Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

Chapter 407: Ciara II

Ciara finally let the tears fall when the hefty man, standing at about 6ft 4inches, grabbed her to himself, a sneer curling on his lips; in his eyes, wicked glee.

"I am the one tasked to watch you, to make sure you don’t kiss and tell, and I have to say I appreciate a good woman when I see one... I like my woman loyal, but I don’t like them crying... it dampens my mood."

"Please..." Ciara pleaded, her voice trembling as she pushed the tears the more. Maybe if she cried enough, he would be totally turned off.

"More of that, and I will blow your brains out. I doubt you are any useful to the boss really... they could just hire another idiot at the hospital. So you better keep that mouth shut."

As he spoke, his eyes trailed lustfully over her face, down to the mounds almost hidden in the shapeless dress, and her quaking legs.

"You will be a delight, I am sure, and I must enjoy you."

And then he threw her rougly to the long sofa where she and her family had watched many TV shows.

"Please... let me go." Ciara’s hands had clasped as in prayer, her lips trembling, but the hefty man laughed, pried them apart, and dropped a kiss on her lips—a gentle one which belied his true intent.

"Relax, baby girl, I will take care of you... it will be over before you know it."

But the smirk on his lips told Ciara that it was anything but, that this was the kind of male that derived pleasure in long, painful sex, where the female is left demoralized, hurt, and abused.

Would this be a daily occurrence?

She knew it would be, if she survived today. And if she survived today, Ciara knew she might commit suicide. No way could she live with herself, could she live with the abuse daily, even if they released her family.

And just when she tried to space out, just when the man’s hands slipped into her dress, knowing the screaming would only prolong the pain, there was another knock on the door.

keep the relief

voice had taken a gruff quality, unhappy with being interrupted. "Do you have someone

nodded timidly.

you said so? Now, I might have to

her to start with? She quaked as he allowed her

if you say a word... your family will join you in the afterlife. Send him away, as a matter

nodded again, her hands shaking, watching as the

the door quickly. Clasping her hands tight, she said a prayer, and then looked through the

firmly on

over her that she would be the cause of his death. But there was no choice. She was between the devil and the deep blue sea,

her to get the male away, but how could she, with the determination shining on

no way out

Her eyes were tumultuous, darting

are you doing?" A casual, friendly greeting, like they were

screamed she was in

grey slacks, with a tall build and sharp grey eyes, cocked a brow and

wasn’t sure what to think; not

yet?" he questioned, stepping into the room. "Aren’t you going to the

along, her eyes darting to the sofa

male, confirming location, immediately pulled out a pistol from underneath his shirt and pointed it at the sofa professionally, while he continued

will wait for

upstairs without looking back, leaving the

agent sat down carefully on the sofa, crossed his legs before him, gauged the point where the criminal would be hiding, and pointed his gun there, waiting for the

of the gun, when they saw the smile on the