The cold steel of the gun pressed against my forehead, and all I could see were The Reaper’s hollow, emotionaless eyes.
My heart raced as his finger curled around the trigger. Would this be my last breath? Time seemed to freeze. Every noise faded, every thought blurred, until a sudden explosion of color was seen in the skies. Fireworks. Bright, dazzling, and loud. The noise broke through the tension like a knife, startling The Reaper. Finally! A Chance! I didn’t hesitate. Summoning courage I didn’t know I had, I twisted free from his grip. My body moved before my mind could catch up. The knife he'd used to pin my cloth to the wall was left behind as I scrambled out of his reach, slipping beneath the balcony’s edge. I crouched low, pressing my body against the cold stone as I tried to steady the pace of my breathing, praying he couldn’t hear the pounding of my heart. The Reaper cursed under his breath. “Coward,” he muttered, his shadow stretching above me as he paced the balcony. I was frozen in place. Then, another voice broke the silence. “Father.” Victor’s voice was strained, almost uncertain. I inched closer to the edge, peeping through a gap in the stone. Victor stood at the entrance to the balcony, his posture stiff. “Well?” The Reaper barked. Victor hesitated. “The mission… it didn’t go as planned.” The words barely left his mouth before the sound of a slap echoed through the night. I gasped, quickly covering my mouth with my hand so I wouldn't get caught. “You failed me again,” The Reaper snarled. “You think you’re ready to lead this family? You can’t even handle a simple task!” Victor didn’t respond. He stood there, his face turned to the side not daring to look up, the outline of his cheek already red and swelling. “You’re a disappointment, Victor,” The Reaper continued, his voice cold and unforgiving. “You’ll never amount to anything. You're a sorry excuse for a son.” Victor’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, but he said nothing. The Reaper sighed. “Go find Camilla and take her home. I’m leaving for a business trip, but I’ll be back in time for the wedding.” My breath hitched. Camilla? Oh shit! He was talking about me. I stayed hidden as Victor left the balcony, his steps heavy with humiliation. When the coast was clear, I got out of my hiding spot and hurried back to Camilla's room. *************** My hands trembled as I changed into the elegant gown I’d worn earlier. Every nerve in my body was on edge, but I couldn’t let it show. Through the window, I saw Victor in the garden, speaking to one of the maids. He was probably sending her to fetch me. I had to act quickly. I rushed downstairs and found Camilla's papi near the doorway. His presence felt comforting amidst all that had just happened to me. “I have to go,” I whispered, my voice shaking despite my efforts to stay calm. He pulled me into a hug, his lips brushing against my forehead. “Stay strong, mi niña,” he said softly. “Everything will be fine.” Why did hearing those words make me emotional? Victor spotted me as soon as I stepped outside. His face was swollen from The Reaper’s slap, the red mark standing out against his pale skin. The maid scurried off as he dismissed her with a wave of his hand. “Get in,” he said sharply, his voice laced with barely suppressed anger. Rage written all over his face. I hesitated for a moment, then stepped into the car. “Are you okay?” I asked cautiously, glancing at his injured face. His jaw tightened. He didn't say a word. The drive was tense, the air between us thick with unspoken words. I turned to look out the window, my eyes catching a familiar figure near the gates. Diego. He stood there, his gaze following the car as we drove away. A chill ran down my spine. ************ When we arrived at Victor’s mansion, he didn’t waste any time. He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me inside. “Victor what are you doing?,” I said, trying to pull away from his grip. He ignored me, his silence more terrifying than any words could have been. He dragged me past my room and towards his. Oh shit! I already knew where this was going and I wasn't going to be a victim. “I said let me go!" I screamed, but it was no use. As we entered his bedroom, Victor’s expression darkened. He grabbed my shoulders, his grip firm as he leaned in close. “Victor, I—" His lips crashed against mine in a rough, unwelcome kiss. We fell onto his bed. Faster than I could think, he ripped off my clothes and pushed my legs apart, sinking his dick inside me. I groaned and arched, but all he did was move at a faster pace. His fingers clenched over my thighs and he moved harder, deeper, taking in long, fast strokes. I gasped for air as he switched to his fingers, “Victor Stop it" I screamed. He didn't listen, he slid his fingers deeper causing me to scream even louder, I arched my back even more, it felt like I had hit climax. I did! Soon enough his sheets were stained all over with my juice. I looked into his eyes and all I saw was a demon, the way his eyes trailed all over me as if searching for something. It wasn't over yet. He pressed his lips against my neck and kissed me, his tongue moving all over my sensitive skin. I just couldn't physically take anymore of this. With the last ounce of strength left in me, I pushed him away. “You bastard" "Fuck," he mumbled. Something in my voice must have reached him because he froze. For a moment, he just stared at me, his breathing heavy and ragged. Then, without a word, he let go and stormed out of the room. ************ Victor’s POV The whiskey burned as it slid down my throat, but it wasn’t enough to drown the bitterness inside me. I poured another glass, my hands trembling with anger and frustration. I would never be enough for my father. No matter how hard I tried, no matter what I did, I was always a failure in his eyes. “You’ll never amount to anything,” his voice echoed in my mind. I clenched my fists, the glass shaking in my hand. My entire life had been about proving myself, but nothing was ever good enough. In his eyes, I was no one. The thought of Camilla crossed my mind. “I’ll marry her,” I muttered, staring at the empty glass in my hand. “And when I do, I’ll take over. I’ll overthrow them all—my father, his men, everyone who doubted me.” The whiskey began to take effect, my thoughts growing hazy as the warmth spread through my body. My legs felt unsteady, and I stumbled toward the counter to pour another drink, falling down in the process. Before I could hit the ground, a pair of soft hands caught me. They were gentle, steadying me as I swayed on my feet. I didn’t open my eyes, too tired and drunk to care who it was. The hands guided me to a chair, their touch careful and deliberate. A cool cloth pressed against my face, soothing the sting of my father’s slap. “Just because you’ve had a rough life,” a soft voice said, filled with quiet strength, “doesn’t mean you have to make everyone else’s life miserable.” The words cut through the haze, settling deep in my mind. I tried to open my eyes, tried to see who the voice belonged to, but darkness claimed me before I could.Victor’s POVThe woman in front of me was pressed too close, her lips grazing mine as her hands wandered to my chest. Her perfume was cloying, heavy with desperation, but I let her linger. A moment of distraction wasn’t the worst thing—at least until the knock at my office door shattered the moment.“Sir,” came the muffled voice from outside.I sighed, stepping back and buttoning my shirt. “Not a word,” I said to the woman, my tone clipped. She smirked and adjusted her dress before walking off to the corner.“Come in,” I barked, settling into my chair, the leather creaking beneath me.One of my men entered, his face pale and uneasy. “Boss, there’s been a problem.”I raised an eyebrow, gripping the glass of alcohol in my hand. “Go on.”“The intel mission…it didn’t go as planned. One of our men was badly injured, and the briefcase…” He hesitated, swallowing hard. “We couldn’t retrieve it.”The words lit a fuse inside me. The glass in my hand shattered as I crushed it, shards cutting int
I woke up to the weight of lips pressing against mine. My heart raced, panic flooding every nerve as I realized what was happening.“Victor, stop!” I shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge. The reek of whiskey hit me like a punch, and his slurred words made my stomach churn.“You’re mine, Camilla…” He pinned me down harder, using his right hand to pull the string of my nightgown down to reveal my tender nipple. “Now be a good little girl" His drunken smirk infuriating me.“No, Victor. Get off me!” I hissed, struggling beneath his weight. This was the fifth time he’d barged into my room in the middle of the night this week but tonight, I’d had enough.I twisted, planting my knee into his stomach. He groaned, loosening his grip just enough for me to grab the lamp beside the bed. With all the anger and frustration I’d bottled up, I swung it at his head.The loud thud as he hit the floor filled me with a mix of satisfaction and disgust. His unconscious form sprawled on the carpet.“Idio
Carrie's POV The hall was a whirlwind of activity when I came down the staircase, my fingers tracing the railing as if grounding myself against the chaos below. Workers moved swiftly, dropping bunches of white roses and golden ribbons over every available surface. The air smelled of fresh flowers and polished wood, yet to me, it carried the weight of something much darker.The wedding was tomorrow.The thought wrapped around my chest like a vice, stealing the breath from my lungs. Ever since Victor had told me the date was moved up, the nightmares hadn’t stopped. Dark, shadowy figures haunted my dreams, their laughter echoing as I walked down the aisle toward an abyss, not a man.As I reached the bottom step, my gaze was drawn to the garden outside. Through the massive glass windows, I saw him—The Reaper. He had just arrived yesterday, his presence unnerving as always. He stood in the garden, his posture relaxed yet predatory, like a wolf among sheep. Beside him was Victor, speaking
“Victor…” I couldn't help but let out a moan. His torso pressed against mine, and with a dirty smirk plastered on his face, he went deeper with every move of resistance I made. How did it end up like this? ******************* Carrie's POV What would you do if your father and twin brother were burnt to ashes right in front of you? Or if your pregnant mother was murdered in cold blood, and all you could do was watch? I don’t know about you, but for me, there was only one path: revenge. My name is Caroline Slane. I was only 8 years old when my family was taken away from me by the elusive notorious Mafia Boss, only known as The Reaper. A man rumored to be the devil himself, his very name brings a wave of death and devastation. That night—the rain soaked into my skin, the flames crackled and popped as everything I loved burned before my eyes. I remember every second of it. The smell of smoke still haunts me, clinging to my skin as if it’ll never let me forget. Surviving the streets
And that's how I found myself in the bed of Victor Reaper… “Victor…” I couldn't help but let out a moan. His weight pressed against mine, and with a wicked smirk plastered on his face, he went deeper with every move of resistance I made. “Hush now, Camilla,” he said, eyes dark as they locked on mine. “I heard you've lost your memory” His voice dropped low to a whisper as he pressed a teasing kiss between my legs down to my pussy. “Let's see if you can remember this” He stuck his tongue into my now wet pussy, obviously knowing his way around, and as I gasped for air, each wave of sensation made me forget how to breathe. With one swift move, he stripped off the little piece of clothing I had on my left; I now lay completely bare on his bed, under his gaze. His fingers traced over my skin and through my thighs. He laid back on top of me, in a prone position, and I could feel him slide himself in me once more, this time going deeper and with more intensity than before. I buried my f
A bullet was fired. But not from the man in front of me, it was Camilla's Father. “Diego, have you gone mad?!” He shouted at the man whose gun had been shot right out of his hand. “How dare you point your gun at your older sister” There was tension between the two. I could tell. “Uh, it's alright da.. I mean Papi” I said with a shiver in my voice. “I'm fine” I wasn't! Would Diego had pulled the trigger if Camilla's Father hadn't stopped him? Diego didn't utter a word, instead, he just stared me down. He may have not spoken, but his eyes said it all, his words from before fresh on my mind “you're not Camilla” have I been compromised already? “Wait, what's that?” Camilla's Father said as he turned Diego's neck to the side, “have you been in a fight? Looks like you lost” Wait, fight? I glanced at the mark on his neck. They were fresh, probably last night. And it looked like his neck was pressed against or rather pinned down. Diego hit away his Father's hand. “It doesn't
Carrie's POV The hall was a whirlwind of activity when I came down the staircase, my fingers tracing the railing as if grounding myself against the chaos below. Workers moved swiftly, dropping bunches of white roses and golden ribbons over every available surface. The air smelled of fresh flowers and polished wood, yet to me, it carried the weight of something much darker.The wedding was tomorrow.The thought wrapped around my chest like a vice, stealing the breath from my lungs. Ever since Victor had told me the date was moved up, the nightmares hadn’t stopped. Dark, shadowy figures haunted my dreams, their laughter echoing as I walked down the aisle toward an abyss, not a man.As I reached the bottom step, my gaze was drawn to the garden outside. Through the massive glass windows, I saw him—The Reaper. He had just arrived yesterday, his presence unnerving as always. He stood in the garden, his posture relaxed yet predatory, like a wolf among sheep. Beside him was Victor, speaking
I woke up to the weight of lips pressing against mine. My heart raced, panic flooding every nerve as I realized what was happening.“Victor, stop!” I shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge. The reek of whiskey hit me like a punch, and his slurred words made my stomach churn.“You’re mine, Camilla…” He pinned me down harder, using his right hand to pull the string of my nightgown down to reveal my tender nipple. “Now be a good little girl" His drunken smirk infuriating me.“No, Victor. Get off me!” I hissed, struggling beneath his weight. This was the fifth time he’d barged into my room in the middle of the night this week but tonight, I’d had enough.I twisted, planting my knee into his stomach. He groaned, loosening his grip just enough for me to grab the lamp beside the bed. With all the anger and frustration I’d bottled up, I swung it at his head.The loud thud as he hit the floor filled me with a mix of satisfaction and disgust. His unconscious form sprawled on the carpet.“Idio
Victor’s POVThe woman in front of me was pressed too close, her lips grazing mine as her hands wandered to my chest. Her perfume was cloying, heavy with desperation, but I let her linger. A moment of distraction wasn’t the worst thing—at least until the knock at my office door shattered the moment.“Sir,” came the muffled voice from outside.I sighed, stepping back and buttoning my shirt. “Not a word,” I said to the woman, my tone clipped. She smirked and adjusted her dress before walking off to the corner.“Come in,” I barked, settling into my chair, the leather creaking beneath me.One of my men entered, his face pale and uneasy. “Boss, there’s been a problem.”I raised an eyebrow, gripping the glass of alcohol in my hand. “Go on.”“The intel mission…it didn’t go as planned. One of our men was badly injured, and the briefcase…” He hesitated, swallowing hard. “We couldn’t retrieve it.”The words lit a fuse inside me. The glass in my hand shattered as I crushed it, shards cutting int
The cold steel of the gun pressed against my forehead, and all I could see were The Reaper’s hollow, emotionaless eyes. My heart raced as his finger curled around the trigger. Would this be my last breath?Time seemed to freeze. Every noise faded, every thought blurred, until a sudden explosion of color was seen in the skies. Fireworks. Bright, dazzling, and loud. The noise broke through the tension like a knife, startling The Reaper. Finally! A Chance! I didn’t hesitate. Summoning courage I didn’t know I had, I twisted free from his grip. My body moved before my mind could catch up. The knife he'd used to pin my cloth to the wall was left behind as I scrambled out of his reach, slipping beneath the balcony’s edge.I crouched low, pressing my body against the cold stone as I tried to steady the pace of my breathing, praying he couldn’t hear the pounding of my heart. The Reaper cursed under his breath. “Coward,” he muttered, his shadow stretching above me as he paced the balcony. I
A bullet was fired. But not from the man in front of me, it was Camilla's Father. “Diego, have you gone mad?!” He shouted at the man whose gun had been shot right out of his hand. “How dare you point your gun at your older sister” There was tension between the two. I could tell. “Uh, it's alright da.. I mean Papi” I said with a shiver in my voice. “I'm fine” I wasn't! Would Diego had pulled the trigger if Camilla's Father hadn't stopped him? Diego didn't utter a word, instead, he just stared me down. He may have not spoken, but his eyes said it all, his words from before fresh on my mind “you're not Camilla” have I been compromised already? “Wait, what's that?” Camilla's Father said as he turned Diego's neck to the side, “have you been in a fight? Looks like you lost” Wait, fight? I glanced at the mark on his neck. They were fresh, probably last night. And it looked like his neck was pressed against or rather pinned down. Diego hit away his Father's hand. “It doesn't
And that's how I found myself in the bed of Victor Reaper… “Victor…” I couldn't help but let out a moan. His weight pressed against mine, and with a wicked smirk plastered on his face, he went deeper with every move of resistance I made. “Hush now, Camilla,” he said, eyes dark as they locked on mine. “I heard you've lost your memory” His voice dropped low to a whisper as he pressed a teasing kiss between my legs down to my pussy. “Let's see if you can remember this” He stuck his tongue into my now wet pussy, obviously knowing his way around, and as I gasped for air, each wave of sensation made me forget how to breathe. With one swift move, he stripped off the little piece of clothing I had on my left; I now lay completely bare on his bed, under his gaze. His fingers traced over my skin and through my thighs. He laid back on top of me, in a prone position, and I could feel him slide himself in me once more, this time going deeper and with more intensity than before. I buried my f
“Victor…” I couldn't help but let out a moan. His torso pressed against mine, and with a dirty smirk plastered on his face, he went deeper with every move of resistance I made. How did it end up like this? ******************* Carrie's POV What would you do if your father and twin brother were burnt to ashes right in front of you? Or if your pregnant mother was murdered in cold blood, and all you could do was watch? I don’t know about you, but for me, there was only one path: revenge. My name is Caroline Slane. I was only 8 years old when my family was taken away from me by the elusive notorious Mafia Boss, only known as The Reaper. A man rumored to be the devil himself, his very name brings a wave of death and devastation. That night—the rain soaked into my skin, the flames crackled and popped as everything I loved burned before my eyes. I remember every second of it. The smell of smoke still haunts me, clinging to my skin as if it’ll never let me forget. Surviving the streets