LILIYA
Let me start by saying, this was not my idea.I would rather be in my apartment now, under my duvet, stuffing my mouth with snacks and a handful of lollipops while watching a new series on my laptop to celebrate my graduation from college. But my non-identical twin sister, Inessa believed herself a 'social butterfly' and because of it, I'd been dragged out to party in a club with more drunk people than the number of Popes in the world.The neon blue lights were the only breaks in the darkness and apparently, it was more than enough for the clubbers. I resisted the urge to shield my ears from the deafening offbeat music blaring from the speakers, as it was so not my scenerio. Still, I smiled at anyone who approached me, even if it didn't ease the discomfort I strongly felt.
"I'll be going to the washroom now, Liya. I won't be long, stay here and wait." Nessa spoke suddenly. I grabbed her wrist, causing her to whirl around fast."Please don't be long, Nessa. This place makes me really uncomfortable." I pleaded and she snatched her hand away from me, replying,"You're twenty two and you just graduated college, that should tell you that you're a full adult now, more than ever. My advice? Act like it." Then she huffed and hurried off. I wasn't taken aback or anything. The fact that we were twins didn't mean we were friends. Just... acquaintances, if it could be termed so.I looked around discreetly and straightened my back, because I could not risk anyone seeing me like this. Out of element. Weak. So, I continued sitting there like I wasn't about to faint from how claustrophobic I felt and to tone down the feeling, I took more and more shots until I needed to visit the washroom myself.
I wobbled in my heels and pulled my short, strapless bodycon dress down, even if the gesture did practically nothing. This was another thing I was against. Inessa refused my proposal of coming to the club in oversized shirts and trousers—my niche, since she wanted to match clothes, which was why she got matching dresses for us.Now, I wished I'd just stood my ground because I truly hated the unnecessary attention the stupid dress awarded to my unflattering hip dips. Yeah, from the front, I looked like a cute little P, when it was the last thing I was. I despised it. The bartender asked if I was fine and I just waved it off, going towards the bathroom.
I walked briskly along the hallway, absolutely abhorring how the click of my heels earned me more stares than I wanted to myself. But I didn't lower my head, no matter how uncomfortable I felt, because I was not taught to cower. It had little or nothing to do with how confident I was—no, it was more like a knee-jerk reaction of some sort. Being raised in a mafia home could do that to you. I was not as confident as I would've liked to be, but I knew how to look the part. I knew how to fake it.The moment I was inside a washroom section, I felt like I was being watched. It was some kind of ability.. I could sense a presence before seeing it."Who's there?" I called out but was met with silence. When I asked again, the sound of two people making out answered me. I hurriedly got on with what I came there for, embarrassed on their behalf.After my business, I was about to head back to the main hall, where the party was still in full swing, when my eyes lurched on something. I crossed to the other side of the hallway before I bent slowly and picked it up—Henri's brooch. What was my fiancee's brooch doing in a club when he told me he didn't have time to come with me? How I knew it was his? I have it to him myself on his last birthday and the brooch even had his initials on it, which I'd written myself.I looked up even slower and my eyes landed on the door directly in front of my face. I placed the side of my head against the door and heard nothing. So, either the door was soundproof or there was really no one inside. I shook my head as if it would rid my brain of the kind of intrusive thoughts going through it and turned, starting to head back to the party.
Five steps after, I turned back and began to move towards the door again. I twisted the knob and tried to push it open, but it was locked. Great, so no one was in there all along. Just me and my stupid imaginations. A pang of guilt clawed at my chest when I realized what I thought Henri was doing. I closed my eyes and exhaled a breath, beginning to walk away."Who the hell is it?" I heard Nessa's voice at the same time I heard the door being pulled open."Nessa?" I barely whispered when I turned to her, like I couldn't believe it. Maybe because the last place I thought I'd find my sister was in a room, only covered in a flimsy towel. But maybe I was only hallucinating. After all, I was half-drunk and also without my glasses. I pinched myself, but she was still there. She scowled at me and I walked towards her, not caring that I saw two of her for a while. She looked back for a second, but didn't stop me from walking to her, almost tripping over my heels in the process.Henri's brooch which I saw kept forcing images into my head... I needed to see who was in here with her. I craned my neck to look inside the room. Sure enough, a male figure was sprawled on the bed and I squinted my eyes because the lights in the room was turned off, but I still saw nothing tangible. Nothing familiar. I moved back and my shoulders slouched. Henri was not here. 'I should stop doubting him now, I really should.' I thought guiltily.
I looked into the room again, one last time, and was just in time to see the male place his phone close to his lips and speak into it,"Hey, sweets. Got a call from work, had to head home to finish up something. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you but I promise I'll make it up to you. Oh, and happy graduation, sweets."Sure enough, after he brought his phone down, my phone beeped but I didn't regard it, instead I glared at the liar in the dark room with so much anger swirling in my eyes. My body shook all over and my chest squeezed so hard that I thought I would die on the spot because of how much it hurt. By now, all the effects of the excess alcohol had wiped from my system. I squeezed my palm into a fist and the pain of my fingers digging into my flesh confirmed that I was not dreaming.Don't cry, don't cry. I chanted in my head.Nessa rolled her eyes at my reaction and spoke, "So, he cheated. Break up with him and get out. We were just preparing for round two." She smirked.Don't cry, Don't cry."Sweets." Henri's voice came, barely a whisper. I reminded myself not to cry once more as I walked inside, dragging my sister with me. I was shaking as I walked, and it was not as a result of how chilly the room was. On getting to the bed, I pushed Nessa onto Henri's sweaty body and ignored the spurt of cum on his chest as I took two pictures."What are you doing?!" Nessa cried out. There was pain in my smirk when I replied,"Showing the world that you aren't Papa's perfect daughter, after all.""Sweets, please don't do this. Let's talk about this. I love you, and I'm going to marry you. This was a mistake." Henri pleaded, still sitting on the bed with his fingers scratching his beard; something he did when he was frustrated. I turned to glare daggers at him."My name is Liliya. Anything else from you and I swear to God, you'll be getting your dick cut off." I assured him. Nessa was next to speak,"Liya, dad cannot afford a scandal right now and you know it." She reasoned, getting off Henri and tightening her towel. It was true. Papa was running for an election for the position of a mayor back in Russia. His standing was good, but any slight mistake could throw him off pedal. We both knew that."Did you care about that when you slept with him?" I almost barked at her. She rolled her eyes."Okay, you can be with him. I'll just make do with one round. It's not like he's infected or anything, I just wanted a taste." Nessa told me with a nonchalant shrug. I wanted to slap her so bad, but then Henri would thrive on that. He'd think I was fighting for him, and I'd never fight for a man.Never again."We're over." I announced with an indifference I did not feel and started to pull his engagement ring off my finger. We all stood awkwardly as I struggled with the undersize band—something I'd decided to overlook because of my feelings for him. I'd made excuses for him when he couldn't get my ring size right; even when Nessa had mocked me for it.The ring finally came off after a full minute of pulling and I chucked it at him, then walked away from the scene, but he did not go after me. That was what caused the first tear to slip and then another, until I wiped them away furiously. What was the fun in crying when I could do something even more entertaining?
‘Brace yourselves, tonight's the devil's night.’LILIYA"I'm going to be riding you tonight, baby." My nose twisted in disgust from the words I'd just heard from a woman beside me, as I downed yet another glass of strong alcohol. The bitter taste lingered in the back of my throat and I twisted my face in agony.Again, how did people get addicted to such an intolerable liquid? But maybe, I thought then, maybe they didn't get addicted to the alcohol itself, but the effects rather. It was a perfect escape. An easy route to temporarily escape your problems. Now that I think of it, what would we have done without alcohol?Yes, I'd come here with something else in mind. Give Henri a taste of his own medicine by cheating back—because that was what most of the girls in the romance ebooks I'd read did, but then I realized I couldn't bring myself to do it while sober, so I decided to drown myself in drinks again.I planned to drink until I was brave enough to go off with one of the men who'd been ogling me and paying for some of my drinks. T
LILIYAI was going to die.Apparently, this man did not lie when he said he'd be fucking my mouth. I was now a mess on my knees with my palms on his hard thighs, my oxygen supply limited considerably and my face red from his assault. It was almost like he was punishing me for something, and I knelt there, opening my mouth wider anytime he commanded me to.His dick slammed into my mouth repeatedly, reaching places I'd never dreamt of any man getting to. I was so tempted to touch myself, but the two times I'd tried, he'd smacked my hands away. My eyes were filled with tears which trailed down to my breasts, but he kept going with the same merciless rhythm."Fuck," he muttered suddenly and pulled me up by my arm abruptly, with his dick still hard as a rock. His dick left my mouth with a pop. He hadn't cum yet after he'd fucked my mouth for so long? I was thrown onto a mattress before I got an answer to my unasked question and I propped up on my elbows to watch him unbutton his shirt in t
DICERunning late for my wedding was not the plan.I was not known for being late at events, but today, I had a business to finish before I could head to the wedding venue. Almost an hour had passed and the bastard before me was still refusing to give me the answers I requested for. I needed to wrap this up.I tilted my head to the side wordlessly and Ethan, one of my guards, slammed the heel of his metal gun against the fucker's temple. He yelped, and blood splashed on my navy blue suit from wherever. I bent to his level and meeting his tired eyes, I told him the words that usually did it for anyone,"Since you are not ready to give us information on where your boss ran off to, I'll take care of it myself, but that would be after I visit your two children and pregnant wife, waste them, and bring the woman's head to you on a platter. I could make it gold, if you want." I saw the raw fear in his eyes before his face showed it. Bingo. Threatening with the family worked everytime. I coul
LILIYA"... welcome to the start of your worst nightmare."I gulped and sat back straight. Worst nightmare? Just what kind of grudge did this man hold against me? After a few seconds, I turned to him again, trying so hard to not look at his fingers or anywhere else that could remind me of that night. He'd probably forgotten about it it anyways. Me? Not so much."Why? You were the one who left." I accused. He scoffed, then tilted his head to look at me with those pitch black eyes like I was some pest. I willed myself to keep my eyes on him, even if his eyes spat larva directly on my skin."Of course. I reckon it is about this time that I get the blame for leaving my bestfriend behind without saying goodbye?" He asked in a taunting manner. I looked away briefly, fisting my palms to calm my nerves."What exactly are you mad about, Dice?" I queried with annoyance, looking at him again. A shiver ran through my spine when I saw that his eyes were still on me.Dice's jaw ticked monstrously
LILIYAHe pushed away from me before I could question the meaning of his statement. Then, he called a help to take me back to my room. That day was the last I'd seen him around.One week after that day, I was huddled in my room, dressed in baggy boy shorts and an oversized hoodie, whilst emailing Papa about the thousands of reasons I would not agree to be an ordinary housewife to Dice. I could not believe Papa had spent millions to send me to one of the best colleges, only to decide that I'd be a housewife because Dice said so. Speaking of Dice, I really needed to give that man a piece of my mind already—when he reappeared from wherever he was hiding.A reply from my last message came immediately, ‘I will take care of everything, soon, malyshka. Trust me.’I allowed myself a tear in that moment, as reality dawned on me. Dice's revenge probably involved taking my dreams away as well. Just who did he think he was? Slamming my laptop shut and wiping the tear, I half-ran to the kitchen t
LILIYADice tilted his head to whisper against my ear in that smooth British accent, "Bold of you to think I would be repeating the mistake I made that night. If I want to fuck a woman, I'd get one."Gasping, I took some steps back and hot tears pricked the back of my eyes. He stared back at me with those blank eyes as I struggled to get a grip of myself."You'd rather pay to fuck a woman than your wife?" I asked him sourly. "I'd pay anything they asked, if it meant that I won't lay my hands on you." He responded matter-of-factly."I hate you, God, I don't know what you've turned into and I hate this new you so much." I spat out, my entire body shaking with anger. He smirked, because he never smiled; the sadist."Feeling is mutual, princess."I asked then, "Then why did you get married to me? You should've married one of those women." "Those women do not deserve a man like me, princess. You, on the other hand..." He trailed off, knowing that I'd gotten the point."Why? Why do I dese
DICEShe shook her head no, automatically, a blush coating her cheeks. I had no good reason to ask her to sit on my lap, of course, but there was no turning back now. "You are forgetting you have to keep me happy, princess." I told her. She crossed her arms around her chest and stared pointedly at me, until she made her decision.Then, she scooted closer to my side and gently placed herself on my lap. Her body was on mine again. Focus.I reached out and pushed her silky hair to the side. She shifted on my lap, her breathing labored, and I held her hip still at once. At this rate, I was sure she felt the hardness of my cock against her ass. The traitor always betrayed me whenever this woman was in sight; even with the hideous clothes she usually wore.I picked up the spoon then, and started to gather some rice with it. She gasped and asked in a raspy tone, "W-what are you doing?" I brought the spoon to her lips. "Open."She turned to face me, her eyes searching for something in mine.
LILIYAOn this day, after two weeks of being married to Dice, I was finally going out. I should be excited, but I wasn't really. It was why I dreaded going out; I knew the paparazzi was going to come for me.If it was some years back, in highschool, I'd jump at the thought of being photographed by picture-hungry journalists, but a lot of things changed after highschool.Though I was in some sort of prison with Dice, I was not restricted from going out. Only, I could not go out for a job interview of any kind and I was also not allowed to head out without one of those robotic guards.One last glance at the mirror and I decided I was good to go. I mean, no one could go wrong with a flannel shirt, a camisole and cute baggy jeans, right? I hoped so. I just really wanted to be comfortable.I adjusted my glasses and raced down the stairs like a child on heavy sugar, then stopped in my tracks when I was finally downstairs. Cecilia stood there, in the middle of the hall, smiling lovingly at a