio's deep, and grungy voice whispered into my ears. Startled, I abruptly turned around but saw nobody. I was alone in the room. Remembering my situation, my back suddenly got covered in more chilly sweats. What is he going to do to me? Asking him to punish me instead of Kelvin was easy in the middle of a panic attack. Now that I had my wits around me, I was filled with dread. I didn't know if I should trust him to honor his words, but as long as he spares Kelvin, I am willing to bear it. But having just woken up from a nightmare, where he was squeezing life out of Kelvin while dangling him in the air, I wasn't sure he could be trusted. What if he punishes me and still hurts Kelvin?
Katalina. My head hurts. The pain was radiating from the nape to my frontal lobe. It was like someone was gently hitting that spot with a hammer. The pain was spreading out, while a sharp part of it intermittently shot to my temple, before spreading to my forehead. Grimacing, I tried to open my eyes, but they were heavy. Taking a deep breath, I endured and opened up just a slit of my right eye. It was dark and smelled familiar…like cigars…Horacio…Kelvin… “Fuck!”Abruptly sitting up, I held my head and grunted. Kelvin! Fear gripped my chest, my breathing became uneven, and my head felt like it was breathing in sync with my heart. Ignoring the pain, I scrambled out of bed and rushed to the door. The moment I opened it, I was bombarded with sharp, white lights.Stung, closed my eyes and stepped back into the room, then stepped out again. I stopped in a daze and turned around. Wasn't I supposed to be in Huracio's office? But I was in the passage at his house. How did I get here?
HURACIO “HURACIO!” She snapped with wild eyes. "I…, Please!” Her shoulders slouched, and she stuttered, shaking her head dejectedly. I clenched my hand into a tight fist and punched Kelvin in the gut. He bent over and growled."Kelvin!” She screamed. Why are you hurting him? You promised not to hurt him!" She cried and wanted to rush over. “Touch him, and I will break his legs." I threatened angrily. “He can only watch. No touching." Kelvin looked at me with hateful eyes and snorted “Bastard." Ignoring him, I turned to her. "Either you start, or you watch me beat him to death.” She shivered and I could see the fear in her eyes. She really liked this guy. Feeling uncomfortable, I averted my gaze and lifted my hand, about to punch Kelvin again. "No, stop! I will do it. I will do whatever you want. Stop hitting him, please.” She cried. I don't know what I found upsetting the most. That she was begging me for another man, or that she hated me? At that moment, I felt like crap, but
KATALINA My pee was scalding. But the more it came out, the more itchy I felt. I didn't want to touch it, but it felt so good. I couldn't stop the moans and gasps that came out of my mouth. “Felt good, right?" He chuckled once I was down peeing. Looking down with shame, I stood up and gingerly stepped out of the wet patch on the floor. “Touch it." “What?" My head snapped up. He wanted me to touch my pee? Why? “You feel itchy, don't you? Touch it." My eyes widened in realization. There was no way I was doing that in front of him. I needed to beat whatever drug he fed me. “I will make you clean the floor with your mouth if you don't touch it, right now." He growled. He suddenly grabbed my hair and hit the back of my knees with his leg. My knees folded forward, and I fell on my knees. It was so fast that my face was inches away from the pee before I realized what was happening. “I will do it! I will do it!" I gasped as fear overwhelmed me. “Good girl." He let my hair go and st
KATALINA I was reading a fashion magazine before the secretary brought in the tea. Confused and feeling weird in my mouth, I sat down and continued. A while later, the office started feeling warm. I looked up and saw that the AC units were still working. I didn't even need to look up, if I listened carefully, I'd hear their humming vibes. Thinking that it was because I refused to remove the trench coat, I decided to bear with it as I didn't want to be half-naked in front of him. Another 4 minutes, and it started feeling like I was wrapped in an oven. Sweat gathered on my forehead, and I started feeling dizzy. It would be stupid to end up with a heat stroke while in a fully air-conditioned room. I let the trench coat slide down my back, halfway. The cooling breeze of the AC nearly made me moan. I turned to look at him. He was in a three-piece suit with his white shirt buttoned to his jugular. But it didn't look like he was feeling hot.I picked up the remote for the unit close to
KATALINA “Kelvin, no!" I woke up covered in sweat despite the fully functioning AC unit in the room. While still trying to figure out where I was, I heard a soft thudding and traced it to the door. Someone was knocking. “Tomorrow, you will serve your punishment. Remember you promised to obey." Huracio's deep, and grungy voice whispered into my ears. Startled, I abruptly turned around but saw nobody. I was alone in the room. Remembering my situation, my back suddenly got covered in more chilly sweats. What is he going to do to me? Asking him to punish me instead of Kelvin was easy in the middle of a panic attack. Now that I had my wits around me, I was filled with dread. I didn't know if I should trust him to honor his words, but as long as he spares Kelvin, I am willing to bear it. But having just woken up from a nightmare, where he was squeezing life out of Kelvin while dangling him in the air, I wasn't sure he could be trusted. What if he punishes me and still hurts Kelvin?
HURACIOWith each thunderclap, my heart tightened. I paced up and down the living room, willing the rain to stop. From the corner of my eye, Salvatore watched with blatant disdain. We were out having fun at what was supposed to be my after-party when one of my bodyguards called me, saying Katalina seemed to be on her way out of the house. I told them to follow her. Though I was upset that she dared to leave the house when I clearly ordered her to go to bed, I was curious about her destination. The moment the rain started, I regretted it. Katalina is scared of thunderstorms. It's not like a fear caused by trauma. It's just like when people are scared of heights. It's inborn and harmless. But why did my heart feel heavy? I couldn't stop myself from worrying for her. This has never happened before. “You are making me dizzy." Salvatore snorted. “Don't look at me and you will feel better." I retorted. Just then, the room lit up and I was caught in a car headlight. "They are here.”
Ten shots make a set. On a normal day, by the sixth shot, I’d be out, but it wasn't a normal day. By the ninth shot, I was seeing double… Okay, scratch that. The bartender split into one.. two… fuck. He was more than six! I slammed the last shot glass on the counter and snapped my fingers at him. “Another set." I gulped and rolled my index finger at him. I watched in a daze as he filled a glass cup with water. When he handed it over, I raised my eyebrows at him. Are you joking? Who drinks water at a bar? I rejected it and threw a tantrum. To calm the storm, he gave me a pint glass filled with carbonated water mixed with some low-level alcohol. “This is the best I can do. You are way past your limit." He warned. Knowing he was right, I rolled my eyes at him and begrudgingly took the jar-like cup from him. The water was cold and the frizz felt just right. Didn't know I was parched, but once it hit my throat, I couldn't stop drinking. For some reason, hearing the sounds of
KATARINA “I… “ I froze. "Hm," he shook his head with a sarcastic smile. "I can't believe that I was wrong about you.” He sneered. "You are just a cheap slut like the rest of them. How did you manage it? Tell me. How did you manage to snatch your mother's man?” His eyes suddenly became fiercer and he stepped forward. He stood in my face and started yelling. "How long has this been going on? Tell me. Tell me! I want to know!” Scared shitless, I took a step back and forgot how to use my voice. The tears kept flowing, but I wished they could stop because they were drowning me. I was choking on my sob. Since my voice failed, my actions should be enough, right? I slowly reached for the flare of my knee-length dress, and slowly lifted it, revealing my body. Kelvin paused and stepped back with a frown. "What are you doing?" I could see the bewilderment in his eyes. All I could do was sniff and quiver with my silent sob. He watched with wild eyes as I pulled the dress over my head an
KATALINA My heartbeats grew erratic with fear as I made my way out of the toilet. The hair on the back of my head stood straight. The look he gave me after I slapped him sent chills down my spine. What have I gotten myself into? Mum, what have you done? Why did you leave this mess for me to clean up? Am I cleaning up it or making it worse? What am I going to do now? I have no idea how we got to his house. I was in a daze throughout the trip. When we got there, I was filled with dread, thinking he would force himself on me. The thought of him touching me creeped me out. I couldn't help but think of Kelvin. His patience all this time, only for him to lose to a thug. A demon. He dragged me into his bedroom and wrapped his arms around me. I was bombarded with his scent. His perfume was musky, with a hint of spiciness, mixed with the pungent smell of cigars. I hated the smell of smoke and instantly felt repulsed. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. He buried his nose in