"𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚖𝚋"
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ALLYN POV:
It's ironic how life finds new ways to slap you across the face so hard, just to see if you can take it. Everything you thought you know, everything you thought you are - Well, surprise bitch because everything is one big fat lie.
It's been 2 weeks since my conversation with Mikael. 2 weeks since I found out that my whole damn life until now has been one massive lie.
I remember when Mikael showed me all the documents, evidence, and told me the whole story. My body and my mind couldn't take it, I cried like a baby screaming in his face that he was a fucking liar and I remember fainting.
For days I refused to believe what I heard, I locked myself in a room with my haunting thoughts, not allowing anyone in the room. The more I thought about it, the more crazy I felt. My mind was laughing at me for how stupid I am. I
Everything I thought I knew about me, about my life was a fucking lie.
I don't know who I am, and who I'm not, I don't know who I'm supposed to be, and I miss who I was before my life was completely wrecked. But I just know the world doesn't deserve this Allyn, she was too kind and pure for the ugly reality. There was no place for the version of me who wanted to fall in love, have a normal life, and feel fucking human because this world doesn't deserve that Allyn. It deserves much worse.
The people I thought are my parents for my whole damn existence weren't my parents and they knew it the whole fucking time and not one of them said a word to me. Even after "my father" died, no one thought I deserved to know who I was.
And I feel deep anger and hate towards everyone who thought it was normal to do something like this to a person, to hide something that belonged to them. But despite what my "parents " did, I think I hate the King Family even more.
The aggression and thirst for revenge I felt towards this family grew stronger with each passing day.
Martin King. The reason behind everything. The person who stole my life from me, the reason I lived in a fucking lie for so many years, and the reason I suffered. It's all his fault.
When Mikael told me the whole story, when I heard I was betrayed by the Kings, I was crying so hard, just like the day when I lost my so-called "father". I broke a few glasses in the wall, watching it crashing down in pieces like my life. I was going fucking crazy.
But nothing can even come close to the pain I felt in my chest that, not only Martin, but Maddox had also betrayed me.
The one who had done more than any human being to draw me out of the caves of my scared, folded life. He may not know but he made me feel alive, he was my escape from everything. And now I found out that the same person I trusted with my body was playing this game all along behind my back. The fall from his betrayal was greater than I ever expected, but I guess it's my fault, isn't it? I was the one who had ventured so far into emotions and had abandoned herself to it. Now I pay the price for that.
Deep down I always knew Maddox is a trouble that can't be solved. That he's a man incapable to feel, so why I was so fucking dumb to think that just because he was fucking me, he feel something, anything towards me enough to tell me the truth.
Who knows how much he's been laughing at me behind my back all this time? I let him use me in every way he desired and I feel like the most stupid person in the fucking world to let tears fall because of him. Tears he doesn't deserve.
I should have known better. He's Martin King's son. The same piece of shit as him.
And so the seconds locked in this room turned into minutes, the minutes into hours, the hours into days, and the days into weeks. All this time, all the pain I felt was slowly turning into hatred and a thirst for revenge.
I burst into Mikael's office, catching him talking on the phone. I still can't get used to the thought of calling him dad, and I don't think I will soon. It's weird.
When he saw me, he said something to the person on the other side of the phone and hung up, giving me all his attention with a welcoming smile. During these two weeks, Mikael did not violate my personal space, he gave me time and space to figure it out on my own. The people in the house treated me like I was some royal princess and I had freedom for the first time in a long time, and I didn't want it. Ironic, right?
"Teach me" I said causing him to raise an eyebrow in surprise "Teach me everything."
''What is this sudden interest?'' he asked leaning on the chair but still couldn't hide the slight smile on his face ''When I offered a few days ago you declined.''
"I want revenge" I replied simply, the very truth that had built up inside me "I want the Kings to suffer for everything they did to us"
A wide proud grin appeared on his face, approving my words. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, nodding. He looked like a proud father.
"Now you're talking like a real Romano, my daughter"
1 MONTH LATER:
MADDOX POV:
"At least pretend you're having fun" Lydia muttered as her gaze wandered over to the girl on the pole in front of us. ''I organized the perfect party for your birthday'' She looked with satisfied features while lowering her hungry eyes to the girl's almost naked body.
I was not surprised that all the girls are only in their panties, dancing on the poles or rubbing themselves against the people in the dark crowded room. It makes sense when you know that all of this is Lydia's idea. If it was up to me, I wouldn't be here.
Everyone was having fun on my fucking birthday, but me. Shoving a knife in my throat seems like a better idea right now than being here.
My gaze stopped on Angelo who was sitting to my right with a whore on his lap rubbing herself against his pants while kissing his neck with his hands on her flat ass, squeezing it. Pathetic sight.
There are more people in this fucking room that I would gladly kill than to celebrate my 26th birthday with them.
I let my dark thoughts consume me when my eyes landed on the pole in front of me, or to be exact the girl on it. Average girl, big tits with pierced nipples, long blond hair pulled back into a high ponytail. She was wearing only black bikinis and high black heels. She has long legs and a small but good-shaped ass. I can't see her face well and I don't fucking care. I see enough to know that she's wearing too much makeup for my
liking.
I guess she took my stare like an invitation because the next thing I know she was approaching me, swinging her hips on the way.
I leaned back, resting my arms on the couch, waiting to see what she would do next. I almost laughed at her attempts to look seductive. That's not working on me, at least not coming from her.
She let out a not-so-innocent smile to show on her pale face while sitting on my lap, placing her hands behind me on the couch for support, being careful not to touch me. A smart decision from her.
I left myself in her arms as she rubbed her almost bare pussy into me, her bare plump tits rubbing against my shirt and I could hear her soft moans in my ear.
And still nothing.
I clenched my jaw, mentally cursing myself for not being able to feel even the slightest desire to fuck her in front of all these people. That's exactly what I need right now- a good fuck, but still my body refused her. I'm going fucking crazy I swear.
But as soon as I lean my head back and closed my eyes, I see a pair of brown chocolate eyes staring at me, long brown hair all over her innocent face as she's rubbing herself into me, full lips begging to be kissed. I see a woman with a sinful small body moaning my name as I lose myself in her until I corrupt her whole body and make her come again and again.
This woman ruined me for everyone else, as much as I didn't want to fucking admit it. I knew it the moment when I fucked another woman and felt nothing.
I squeezed the ass of the unknown slut in my lap, pressing her more to my cock, trying to feel something even a little, a desire to have her, own her, fuck her but no. I couldn't because the moment I stop imagining Allyn it was over.
"I heard you're the birthday boy" Her voice was too squeaky for my liking but I just nodded keeping my gaze forward "Looks like I'm the lucky one tonight"
I wanted to laugh at her statement. If only she knew how unlucky she is to be in my corrupted hands.
"Oh really?" I asked in a mocking voice, it's funny how she thinks she has even a small effect over me, just because she's rubbing her pussy against my cock. "And why is that?"
"Because I'll be in your bed tonight" I felt her smile against my ear, sliding his tongue over it. Disgusting "You look like a man who knows how to fuck"
I chuckled low, shaking my head. She's too easy. "And you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes" the words came out almost as a moan as she was still rubbing against me. I can feel how wet she is through her panties, all I had to do was touch her and she would most likely melt in my hands.
I rolled her ponytail around my hand, pulling it back roughly enough for her to look me in the eyes. Her body froze against mine. "Too bad I have zero interest in fucking your little used cunt" I mumbled against her face with hatred in my voice ''Get your fucking ass away from me while you still can."
I can see the fear in her eyes, I think she felt from my voice where things were about to go if she stayed even a minute longer in my lap. She nodded and without saying another word she got up, turned her back on me, and disappeared among some of the guests, who surely would have paid more attention to her than me.
I saw the disappointed look on Lydia's face, I just shrugged my shoulders.
The whole fucking orgy in this big room was too much for me. I left the darkened club, heading to the entrance hall of the building, where all the gifts I would never fucking open were placed. They were like a pile of garbage that I have no interest in.
"It's rude not to appreciate my effort" Lydia muttered behind me, and I turned back to look at her, putting my hands in my pockets.
"No one made you do this shit, Lydia, stop whining like a bitch"
"I wanted to cheer you up" she defended herself raising her voice "I can't fucking stand you lately"
"It's mutual''
''You are such a dick''
"I know"
"Is this all because of Allyn?"
Only one name is capable of provoking this emotion I can't even fucking describe, but I know that I just felt it again after Lydia mentioned her. I hate this shit. I hate her too.
It wasn't enough that I dreamed about her all the fucking time in the past month and I had to listen to my brother obsessing over bringing her back. Now this.
"I knew you were dumb, but I never thought it was that much Lydia" She has some nerves bringing her into this conversation. The blood in my veins rushed and I clenched my jaw.
"You're the dumb one here, brother" she said, taking a few steps toward me "You can fool everyone else but you can't fool me"
I hate when someone is trying to invade my personal life and my dear little sister is doing exactly that at that very moment. Sometimes I think she forgets who's the fuck she's talking to. If she wants to make me angry, that's good because she fucking succeeded when she mentioned Allyn.
Why is she even involving Allyn in this out of nowhere? To piss me off?
"I think you should go back to your party, Lydia" I mumbled, before turning my back on her to leave this Hell of a place.
''You fucked her, didn't you?''
I stopped, clenching my jaw hard, trying not to show the invisible slap across my face that Lydia had just given me. Was it written on my face? Was It so fucking obvious?
I took a deep breath, putting so much in me to keep my cool when I turned around to pierce her with my eyes "Lydia you're playing with my patience right now" I said through gripped teeth "Go back to your fucking party"
"Answer me, yes or no?" she snapped back, keeping the fire on me alive, moving closer to me, her gaze challenging me "But I think I already know the answer, right?"
She's playing with my fucking demons right now. A game that I know how it ends. She's allowing herself too much.
"Lydia I swear to God if you don't get out of my sight none of this will end well" I said with zero hesitation, my voice dropped cold another ten degrees.
"I thought you were smarter than that Maddox" She kept getting on my nerves, her face showing disappointment "I wonder what would Angelo have to say about this? Or our father?"
"Is that supposed to scare me?" I laughed in her face, clicking my tongue "I thought you are smarter than that, sister" I mocked her words with anger in my voice, letting the demons inside me have their way. I don't even know when I approached her, face-to-face. My heart was beating furiously against my chest.
She's crossing the line and she fucking knows it. If she wasn't family, I would have had her head on a silver platter by now for the audacity to threaten me. I don't give a fuck that she's a woman, she's disrespecting me and anyone who dares to do this shit ends up in a fucking coffin.
Does she really think that she can scare me? That's not a feeling I'm familiar with.
"You want the truth but I don't think you can handle it" I mumbled against her, my eyes pierced her and suddenly all of the confidence I saw in her disappeared in a heartbeat. She stayed silent.
"Because the thing is that I did fucked our brother's sweet innocent wife-to-be" I hissed at her and she clenched her jaw at my confession as a smug smile spread across my face "I made her choke on my cock numerous times, yet she very much enjoyed it, begging me for more while still wearing her engagement ring from our brother " I didn't spare her the details. I wanted to see the disgust on her face when she was confronted with the truth.
She wanted it in the first place, right? It's pleasurable to see her shocked expression at my sharp words but I guess Lydia wasn't prepared for it because she went numb, suddenly forgetting how to fucking speak. I wanted her to speak and fight me back, but I know her too damn well. She can't.
"What are you going to do about it, hmm?" I cracked yet another grin. Her whole body shakes in front of me, furious at my confession. Her eyes turned black, she was killing me with her gaze, and this gave me indescribable satisfaction.
"That's right, you'll do nothing" I replied, smirking against her angry face "Because you know that Angelo and Father may be bad, but I'm much worse" I gave her a hard look before pushing her away from me and she stood there speechless "Now get out of my fucking sight"
I heard her mumble "fuck you" under her nose before she went back to the party she organized herself. She was having more fun than I was in that shitty place anyway.
I breathed out deeply, trying to calm down, but my head was a dark mess, and the solution to it was somewhere far away from me.
It's embarrassing to admit how many times I've dreamed of her face in the past month. It's embarrassing to admit how many times I jerked off thinking about her or the sounds she makes when she's turned on. The way she screamed my name as my cock was losing itself inside her.
Even more, than a month later, I can still remember the sweet feeling of her tight pussy clenching around my cock as she begged me to fuck her faster, letting me take everything I wanted from her.
And it's even more embarrassing to admit that I don't want to fuck another woman since she's gone. To be more precise - I can't, not that I don't want to. I tried many times, but the result are all the same. Doesn't end well for the whores who tried to make me forget about Allyn.
I thought that everything would be better, easier now when she's gone, but the truth is that it only getting worse.
I stared down at the entire pile of unnecessary gifts as I was lost in my thoughts. Quite by chance, one of them caught my attention.
A large black rose in a glass. A black rose that was wilting.
My heart pounded even faster.
"I love black roses, you know" I overheard Allyn talking to Tamara on the phone as we walked around the mall, searching for the perfect dress for her engagement party "That's enough of a welcome present"
With almost trembling hands I picked up the rose, fearing that it might break into my hands. I saw a black piece of paper attached to it and my attention pierced to it.
''Happy 26th Birthday, Maddox.
Until we meet again. Trust me, we will meet again''
The letter wasn't signed, but somehow it didn't need to be, because I knew who it was from the way my whole world turned upside down in seconds as I read the words over and over again.