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.

be damned–couldn’t keep the relief

taken a gruff quality, unhappy with being

timidly.

why hadn’t you said so? Now, I

to start with? She quaked as he allowed her to get

will join you in the afterlife.

watching as the male hid behind the

hands tight,

demeanor, from the way his eyes were fixed firmly on the peephole, she

cause of his death. But there was no choice. She was

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

way

Her eyes were tumultuous, darting with

doing?" A casual, friendly

muttered, while she gestured with her eyes, frantic movements that screamed she was in trouble, that she needed help—should in case he had come with

a short white-sleeved shirt and grey slacks, with a tall build and sharp grey eyes, cocked a brow and gently pushed the door inward.

to think; not with the

questioned, stepping into the room. "Aren’t you going to the party

darting to the sofa where

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

upstairs then. I will wait for

obeying the instruction, hurried 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 idiot

the idiot did—he raised his head a few minutes later, his eyes widening when they met the barrel of the gun,