Damien pushed me to one side of the bed and tossed a blanket over my naked form. "I'll be back tomorrow for more treatment," he whispered with a sinister smile before slipping silently from the room.
I lay there in the darkness, questions swirling through my foggy mind. Was this part of David's conspiracy? Were Sophia and Damien working together? What was really happening in this house?
But exhaustion won, pulling me down into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Morning light crept into my room, but my eyes felt impossibly heavy. Last night's events played on repeat in my mind—Damien's assault, his touch, and that shameful pleasure that made me hate myself. I tried to sit up, but my body protested. The burning between my legs had returned, my legs weak and unsteady.
Outside, London's morning was gray and cold, wrapped in fog.
I reached for my phone—8:00 AM. Alex would be at the office by now, Sophia probably in the kitchen. But something felt different today, wrong somehow.
An unknown number had sent me a message—a video attachment.
**"Open it, Lily. Your life is about to change forever."**
My hands trembled as I clicked on it. The video began to play—a dark room, but clear enough. There I was, naked, moaning beneath Damien.
"Harder!" My own voice cried out from the speakers.
My breath stopped completely. Blackmail? Who? How? Where had the camera been hidden?
I slammed the phone down, throwing it across the room. My heart hammered violently in my chest. Did Damien record it? Or was it Sophia? But why?
I limped out of my room, each step sending jolts of pain through me. In the hallway, I found Sophia making coffee, looking perfectly composed.
"Good morning, Lily. Sleep well?" That mysterious smile again.
"Sophia, last night... Damien came to my room... did you know?" I demanded, my voice shaking.
She laughed—light, dismissive. "It was just treatment, darling. Don't worry about it."
But her eyes held secrets.
The doorbell rang suddenly, cutting through the tension.
Sophia went to answer it. Standing in the doorway was a tall man in an expensive suit—someone whose face I recognized instantly.
David! My father's old enemy.
He strode inside confidently, that predatory smile playing on his lips. "Hello, Lily. How wonderful to see you."
His voice was smooth as silk but laced with poison.
I stepped back instinctively. "What are you doing here? Does my father know?"
He laughed. "Not yet. But he will soon enough. Sit down. We need to talk."
We moved to the living room. David produced a file from his briefcase—papers, photographs, documents. "Your family—the Thompson Empire—the world's most powerful tech company. But do you know how it all really began?"
I shook my head, dread building in my stomach.
"Your father stole everything from me. Twenty years ago, we were partners. But he betrayed me—stole my invention, framed me, sent me to prison. Now it's time for revenge."
I jumped to my feet. "That's a lie!"
But David calmly spread documents across the coffee table—papers bearing my father's signature, evidence of illegal deals, bribes, corruption.
"These are all fake!" I shouted.
David's smile widened. "No, Lily. They're very real. And now I'm going to destroy your family. Sophia and Damien—they're my agents."
The world tilted beneath me. Sophia? Damien?
"What?" I gasped.
Sophia stood behind the sofa now, her expression cold, the pretense of kindness completely gone. "Yes, Lily. I belong to David. My marriage to Alex was just an inside job. Damien is my brother—we've been using you this whole time."
David continued, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "We have your video—all of it. If it's released, the Thompson family name will be buried in scandal. Sex, incest, your brother's wife's brother—the media will devour it."
Tears streamed down my face. "Why? What do you want from me?"
David's eyes gleamed with dark triumph. "Your father's secret—his Black Book. It contains evidence of every illegal deal, every bribe, and... every murder. Ten years ago, he killed my partner. You're going to steal it for me, or that video goes viral."
The suspense crushed the air from my lungs. Murder? My father? Could it be true?
My father had always said David was the enemy, but he'd never explained why, never given details. Did our family have a dark side I'd never known about?
Sophia moved closer. "Lily, we've trapped you perfectly. The room swap, the examination—it was all planned. Damien planted the cameras. Now you have to choose."
I was shaking violently. "Give me time."
David's laugh was cruel. "Twenty-four hours. After that, the whole world sees your 'treatment.'"
They left, the door closing with a finality that echoed through the suddenly silent house.
Sophia approached me one last time. "Sorry, Lily. But business is business." Her voice held no remorse.
I ran to my room and slammed the door, locking it behind me. My mind was spinning out of control. Was my father really a killer? Where was this Black Book? In his study? But if I stole it, the family would be destroyed. If I didn't, the scandal would ruin us anyway.
What other secrets were buried in our family's past? Was Emily, my sister, involved in this? Or was she the next target?
Outside, rain began to fall again, matching the tears streaming down my face.
Was David's plan even deeper than business? Maybe he didn't just want to destroy the company—maybe he wanted to kill our entire family, like some methodical serial killer.
An old news story flashed through my mind—David's son had died in an accident years ago. But what if my father had arranged it?
My curiosity was burning now, consuming me. The need to know the truth was overwhelming.
I made my decision—I would search my father's study. But should I tell Alex first? Or go alone?
Night was approaching, and the mysteries were only growing darker, deeper, more dangerous.
The mysteries were deepening with every passing moment, wrapping around me like chains I couldn't break. I sat alone in my room, my mind a chaotic storm of confusion and fear. David's ultimatum, that damning video, and the betrayal by Sophia and Damien—everything was turning my world upside down, shaking the very foundation of who I thought I was.
Our mansion, once a symbol of luxury and power, now felt like an elaborate trap. Every wall seemed to hide secrets, every shadow concealed danger. My father's Black Book—was it truly filled with evidence of murders and illegal dealings? Or was David weaving an intricate web of lies to destroy us?
I glanced at the clock—9:00 PM. Alex would be home late tonight; he was caught up in some major business deal, or so Sophia had informed me earlier. The timing seemed too convenient, too calculated.
I made my decision then. I wouldn't hand over the Black Book to David—not without knowing the truth first. If my father was innocent, there had to be proof somewhere. I began formulating a plan to sneak into his private study—that forbidden room where nobody dared venture without permission.
But I had to be careful. Sophia and Damien could be anywhere, watching, waiting.
I checked my bedroom door—locked securely from the inside. But then, without warning, the door exploded inward with tremendous force. The lock shattered like it was made of paper, wooden splinters flying through the air.
I jumped back, my breath catching in my throat, heart hammering against my ribs.
Sophia and Damien stood framed in the doorway, their eyes gleaming with predatory intent—like hunters who had finally cornered their prey. Damien's lips curved into a cold, malicious smile that sent ice through my veins.
"Time for your treatment, Lily." His voice was deep, smooth, but laced with an unmistakable threat.
Sophia stood beside him, phone in hand, already positioned as if ready to record. My fear transformed into rage.
"Get out! Both of you are despicable!" I screamed, my voice shaking but loud, defiant. "I'll tell Alex everything! I'll tell my father! David's conspiracy will be exposed!"
I hurled threats at them, trying desperately to regain some sense of control, but they only laughed—cruel, mocking sounds that treated my words like the tantrum of a child.
Damien stepped forward confidently. "You can't do anything, Lily. We have the video. And tonight, we're making a new one."
Sophia closed the door behind them and locked it with a decisive click.
They approached slowly, methodically—like lions circling wounded prey. I backed away instinctively until the bed stopped my retreat. Damien's strong hand clamped around my arm, his grip iron-tight.
"Stay quiet, or scream—nobody will hear you anyway. Alex isn't home." His words were matter-of-fact, terrifying in their certainty.
Sophia grabbed my other arm. Together, they began tearing at my clothes with brutal efficiency. My t-shirt ripped first, fabric shredding as it fell to the floor. My breasts spilled out, still covered by my bra, but not for long. They tore that away too, leaving my full breasts exposed, nipples hardening involuntarily from fear and the cool air.
Then my pants—yanked down in one violent motion, panties following immediately after. I stood completely naked before them, vulnerable and exposed. My pale skin seemed to glow in the dim lighting, but shame burned crimson across my face.
They lifted me bodily and threw me onto the bed with such force that pain shot through my back. I screamed, "Let me go!" But Damien climbed on top of me, his weight pinning me down, crushing me beneath him.
"Sophia, tonight I'm going to taste this one's ass," Damien announced, his voice thick with hunger, animalistic desire.
"You'll regret this!" I threatened desperately. "My father will kill you both!"
Sophia laughed, cold and cruel. "Yes, Damien. Punish her. She talks too much."
They forced me onto my knees roughly—face down, ass up. Sophia positioned herself near my head, her fingers tangling painfully in my hair, yanking my head back.