All Chapters of THE WHOLE TRUTH: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

🍀RACHEL🍀 How can a man be this heartless enough to be able to treat a woman like a piece of shit?!Not only is he using me freely and to his own will, he is enslaving me. I stared at his twitching cock that was in front of me,the monstrous girth taunted me. The length engulfed me with fear, I should be angry, instead, I became aroused.“You don’t have much time, baby girl. Suck it and play with my balls.” He said.His erotic deep, manly voice. I looked up and into his face. That face, innocent, handsome and likable, yet... I melted each time I looked into those endless blue eyes. The hints of jade in it, sent me into series of dejavu. Uncle Ryan, why do I feel like I am in front of you?Why do I feel Jake is you, yet he doesn’t look but he acts like you?I have been watching Jake’s movements closely. The way he talks, the way he looks at me and his mode of interaction. They are so much alike to Uncle and then, the way he say ‘Baby Girl’.Who are you, Jake?...I held his cock,

I was choked up immediately, coughing it out.“Awn, such a baby girl. You don’t smoke like that. You have to drag it in slowly, not the way you did. That’s so degrading.” He taunted.I frowned, throwing the cigarette away.“I can’t do it, Jake.”“I never said that you should throw it away. That is very rude, Rachel.”I turned my head to the side to look at him.“I. Don’t. Smoke. Got it!”His eyes were slowly staring at me, as though he was observing me, but he had a sneer on his face.“Take out a stick, light it and redo it again.”“No!” I snapped.Jake’s eyes hardened but his face was calm.“Should I use force? After sucking my cock, I should be nice to you.”I heard silent chuckling.Jake is trying to insult me in front of them. How pathetic?!!This... this recusant monster!!!.I got up from the chair abruptly.“You know what, Jake. FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING!!” I yelled, turning around to leave.“Come back here, Rachel!” He called.“No! Stay away from me!!” I snapped, walking briskly to the ex

♠️RYAN♠️ We were in my apartment together, thankfully, it had been cleaned up very early in the morning and Bella was playing a soft slow music. I walked to the desk close to the end of the window, picking up the cigarette pack laying on it.I tilted my head to the side to take a glimpse of Rachel. She was standing in front of the entrance door, she looked scared and flustered. I get it, to her, I am a monster, an unpredictable and unpretentious ruthless gangster. If only she knew, I was protecting her from a number of things.The world... the world is a wicked place. People use people and not things. I sighed, walking towards her with the cigarette pack in my hand. She looked at me and then her eyes fell on what I was holding.“Do you wish to smoke with me?” I asked, my tone was calm.She nodded, taking a cigarette stick from the pack. I was surprised to see she wasn’t hesitant.“Lighter?” She asked.I stuffed my hand into my pocket, in search of one. I took it out, handing it t

I chugged on the bottle of wine, downing every content and then wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. ou’ve always been a shadow, a shadow that lurks behind me for no reason.I tapped the ashes on the ashtray. I am getting addicted to you every minute. Every single time i look into those eyes, it gently caresses my thoughts. I get aroused by just watching you be a man.Still, I have plans. Plans to make you suffer, plans to make you wish you never trespassed. You are very smart and strange at the same time. I smirked.You are falling for me, and even though you are acting tough towards me, I can read the messages in your eyes.You are obsessed with me, and that’s your biggest mistake.“Hello! Who is home?!!” My door suddenly flung wide open with Zoe stepping into my apartment, holding shopping bags and a big tote bag.I was startled but when I saw her smiling face, I frowned.“You should know how to knock. Just because I registered your thumb prints on the scanner, that...”She rol

••••🍀RACHEL🍀|Manhattan,New York|Collins Manor|:|A Month Later|:“You haven’t eaten from your plate, my love. Do you want to have something else?” Father asked.We were having breakfast in the gazebo of the central garden that circumnavigated the paths that led to other peculiar gardens.My father lived a lavished lifestyle. Everything was to his disposal, he could afford anything he ever wanted due to his purchasing power. Unlike the satisfaction that wealth brought, it can never be substituted for happiness. I sighed, cutting into the Confit De Canard(Duck Confit) with aid of my cutleries. A French dish comprising of duck meat, salted and boiled in oil and then preserved in a cool place.It was my favorite dish as a child, thus, my father always made sure that it was specially prepared by one of the best chefs in the world and served to me whenever I wanted.I was spoiled by him. A spoilt brat who always had her way as long as the name Blake was concerned.Due to my father’s nature of