All Chapters of HIS VICIOUS REVENGE | BOOK 2: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"She is so simple, I wonder why would Mr Smith marry her?" A young maid drew nearer to her friend and whispered, her fingers lighting the scented candles."No, why? I think she is quite beautiful. Jesus, how I wish I had hair like hers!" The other one stated as she skillfully arranged the white flowers next to the candles, the two together filling the room with their opulent fragrance. She returned her gaze to the newlywed's face. "Her eyes are so beautiful and sparkling.""But why doesn't she look happy? I haven't heard a word since she—"A low coughing sound echoed throughout the luxurious walls putting an end to the unnecessary whispering. The elderly maid Amanda threw an angry glance towards the younger ones who seemed more focused on talking about their new mistress than hurrying and finishing up their work. The maids gulped. It was strictly forbidden to discuss their master, Kevin, or anything he does. Fearful of the consequences, the younger maids sealed their lips and began wo

Emma's eyes widened in terror as she saw him yanking his shirt off his shoulders, allowing it to pool on the floor and reveal his firm tanned skin. It was a sight that most women would find attractive and enticing but not Emma. All she felt was fear. All she could see was her destruction. All she could hear was her nearly deafening pulse. Panicked, she looked into his smoldering gray eyes, which now brimmed with unrestrained desire, and her heart pounded with fear as she instinctively shrank back. He would surely dirty her tonight. "Get undressed for me," Kevin commanded and walked over to the bed's side table, his bulging muscles adding to her fright. Emma couldn't move. Her breathing became ragged as she watched him getting ready to devour her. To ruin her innocence. He was ready to devour everything her fragile body had to offer. Emma gulped. She had never been with a man before, never felt any kind of intimacy. As a woman, she had fantasized to reach this point in her life,

Something was wrong. I could feel it. I've been worried about her ever since I left her in his room. She appeared so solemn and quiet. To be more specific, numb. As if she had lost everything. This is not how newlywed women behave, especially when their husband is such an influential and desired man. Something was clearly wrong. Something I couldn't quite pin down.Her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to hide, I couldn't forget the sorrows and fear that were reflecting in those hazel eyes. Was she perhaps coerced into this wedding?But why would Kevin force her when he didn't lack anything himself? He's perfect. He's every woman's dream. Jesus, nothing was making sense at all. I couldn't reach any conclusion. Her pale face and those sad eyes were all I could recall. She exuded an aura of melancholy and uncertainty, as though she was going through something very hard. My mind wandered back to the first time she was brought here. She seemed fine. Yes, she was quiet back then t

"Where were you?" A deep, velvety voice caught her off guard. Startled, she spun towards the sound, only to find herself face to face with him again. There he sat on the couch exuding an undeniable aura of power and allure. Emma's throat grew parched, her fingers anxiously gripping the fabric of her dress as a surge of fear and shame washed over her. She had believed, naively, that she would make it home before him but fate was not on her side."I asked you something, Emmeline Smith," he repeated, giving an extended pause on the word, Smith as though asserting she was his to command. Kevin's words cut through the relentless stream of questions swirling in her mind, his sharp tone enough to convey his seething rage."I was at the hospital," her voice came out as a whisper, barely audible while her slightly puffy eyes refused to look into his ocean-deep ones that were giving her all the attention she dreaded. The shame was too obvious to let go. He had seen her naked. He had done di

After dirtying her and cleaning himself, the man wore a black bathrobe that covered his glistening muscles flawlessly and stepped out of the bathroom leaving her alone in there. Realizing his departure Emma couldn't hold back her sobs anymore. She put a hand on her mouth and sank to her knees, feeling her legs giving up on her. Days of weakness and severe pain between her legs rendered her unable to even stand. It was expected as intense back-to-back sessions were undoubtedly exhausting for a girl who hadn't been sexually active her entire life.With her bare back against the cold tiles, Emma sat down on the wet floor. The shower was still on, washing away all the filthiness and sweeping away her tears but the feeling of his touch still lingered on her body. She was still able to feel his possessive touch and hear his lustful grunts and sinful whispers. Emma sobbed uncontrollably while curling her knees to her chest and hugging her shoulders crying her heart out. While agreeing o