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Chapter 2

He had a crazed look in his eyes, and he grabbed me roughly. I was terrified, and I screamed, but Marcus put his hand over my mouth. He pushed me onto the bed and began to tear off my clothes. I can’t believe that my Stepbrother, Marcus was raping me.

“Marcus, please don’t do this to me!” I begged him, crying.

“I love you, Monica. Just let me taste you,” he said, aggressively.

“No please, “I begged him again as I cried.

I had been trying to push Marcus off of her for what felt like an eternity. I had been struggling to break free of his grasp, but his strength was too overwhelming. He had been pressing me down into the bed with his body weight, and my screams were muffled by the pillow I was trying to bury my face into.

"No please," I begged him as my tears fell down.

Just as I felt like all hope was lost, the bedroom door flew open and there stood Conrad. He had seen Marcus on top of me. His eyes widened in shock and his jaw dropped open.

Without thinking, Conrad charged across the room and grabbed Marcus by the shoulders, pulling him off of me. Marcus stumbled back, grabbing for his clothes that were scattered around the floor.

"Conrad," I uttered, emotionally.

"What the fuck did you do?!" he shouted.

"I trusted you, Monica!" he shouted again.

I could clearly see the anger in his eyes at that time. His reaction was not what I expected.

"Conrad, he raped me!" I insisted.

"Rape?!" he raised his voice.

"I'm his boyfriend. We have a relationship," Marcus insisted.

"That's not true!" I denied.

I saw Conrad shake and poke me. I didn't think he would trust Marcus anymore. The man who destroyed my femininity made him believe more.

"Liar! You two go together!" he shouted.

“I don’t want to see you anymore!” he shouted angrily.

He stormed out of the room and left me alone with Marcus.

"Conrad! Conrad!" I shouted.

I screamed and shouted, hoping Conrad would hear me and come to my rescue, but he didn't. I knew he wouldn't. He had chosen to believe Marcus and leave me in this vulnerable state.

I felt no pleasure, just a sense of accomplishment that I had managed to take my revenge on the man who had ruined my life.

“Is this what you want?!” he frowned.

As I lay there, my body shaking with rage and pain, I realized that although I had taken my revenge, I had also managed to take away a part of my innocence and dignity. I was no longer the same person I was before. And for that, I was deeply hurt.

The pain of betrayal was still fresh in my mind as I looked at Marcus. I had been desperate to let him use my body because it was already useless.

“Is this what you want, right?!”I asked emphatically.

“Yes of course. You know how much I like it but I thought you don’t…” Before he continued to speak, I kissed him torridly.

“Uhmmmmm,” he moaned.

I knew Marcus was shocked when I asked him to fuck me again. I had asked him to do it before and he had refused. But I was so desperate this time that I didn't care if he used my body again.

Conrad had already left me judged me and chose to believe Marcus. And I never expected my stepbrother to betray me like this. I was so depressed that I could hardly take it.

“I love you, Monica. Uhmmm,” he moaned again.

“Fuck you,” my mind says.

But even in my despair, I still wanted Marcus. I wanted him to make me forget the pain of betrayal. I don’t care about my body anymore. So I looked at Marcus and said it again, “Fuck me now!”

And so, Marcus and I had sex, and for a few moments, I was able to forget the pain of betrayal. But when it was over, the pain returned, and I knew that I was only delaying the inevitable. I couldn't stop my tears from falling while he was on top of me.

Time felt like it was standing still as I watched the days pass by. I had heard the news that Conrad had married Fiona and I was devastated. Marcus, only added to my pain as he taunted me, saying that Conrad had never loved me. I felt lost and confused, with no clue as to what I should do. I was so depressed that I could barely bring myself to get out of bed.

“Just forget her, Monica. I am here for you,” Marcus said to me.

“Let’s move out! I said desperately.

It was against my will to leave the house I grew up in for several years. But I really decided to leave Apollo to forget him.

Over the years my life with Marcus became miserable. I still can't be happy and I feel more mixed with anger and pain now.

While I was lying in my room, Marcus got inside and I was shocked when she suddenly approached me and pulled my hair tightly. He is like a monster who is very angry.

“What else should I do to make you love me, Monica?!”he asked sarcastically.

“What’s wrong with you?!”I asked emphatically.

“I did everything to make you happy in bed, huh?!” he asked as he frowned.

“But why I can’t feel your love?!” he shouted and he was obviously drunk.

"What?!" he shouted as he pulled my hair more tightly.

“You can have my fucking body but not my heart!” I answered emphatically.

He was very angry at what I said and pushed me away. He slammed the door and left me inside the room.

I wanted to forget all about Conrad, but the heartache kept returning. I spent my days in misery, unable to even think about the future. Every night, I lay in bed and cried myself to sleep.

I felt so alone and helpless. I wanted to find a way to free myself from the pain, but I couldn't find the strength to do so. I wanted to believe that Conrad had loved me, but I couldn’t accept how he judged and left me after all.

At night, Marcus came home drunk and suddenly entered the room. He immediately lay on top of me while I was lying down.

I just let him do what he was doing because I got used to it. But I was surprised when he suddenly slapped me again.

"What now?!" he raised his voice.

"I want to hear your moan. Why do you sound dead?!" he shouted.

But I didn't say a word. I just let him go and he got even angrier with me. He pulled my hair and dragged me out the door

"That's enough, Marcus. What the hell!" I shouted.

“Whether you like it or not. I'm the only one who can own you!”

“You are mine only. Your moan is just mine!" he said firmly with obvious obsession in his eyes.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I can't love you, Marcus?!” My body is all you can possess!" I replied emphatically.

I saw the anger and disappointment in his eyes. He hardly slapped my face again. But we both stopped when we saw a man in black and covered his face with a mask while pointing the gun in our direction.

"Who are you?!" Marcus asked.

"How did you get in here?!" he asked again.

But only a loud gunshot was the answer. I was stunned by what I witnessed in front of me.

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