“I’m telling you, Mom. Leonard did this to me!” Rafael yelled at Odessa, who was busy applying makeup to meet her friends.
“Oh, please, Rafael. Why would your twin brother hurt you? Leonard is your blood. Blood doesn’t hurt blood.”
“Well, Father hurt his three daughters. He knowingly married Maya into an abusive relationship, I heard he poisoned Tatiana, and Issabella’s death was faked. He hurt them, so why wouldn’t Leonard hurt me?”
Odessa paused, turning to Rafael with a frown, and was surprised he knew all this.
“How did you know?”
“Does it matter?”
Odessa sighed and stood. “Look, I know what it might look like, but they deserved everything your father did to them.”
“But I don’t deserve what Leonard is doing to me. He torments me at school every single day. He mocks me for who I am, constantly reminding me how regretful he is to have me as his brother,” he paused, then continued. “He mentioned that you and Father regret having me too.”
Odessa stayed silent for a while, her eyes scrutinizing her fourteen-year-old son. She leaned down a little and smiled.
“You shouldn’t have come out that way, then,” she spoke, and Rafael’s eyes widened.
What?
“You should have been strong, confident, and unshakable. Just like your brother. Well, they say twins can’t be the same, I guess you were the unfortunate one,” she sighed and reached for her phone to text her friend.
Her words struck Rafeal like waves crashing against rocks. Rafael couldn’t believe what he was hearing from his own mother. Leonard had been right-Odessa didn’t like him. Rafael had seen many signs that pointed to this truth but had ignored them.
Leonard had his own car, his own house, and many other things gifted by Odessa. Rafael, on the other hand, had received nothing but criticism and disapproval.
Rafael felt a sting from his mother’s words, like a slap in the face. He had always tried to please her, to make her proud, but nothing he did seemed to be good enough.
“You’re always comparing me to Leonard,” Rafael said, his voice shaking with emotion. “Why can’t you just accept me for who I am?”
Odessa’s expression remained unyielding. “I’m just telling you the truth, Rafael. You’re not like your brother. He’s a winner, a champion. You’re just… average.”
Rafael felt a surge of anger and hurt. How could his own mother say such things to him? Didn’t she know how much he needed her support and encouragement?
“I’m out of here,” Rafael said, turning to leave.
“Good,” Odessa replied. “Maybe you can learn from your brother’s example.”
As Rafael stormed out of her room, Odessa sighed. “Gosh. What a pain in the ass,” she muttered, checking herself in the mirror as her hair fell to either side of her face.
Her thoughts drifted to Issabella, and her gaze darkened. He recalled how Tristan wanted her.
—
“Dead,” Tristan chuckled, falling onto his bed while staring at Indigo’s death announcement. “How sad. She was pretty, what a waste.”
Tristan’s smile faded slightly as he recalled Hudson holding her hand before he fired the shot.
‘She’s dead. You didn’t miss,’ his mind reminded him, and he smiled, shifting his gaze to Maximus, who was staring out at the city through the transparent glass.
“My head still hurts,” he said, and Maximus glanced over his shoulder.
“So?”
“So… let me punish her. Why the heck are you stopping me?” Tristan asked, but Maximus returned his gaze to the city.
“Tssk… you’ve been ruthless. Don’t tell me you care for cute little daughters now.”
“We need them to lure Tatiana. And we need Tatiana to lure the king. They are useless when dead. If you’re feeling horny, go find a whore to fuck.”
Tristan clicked his tongue. He badly wanted to torment Issabella-pinning her head to the bed, cuffing her hands behind her back, her body covered in bruises he’d inflict, her screams echoing through the room while he slammed his hard cock into her.
He wanted her to feel pain. So much pain for hurting him. And now, his brother wouldn’t allow it.
Tristan stood to leave.
“Where are you going?” Maximus’s question made him stop.
“Going to find a whore to fuck, brother,” Tristan said coldly and left the room.
—
The lights were dim, the air filled with sweat and wild moans.
“Yes! Oh yes! Tristan!!” Odessa moaned loudly as Tristan rammed his cock deep into her. His length reached every inch of her tight walls, taking her higher. Her climax was near, and her moans grew more intense.
“I love you and your cock. Fuck! Your brother never fucked me this good. I missed you! I missed you so much!” Odessa yelled, and Tristan spanked her ass, making her body quiver.
With one final hard thrust, Odessa reached her climax. She collapsed on the bed with a satisfying moan, her messy hair covering her face.
Her eyes followed Tristan as he walked across the room to get a glass of wine from the table.
“Strange place. I’ve heard of this hotel; it’s fucking expensive,” Tristan said, his curious eyes darting around the room as he drank.
“My friend is the manager. Do you love the room?” Odessa licked her lips seductively.
Tristan’s eyes remained unsettled. Though he couldn’t see any cameras, he was good at sensing when they were present. The walls looked strange.
He walked toward them, about to knock gently…
“Tristan,” Odessa called seductively, widening her legs. Her folds were wet again, dripping and inviting. Tristan’s head spun with desire, and he became hard on.
Tristan finished the wine and dropped the empty cup on the table. He tilted his head. “You really want me to wreck your bones, don’t you?”
He walked back toward her and hovered over her. His lips met with hers, passioamd wild, and she left out a moan.
“Destroy me,” Odessa whispered and Tristan’s eyes darkened.
However, behind the seemingly normal wall, two figures sat, watching Tristan and Odessa. The wall was actually a transparent glass to them but appeared like a regular wall to Tristan and Odessa.
Rafael’s breath was ragged, his eyes filled with tears. This couldn’t be happening. His mother and uncle were…
He couldn’t even complete the thought in his head. It was disgusting; he felt like puking.
Rafael badly wanted to look away, but the man beside him had his hand on his head, forcing him to keep watching. It was the new, strange teacher from school who had saved him
The man had given him his number after class that day and told him to call if he ever needed someone to talk to.
After Odessa’s harsh words, Rafael had called, and the man had brought him here to watch his mother cheat with his uncle. They lived together, and no one had noticed?!
“What do you think, Rafael? Do they deserve to live?” the strange man asked, and Rafael’s fists clenched tightly.