With a strong thrust, Cameron pushed almost to the deepest point, and I nearly screamed out, clutching tightly onto his neck with both hands.
“Please… Spare me!” I pleaded in his ear, “Carter is outside…”
I couldn’t imagine the scenario. I was Carter’s wife, and just separated by a door, I was being violated by his brother.
“Scared?” Cameron’s contemptuous gaze swept over me.
Suddenly, he pulled me away. I lost balance and fell to the ground with a thud. In just a few seconds, he swiftly pulled up his pants, zipped them up, and appeared as the well-groomed man again.
I lay on the floor, my legs weak and my body involuntarily trembling. He approached, lifting me up as if I were garbage, and tossed me aside behind the sofa.
“Stay here, keep silence, don’t move!” He coldly commanded.
Then he opened the door, and my heart jumped to my throat.
…
“Carter,” he smiled, “looking for Laura?”
“Yeah, is she here?”
“When I came up, I only saw the first aid kit on the table, and she has gone. After bandaging her finger, she probably went for a walk in the yard.”
I cowered behind the sofa, shivering.
I felt like I was falling apart… At that moment, I wished Cameron dead!
I stealthily glanced towards the door. Carter, in his wheelchair, rolled away, and Cameron’s heavy footsteps gradually returned.
“Hurry back to your room and clean yourself up.”
He stared at me coldly, his gaze moved to the space between my legs, and even he showed disgust at the sticky substance he had caused.
“This afternoon, our parents will come back,” he said. “You know what to do, no need for me to remind you, right?”
I rushed back to the room, filled a basin with cold water, and soaked myself in it.
The icy sensation made me unusually clear-headed. Scenes of the various entanglements with Cameron over the years flashed through my mind like a movie.
I didn’t know when this relationship would end, but I had a strong feeling that if it continued like this, I would either go crazy or end up killing him…
…
Our parents’ flight landed at three in the afternoon. By five, I had prepared dinner to welcome them. They used to be my adoptive parents, and now they had become my in-laws.
Our father, Ethan Lynch, was a particularly successful businessman and well-connected. However, with great power and extensive connections, it meant he couldn’t invest too much time in the family. Especially after Anne’s incident, he came back home even less, spending every day socializing.
This time, he didn’t even attend his own son’s wedding. Instead, he took my mother to another city to attend a high-ranking official’s birthday banquet.
Our mother Stella Halls, an ordinary housewife, led a life no different from those of wealthy housewives-raising children and enjoying a comfortable lifestyle. However, after losing Anne, she often experienced mental confusion and hallucinations. Later, she was diagnosed with severe depression triggered by intense psychological stress.
Afterward, Cameron blamed me for everything, even more…
…