Chapter 89
The memory resurfaced like an old sca
scar, still stinging despite the decades that had passed, Caroline sat in the dim light of her study, eyes unfocused as the past played before her eyes. It was a night that had changed everything, one she could never forget, no matter how hard she tried.
“Oh! Ah Y–You’re going too rough!”
Her younger self had gasped, barely able to breathe as Conrado Velande’s body pressed relentlessly against hers. The pain and pleasure mixed in an unbearable swirl that left her gasping for air, her body betraying her as it responded to his every movement.
“Please be gentle Oh god! Ohh!“.
The innocence she once had–the purity that should have been cherished–was taken by the very man she had been promised to. Her thoughts had been muddled, confused by the heat and desperation that flooded her holy, all because of that cursed bottle of red wine. She didn’t want this, but she couldn’t control herself under its influence.
How had it come to this? Caroline, just a girl at the time, barely more than a bride–to–be, had fallen into a trap. That red wine–laced with something wicked–had made her feel desperate, as if she craved more even when it hurt.
Was this Conrado’s plan all along? How many other women had been tricked, seduced, and ruined by him!
I can’t stop now, Caroline. You’re so gorgeous, my wife.
Those words had been a mockery of everything she believed marriage should be. He had called her his wife, even though the marriage had not yet taken place. The way he had spoken to her then, the lust in his voice–it was so different from how he had treated her just hours earlier. On the dance floor, he had insulted her, told her she was ugly. Now, he was consumed with desire, and she was helpless beneath him.
Her heart had faced, and not from excitement. Fear coursed through her veins, but her body–her traitorous body–had betrayed her. Moans escaped her lips, ones she didn’t want him to hear. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her, blending the lines between pain and pleasure. between wanting him to stop and needing him to continue.
“Hmm“” She remembered how her nails had dug into his back, tears sliding down her cheeks as he pushed deeper, filling her in ways she never thought possible. The pain had been unbearable at first, but slowly, it morphed into something she couldn’t quite name. Something she hated herself for craving.
“It hurts Please please!!” Her voice had been desperate, a plea for some form of mercy that never came. She didn’t even know what she was asking for–whether she wanted him to stop or continue until there was nothing left but the pleasure that now consumed her.
“My wife, he had murmured, his lips brushing her tear–stained cheeks, his body pressing her down further into the bed. His chest was hard against her softness, his weight overwhelming. “You’ll be fine. Just let me ravish you”
Wife. That word had echoed in her mind like a curse. She wasn’t his wife–not yet. But he spoke as if she already belonged to him. As if their lives were already bound together forever. In that moment, she was nothing more than a prize he had chimed
“Don’t think about anything che now. Caroline,” his voice had slithered into her ear, possessive and full of arrogance. “It I only make me want to f**k your brain out”
The shock of his words had jolted her, her eyes widening in disbelief. She could barely comprehend the audacity of it all. But as his hips moved again, she had lost the ability to think. The pleasure had taken over, obliterating everything else.
Her legs had spread wider, her body giving in despite her mind’s protests. His name had fallen from her lips, a desperate cry she didn’t want to make
“Oh, Courado, ohh!
“That’s it, moan my name. Caroline,” he had groaned, his mouth latching onto her, teasing her in ways she had never known possible. She was lost her thoughts nothing but a haze of need and shame
tup. The memories of
When she woke the next morning, every part of her ached. Her body had felt heavy, her legs trembling as she had tried to sit up. the previous night crashed down on her like a wave, suffocating and relentless.
Conrado had taken advantage of her.
The drug, the wine–it was all his doing. He had seen her falter the moment she took that sip. He had seen stopped. He had used it to fulfill his own desires.
I seen the effects it had on her, and he hadn’t
“You’re awake”
She had flinched at the sound of his voice, deep and unyielding. Slowly, she had turned her head, her heart sinking as she saw him standing there,
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watching her with eyes cold and calculating. He had looked at her like a prestator, and she was his prey.
“I already prepared clothes for you in the bathroom. Take a bath first, and we’ll have breakfast-
can’t standi
Tup” Her voice had been sharp, cutting through the false calm he had been trying to maintain. Her body trembled with anger. Jannilution burning deep within her. “Thanks to you. I can’t stand up!”
He had been silent for a moment, just watching her. His lips pressed into a thin line as she tried to hold back her tears, her entire being cold with regret and disgust
“I’ll call a few maids to help you-
“Why did you do that?” she had interrupted, her voice trembling. “Why did you take advantage of me?”
Conrado’s brows had furrowed, his gaze hardening. “Why did you drink that red wine in the first place! I only detoxified you, and it meant nothing more than that”
She had stared at him in disbelief. “So you’re blaming me for what happened? Why did you even have that kind of thing in the room where they told me to go!”
Her fury had been uncontrollable, her voice shaking as she tried to comprehend his cold indifference
“Don’t make what happened last night a big deal. We’re going to get married anyway, and we
She had been speechless. How could he speak so callously about what he had done to her?
“Besides,” he had added, “I asked you twice last night if you wanted me to touch you. You answered once with a yes. I don’t see why you’re wronging
we’ll still have
With that, he had left the room, leaving her in a state of shuuck. Vec, die lud uid yes, but it hadn’t been her choice. It had been the drug controlling
Carobne closed her eyes, the memory still vivid still painful. The years hadn’t dulled at Conrado had been ruthless, cold, and calculating. Even now, after all these years, she could never forgive him fat what he had done to her
But in a few short months after that night, she had married him. The man who had taken everything from her would become her husband. And she had no choice but to live with the consequen, es
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