"Watch your step, ma'am," warned the taxi driver, lending a hand to help me with my suitcase.
Exiting the taxi, I settled the fare and expressed my gratitude to the driver. The city air, so familiar from my childhood, filled my lungs with joy. The sun's warmth and the gentle rustle of leaves enhanced the moment. Letting my hair down from its previously messy bun, I revealed the elegance and beauty within.Walking along the pavement toward my house, anxiety crept over me. This place, once my parents' home, held painful memories. My mom had passed away just before I started college, a time when I couldn't share my joy with her. My father swiftly replaced her with a new family, bringing in a mistress and her daughter. I suspected they were in the picture even while my mom was alive, given that my stepsister was a year younger.Life had turned into a nightmare since the arrival of my stepmother and stepsister. Initially excited about having a stepsibling, I found myself ignored and mistreated by Stephanie. Both Linda, my stepmother, and Stephanie joined forces to taunt and insult me, making college preparations agonizingly slow. Chores piled up, and my complaints to my father only worsened the situation. Richard, my father, not only showed disgust but also accused me of causing my mother's death.Entering my home, I noticed a few changes in fore familiar surroundings. Searching for my mother's picture, I breathed a sigh of relief upon finding it. My father, stepmother, and stepsister awaited me in the living room as if anticipating my arrival. I greeted my father, receiving a mere nod in response. Turning to my stepmother, I was met with a mocking stare."You don't have to look at her that way, Mom," Stephanie said, her mother laughing in response."Hi, Stephanie," I greeted my sister, but she mirrored the disdainful look her mother had given me, and they both busted into a mockery laughter.I tried to make my way to my room, but my father stopped me, insisting he had something important to say.Fear gripped me. I wondered if it was about my college tuition, a budget cut he had attempted before I left for college."Dad, can it wait? I'm really tired," I pleaded."It can't wait; it's very important," he insisted.I placed my suitcase near the walkway to my room and sat on the single-seater, opposite him and away from my stepmother and sister.“Maddie, I was approached by an investor to whom I owed money," he began, “I haven't been able to make the complete payment of the loan I took from him."“So, what did the investor want?" I asked, stating the obvious.“He said that in exchange for a cleared debt, I would have to agree to an arranged marriage between him and one of my daughters, who is a virgin.”“What?" both Stephanie and I exclaimed simultaneously.“What does that mean, Dad? Will I have to marry him?" I questioned, exchanging a glance with my sister, who was already glaring at me. The entire community knows her as promiscuous, touched by almost everyone in the area, and she shows no respect to her name.“Yes, Maddie, that's the point of telling you, isn't it?” my father almost shouted.“No! Richard, she doesn't get to have a nice life, and my daughter is stuck here,” my stepmother interrupted.“I didn't say I was done, Linda," he said slowly, taking his eyes from the flow towards Linda and then facing me.“You don't get to marry him; you get to sleep with him; your sister is the one getting married.”.My head felt heavy, my throat dried up, and my legs went numb; it was as if I had lost control of my own body. My step sister and mother shared my astonishment at my father's shocking statement."Dad, this would ruin me," I said slowly, tears welling up."So, you won't help me; is that what you're saying?" He asked, rising from his chair and advancing towards me.“I never said that; I have always helped you ever since mom died,” I tried to explain.“Don't say her name,” he roared at me, blaming me for my mom’s death as he always did.“You were the one who wanted to stay in school; you didn't care," he continued shouting. At that point, I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up, stared directly into his eyes, and spoke.“I didn't care," I shouted and cried, “You never told me mom was sick, and that was because you didn't know yourself." He was about to raise his hands on me when my stepmother intervened.“No, my dear," she said to my father, bringing a bit of ease. My stepmother had never protected me from my father's aggression before, and I was curious about why she chose to do so now.“There are other ways to go about all this," she stated. Realizing she wasn't rescuing me, I thought to myself. As she spoke, I saw my father’s face light up with remembrance."What, my dear?" she said, clearly enjoying the drama. Stephanie sat back, reveling in the whole spectacle.“You are going to do this, or you are an orphan; if you don't do this, you can say goodbye to your college funding and a family."“Dad! I am your daughter," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.“Yeah, you are; that is why you are going to do this," he said before leaving the sitting room.I knew I couldn't appeal to him anymore, so I turned to my stepmother."Please, Linda, talk to him; what if I were your own daughter?" I said, kneeling. She looked at me with disdain and spoke."My daughter is going to be a wealthy woman soon," she laughed and left the sitting room. I turned to Stephanie, who just shrugged me off and left. It was evident she was the happiest in the room.I sat in the living room, wailing in tears, with no idea what to do, and no one coming to help me.Maddie Since the beginning, it's been a relentless pursuit of perfection—planning and shopping consumed my days. My stepmother's lists were my guide, demanding precision. Stephanie, my stepsister, embodied the ideal bride in this whirlwind. In quiet moments, I attempted to breach her fortress, pleading with her to address the chaos with our father. "Stephanie, can we talk for a minute?" I implored, her gaze meeting mine in the mirror. "Sure," she replied, a subtle glare revealing her irritation. "I want to plead with you." "About what?" "About all of this," I said, bridging the gap between us. "I'm sleeping with your husband in your place." "What about it?" Her response hung in the air, a mix of detachment and a tempest of emotions beneath the surface. "What do you mean, what about it?" I exclaimed, shocked. "How can you be okay with this? I'm your sister, for crying out loud." "So, what do you want?" she retorted, standing up. "Huh? Tell me, you want to be the one to get m
Maddie I stirred from my sleep, hearing the subtle sounds of morning. Blinking against the brightness, I found myself in a room flooded with light. “Oh my God!” I gasped, leaping out of bed. Victor stood near the window, a detail I missed in my initial shock. Had I known, I wouldn't have screamed. He turned, confusion marking his face, which slowly morphed into anger. My throat went dry. Supposed to leave right after, but I had fallen asleep in his arms. Trying to slip away, his gaze fixed on me. “Don't move," he commanded, stern and unwavering. I froze. “I have two questions," his deep voice cut through the tension. I nodded, unable to speak. “What are you doing here?" I began to answer, but he raised a finger, cutting me off. “Don't lie to me, and what is going on?” My attempt to find the words failed. “Speak!" he shouted, the sound echoing through the house. Fear seized me; I trembled, lips glued together. “Why are you mute, you weren't quiet last night,” he continued with
Victor I continued thrusting, driven by an insatiable desire. Her moans echoed loudly, and her inner thighs were soaked, yet it wasn't enough. It had never been enough, especially since that fateful wedding night. The memory of it intensified my movements. She kept screaming my name, and as I reached my climax, thoughts of the woman from my wedding night flooded my mind, arousing me even more. The mere recollection of her sent shivers down my spine.“That was your best yet, Victor," the woman on my office sofa complimented. She had been a recurring presence, introduced by my friends who believed I needed distraction from the woman who had left an indelible mark on my wedding night. Yet, she was more than just a distraction; she unearthed emotions I never thought I possessed. Despite my inebriation that night, the memories lingered, haunting my thoughts.“You think?” I responded to her.“You still think of her, don't you?” Her question caught me off guard. She laughed, saying, “I migh
MaddieThe sun shone brightly as I got out of the airplane, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. It's been five years since I saw that tree staring back at me. The last time I saw it was the moment I looked back on my life years ago.I stepped into the limousine, and a wave of cold air from the AC gushed over me.As the limo drove through the familiar streets of New York, memories flooded back. I couldn't help but recall the challenges, pain, and heartache I endured during my time here. However, I was determined to focus on the positive changes in my life. My decision to pursue the scholarship and move to Italy had been a turning point, and now, returning after five years felt like a triumphant homecoming.“Where to, Ma?” My driver, Steven, asked.“The main workshop, please.” I replied to him.After leaving New York, it was hell. Upon arriving at the college, I was told that after a year I would have to live off campus. I worked two shifts every day after work, even after I ga
Maddie"Forgiveness?" . I thought to myself as I hurriedly left his office, fighting the tears from dropping my eyes. I wondered if it was possible and if healing was within reach.As I walked out of my father's office, the memories of everything he put me through flooded back.Maeve was waiting outside, concern all over her face."Well, that went better than expected," she said, trying to lighten up my mood."Let's not get ahead of ourselves," I replied. I was still processing everything that just happened."Now that we have settled on the venue issue, we need to make sure all other things are in order. If this show isn't a success, then there is no point in coming back to New York.""I got you, babe. You know that, but you need to take it slow too. You can't bottle up all your feelings." Maeve said, trying to get me to talk about what went down with my father."Watch me," I said to her with a stern face."Ma'am, is time?" I looked up to Steven talking, then looked at my wristwatch.
Victor"Hmm, hmm." Stephanie moaned loudly. Her ass was facing me as she laid on the table, with me thrusting inside of her."Faster, oh, you feel so good." She kept going on loudly. I spanked her as she came all over my dick.I wasn't close yet, even with her big ass and her moans. My mind flashbacks to my wedding night, and adrenaline pumped through my system."Stay put, I'm coming." I commanded as I pumped my seeds into the condom.Yeah, condom, I have been careful to use it ever since Stephanie and I started fucking. I have never been careful with anyone this way."That was amazing, Victor." She said this as she lay next to the bed beside the table."Hmmm," I replied to her nonchalantly."Come on, how much more do I need to prove myself?" She said, getting tears.My attitude toward her hasn't changed, nor has her ambition to be my wife again.Like that would ever happen."This is everything I got on Kingsley. With this, you can get the client from him." She said, handing me an env
Maddie"What the hell is he doing here?!". Surprise was written all over my face. Of all the places, I never expected him to be here at my fashion show."Madison..." Victor spoke, coming close to me."It's Maddie, just Maddie." I told him, but he just kept staring at me."I'm sorry, but it's been a long time. Last time I saw you, we were both in a weird situation."While he was speaking, a familiar figure came down the red carpet towards us."Maddie?" What are you doing here?"Stephanie asked with disdain in her voice."What am I doing here? Are those supposed to be the right questions?" I asked, laughing."I thought you left the city." She said"I did, and I'm back. What are you doing here?""I didn't know it was your show till I got here." She said that. I noticed her moving close to Victor, trying to hold his hands. But he smacked her hands down and moved closer to me."Don't come any further." Maeve, who has been watching the whole thing, stood between myself and Victor."It's oka
MaddieI woke up to the sun on my face and the non stop buzzing of my phone. I have a busy schedule today, and hearing the sound of my phone isn't helping.I stood up, did my daily routine, and headed for the kitchen to get myself a coffee drink. The house was silent, which means Aiden and Caleb had left for school.My heart ached at that; at least I saw them before they went to bed last night. But it isn't enough. I knew that.Taking a sip of my coffee, I went through my phone to see a lot of messages from Maeve, and they were not good."Where are you, girl?. You need to get here ASAP." Oversleeping wasn't my thing, except when I was truly tired. I drank all the coffee and hurriedly left for the office.I wore a short body hug singlet gown with a white shirt, a long light jacket, and sneakers. I complimented my looks with a black shade, and I felt good about myself.I arrived at the office to see a lot of cameras and reporters at my entrance."What the hell?" I almost shouted."Shoul