Welcome to my sinister world Archie Villarreal, a handsome young man with dark blond hair, dark brown eyes, a toned body, is in the corner of the room, sitting manly in the armchair near the window. The dark room is illuminated by moonlight that gently filters through the thin white curtains.
The man is smoking a cigarette to appease his anger at the Watson family, at the girl who will be his prisoner. Eager to make her pay for his mockery, he has his gaze fixed on the door, his gaze is like a burning fire that increases when he sees her open and sees the figure of his escort Jason, who in his arms carries Kiara unconscious.
"Sir," his breathing is agitated and cigarette smoke permeates his nostrils, knowing that his boss is stressed. I have complied. "Go ahead," he orders, and Jason directs his steps to the bed, where he carefully lays the girl down and then, as he resumes his position, Archie says, "Get out!" Jason, upon hearing the order, bows a mini-bow and leaves.
Villarreal drops the cigarette butt on the floor and then stands up without taking his eyes off her, but when he sees her move and complains under his breath, he stops his steps and crosses his arms.
"Help," he hears her beg. No, please don't hurt me," the man frowns, because that voice is different from that of the girl who made fun of him. Enraged by that voice, he takes his seat again without taking his eyes off her, when suddenly he sees her sit up on the bed suddenly and look to the sides in anguish.
"Where am I?" She asks but feels a slight dizziness that makes her bring her hands to her head. ¡Shoot... I don't feel well! She tries to calm down to reduce the dizziness, but her fear of being in an unknown place torments her, so, in her ignorance, she stands up and, holding on to the walls, reaches the front door to open it.
Which was absurd because Jason locked the door. "No!" No! He struggles to open it. God...! Where am I? Where has that man brought me? She tries to open the door again, not noticing that she is being watched silently. Oh, what if they are going to sell me! To remove my organs! To abuse me! He snapped, filling himself with despair.
Surely that old Villarreal is going to want to take advantage of me. I have to escape! She turns and sees the silhouette of a man who filled her with panic. Who are you...? Her legs begin to tremble.
You... are you old Villarreal? I'll tell you I know martial arts, sir! I'm here against my will, and I'm going to escape from this place where I've been forcibly taken," Kiara feels like her heart is going to jump out of how fast she is because she only sees that silhouette, but not exactly who it is and what her intentions are. She despairs that this person is in total silence, but what panicked her the most was seeing him stand up.
She swallowed thick when she saw that imposing silhouette, a tall man whose cold gaze she can feel on her. "One more step... and I do not answer, Mr. Villarreal! The girl stamps her back on the wooden door, wishing she could escape from that cold and at the same time hot room. Archie is so upset that sparks are flying; he has his hands clenched and continues to approach her.
"Stop!" Kiara screams at the top of her lungs because fear got the better of her. She has never been alone with a man and even more so in a dark room where she feels like a prisoner. "If you know so much about martial arts, defend yourself," Archie uses a different tone of voice, as he is one sunset away from her. "Believe me, sir... that she doesn't want to see him do it," Kiara already salivates when she sees him a few centimeters away from her. That smell of such a manly perfume mixed with the aroma of the cigarette permeates his nostrils.
This is a mistake. "Shh," she whispers as she places her index finger on those fleshy lips. From that touch Watson felt a tingle in his crotch, for he had never felt a caress in that way. Villarreal can hear his heavy breathing, one that is mixed with fear, but at the same time with a low moan that attracts him for no reason.
"You are my wife now, and you will not escape me. "What!?" Kiara exclaims regardless of the fact that he has his finger on his lips. "Now you are under my dominion, you will pay for having mocked me.
"But I..." he tries to explain. "Silence!" My orders must be carried out even if it is against your will, even if you know martial arts. I am the one who commands and you must abide by everything I tell you.
I told you that you were going to pay me for it and you still made fun of me. "You are me..." He didn't let her finish because he grabbed her by the neck without exerting force and cornered her even more at the door.
The girl trembles like a frightened bunny. "Every day of your life you're going to regret making fun of me, so don't play innocent and take off your clothes. "What...?" The girl's heart almost came out of her chest. She trembles even more fearful at the strict order of the man unknown to her.
"Stop shaking like I'm going to kill you!" You're not a virgin, so proceed now." He brings his face to Kiara's ear. Welcome to my sinister world, where you are my little toy and we'll see if you learn not to make fun of the wrong man. CHAPTER 4 Who the Have You Brought Me To? Take off your clothes? That is something that fills her with helplessness, because she remembers Chloe, her twin.
And it outrages her because she is the one who always pays because of Chloe, always. "I don't want to be part of her world," she muttered, "if you don't do what I tell you, your family will be ruined, you have no idea what I'm capable of doing just to see you on your knees begging "my family..." she whispers and her eyes moisten because the only member of her family who loves her is her younger sister, Lia.
"I'll leave your family bankrupt, they won't have anything and they'll starve, is that what you want?" he asks arrogantly and she cries silently. Her tears slide down her blushing cheeks-if you obey none of that will happen..."
I don't do anything to my family, least of all to my little sister, she... he's just an innocent little angel from the cold heart of the Watsons, please..." Kiara sobs, because her sister is her reason for living in this miserable life that has fallen to her "I'll do what you tell me..."
Archie moves away from the girl and not because he sees what she will do, but it is strange to him that the pretentious woman who made fun of him is crying in that way for the family. "Sir..." his voice is trembling as he takes off his wide shirt "just have pity on me" he drops his shirt and then takes off his pants.
Villarreal's questions fade when he sees the silhouette of the girl, his mouth waters and his little friend reacts without being touched, it is literally surprising that desire increases like flames of fire that need to be calmed. "I'm ready..." he whispers and the truth is that she is not because she is a virgin.
The reasoning blinded him, his gaze is darker and the body of his body incites him more, as he approaches her again and takes her hands to take her to his head holding her practically crucified.
He hears her breathing heavily and even sobbing under her breath. "You'll be mine until I get tired of you," he grabs her two fragile hands with one hand while the other cautiously runs over Kiara Watson's chest.
The girl closes her eyes tightly, frowning, wanting to disappear from what he's making her feel. She tenses when she feels how she shamelessly runs through her abdomen until it reaches her between her legs, literally that exalted her because she had never been touched in that sacred and forbidden area.
"Oh! She babbles as she feels how she pushes aside her pantyhose and caresses her subtly.
Archie knows he should stop, but desire drives him to continue. Worst of all, he can feel her trembling and hear her sobbing slowly fading.
"Beg me for forgiveness," he commands, caressing her more insistently. She tries to close her legs, but he doesn't let her.
"Beg me to forgive you," he says again, releasing her wrists and holding her face while continuing to touch her.
Kiara doesn't even know why she's supposed to apologize or what her sister did to make him act like this.
"I..." she tries to speak, but the sensations caused by his touch-so utterly unfamiliar to her-choke her words.
"It's an order!"
Cloe bruised Villarreal's ego, and that's why Archie is hellbent on making her pay. He wants to drive her mad-completely mad-so she ends up begging him to claim her. But when he tries to insert a finger and feels how tight she is, and worse, when she whimpers in pain, he immediately pulls away, feeling even more confused.
Kiara tries to catch her breath, but the pain he caused makes her slowly crouch down.
"Are you a virgin?" he asks arrogantly.
"Y-Yes... sir," she replies, letting herself fall to the ground, folding her knees until she's squatting. With a trembling sigh, she wraps her arms around her legs, hugging her knees as if they were her only anchor in a storm of emotions. Her body shakes slightly, and her forehead rests against her knees as she curls up into a fetal position, desperately trying to understand what is happening.
Archie frowns. His wife isn't supposed to be a virgin-she's a girl who supposedly slept with several men and once left him desperate with desire and a mocking laugh. That's why he thirsted for revenge. Feeling even more betrayed, he punches the wall, making her flinch, terrified, not daring to look up.
Villarreal storms out of the room, leaving her with countless questions and the fear that she had done something terribly wrong.
"Jackson! Jackson!" he shouts, running down the stairs.
"Jackson, goddamn it!" he roars.
"At your service, Mr. Villarreal!" Jackson rushes over.
"Who the hell did you bring to me?" His fury is written all over his face.
"Miss Cleo Watson, sir...!" Jackson responds nervously. He's been working for Archie for months and doesn't want to lose his job-the pay is too good.
Watson Mansion
"How the hell is that even possible?!" Mr. Maxwell is livid. He had given the order to Archie's bodyguard to bring his daughter Cloe, whether she wanted to or not, in order to finalize the deal and avoid bankruptcy.
"Stop yelling!" his wife Samantha scolds him. "Cloe and Kiara are twins. Surely, they won't notice we pulled a trick."
"Shut your mouth, Samantha!" he snaps, pointing a finger at her. "You never should've supported Cloe in that absurd idea. How dare you all disobey me?" he screams so furiously that Cloe is visibly scared-she's never seen her father like this.
"If Mr. Villarreal finds out, we'll be thrown out into the streets!"
"That won't happen, Daddy... no one even knows Kiara exists. I can go back to living my normal life." She pouts. "You couldn't force me to marry that old man."
"You don't know what you're saying, you little brat!" Mr. Watson's face is flushed with rage, sweat beading on his forehead.
"I don't understand why you always have to be so dramatic, Maxwell," his wife mutters with disdain.
"Fuck!" he explodes. "Kiara is invisible to society-hell, even to us-but not to Mr. Nguyen!"
"What are you talking about?" Mrs. Watson is confused.
"Goddamn it, Kiara is the sole heir to my father's fortune!" he confesses. "I lied! I cheated to keep everything under my control and avoid ending up penniless. Now that Kiara is married to Mr. Villarreal, we're in serious trouble if Mr. Nguyen finds out, because my father's condition was that she marry a man of status in order to claim the inheritance."
"No, Dad... that can't be," Cloe whispers in horror. She can't even imagine being poor-but she doesn't want to be the wife of an "old man" either.
