Fin stood on the private east balcony, the black card turning slowly between his fingers. The cool sea breeze tugged at his shirt as he stared at the single gold number printed on it. His thumb hovered over the call button, hesitation clear in his eyes.
Lila stepped closer, the slinky black mini-dress shifting against her body with the movement. She gently touched the back of his hand, her fingers warm and steady.
"You need to stop being passive, Fin," she said softly, voice laced with quiet intensity. "No matter how much you love someone, you can't let them keep hurting you like this. Look at me."
She waited until he met her eyes. "Yes, I sell my body for money. Yes, I moan for money. But I never played with anyone's feelings. Mike could have just paid me — I would have done it happily. So why do you think he played with my heart? Why do you think he showed me love and care I never thought was possible?"
Fin's jaw tightened. "Because he thought it would be easier to play with your heart than to keep paying you money."
Lila let out a hollow, self-deprecating laugh that carried on the night wind.
"Yes… exactly. So don't be like me. I don't know if this call will give you answers, but I know you need to stop letting others play with you."
Fin stared at the card for one final second, then exhaled sharply and pressed call.
The phone rang only once before it was picked up.
A cold, robotic voice — clearly distorted and synthetic — answered immediately.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment… Fin Harrington."
Meanwhile, in the luxurious washroom
Clara stood facing Sarah under the soft golden lights of the marble sinks and mirrored walls. Sarah's hands trembled as she gripped the counter, her revealing red mini-dress suddenly looking cheap and fragile under the bright lights.
Sarah finally broke.
"Everything fell apart last year," she whispered, voice cracking. "I lost my job because of a manager's mistake. Before I could even apply anywhere else, my father got seriously ill. Hospital bills, debts… everything piled up. We sold everything we owned. I tried asking relatives for help, but no one cared. Part-time jobs weren't enough. Last month, my father needed an emergency operation, and we didn't have the money."
Clara's heart clenched. "Why didn't you ask me?"
Sarah laughed bitterly, tears spilling down her cheeks and ruining her heavy makeup.
"I did, Clara. I called you. Multiple times. But you never picked up. I thought you were avoiding me, too."
Clara froze. The memory hit her like a slap — last month, when she had been sneaking away to meet Mike, she had deliberately ignored Sarah's calls, too wrapped up in her own secret guilt and excitement to answer.
Sarah continued, voice hollow. "When I had no hope left, I went back to my old company to beg. The old pervert you saw tonight… he was the CEO. He told me his life was ending soon. He said if I pleased him in his final days, he would pay for everything — the operation, the debts, all of it. So… that's what happened."
Clara felt sick. She stepped forward and pulled Sarah into a tight hug, both of them trembling.
Then, in a rush of guilt and desperation, Clara opened up too. She told Sarah everything — how Mike had entered her life, how she had slowly fallen into his trap, the secret meetings, the lies, the growing addiction to the thrill he gave her, and how she had cheated on Fin, the man who had given her everything.
Sarah pulled back, eyes wide with shock.
"Clara… you idiotic bitch," she whispered, half-horror, half-heartbroken. "How the hell did you fall for such an obvious trap like that?"
Clara's eyes filled with fresh tears. "I became greedy, I guess. I wanted more… and now the guilt is killing me every single day."
Sarah's voice cracked with urgency.
"You need to do something, Clara. If you don't, that bastard will ruin your mother, too."
Clara's eyes widened in disbelief. "I don't understand, Sarah… Why the hell is my mother entertaining him? The mother I remember was never like this."
Sarah wiped her eyes, smearing more mascara. "Maybe you don't know her completely, Clara. Not everyone is easy to understand. At least confront her. Otherwise, that Mike guy will keep taking advantage of both of you."
Clara's mind spun. The image of her proud, elegant mother arching in pleasure while Mike knelt before her flashed behind her eyes. She felt nauseous.
Back on the balcony
The robotic voice continued, calm and chilling.
"I have been watching you for a very long time, Fin. And I think it's time we had a proper conversation… don't you?"
Fin's grip tightened on the phone. "Who are you and what do you need?"
The voice let out a low, synthetic chuckle.
"Me? I am Dominus. And what I need…? To help you, I guess."
Fin's voice turned cold. "You expect me to believe that coming from a guy who's probably involved in that sick group?"
"Haha. That 'sick place' simply shows the real desires of people, Fin. Not the fake ones you see every day. The real ones."
Fin's patience snapped. "Just get to the point. You probably need something from me since you went through all this trouble."
The voice grew excited, almost playful.
"Before I tell you… Shall I tell you the real truth of your life? The one your mother has been hiding from you all these years?"
Fin's blood ran cold. "What truth?"
"Are you ready…?"
The robotic voice paused for dramatic effect, then delivered the blow.
"Your father was not killed in an accident, Fin. He was murdered."
Fin's breath caught. "If you're spouting bullshit, I will end this call right now."
"Haha… What if I show you the proof?"
Fin went completely silent. He barely remembered his father — the man had died when Fin was very young. Eleanor had always said it was a tragic accident. As a son, he felt it was his duty to know the truth.
"What do you need?" Fin asked, voice low and dangerous.
The voice behind the call now sounded genuinely thrilled.
"Haha… Nothing much. You're traveling back home today, right?"
Fin answered cautiously. "Yes…"
The robotic voice dropped to a chilling whisper.
"Rape your mother-in-law today."
The demand hung in the night air like a guillotine blade.
Fin stood frozen on the private east balcony, the black card still clutched tightly in his hand. The cool sea breeze whipped around him, carrying the distant crash of waves far below the cliffs. For a long second, his mind went completely blank.
Then his face hardened into cold, emotionless stone.
He ended the call without another word.
Lila stepped closer, concern flashing across her features. "So? Who is he? What do they want?"
Fin shook his head, voice flat. "I guess we've been thinking too highly of these sick bastards. All they want is chaos."
Lila frowned, not understanding. "What—"
Before she could finish, Fin's phone buzzed again. He rejected the call instantly, muttering under his breath, "Rape my mother-in-law… What kind of sick bastard says something like that so easily?"
The phone buzzed a third time — this time it was an email.
Fin's brow furrowed as he opened it. The sender was Dominus. Attached was a scanned newspaper article from years ago, along with several internal documents and police reports.
He opened the file.
The headline read: "Suspicious Circumstances Surrounding Harrington Patriarch's Death – New Evidence Emerges."
Fin's blood ran cold. The article detailed inconsistencies in the official accident report — brake failure that should not have happened, witness statements that were suppressed, and financial trails linking the incident to a rival business family. Some of the details matched fragments Fin vaguely remembered from his childhood. His mother had always said it was a tragic car accident. Nothing more.
His vision blurred for a moment.
Lila noticed immediately. "Fin… are you alright?"
He didn't answer. The thought hammered in his head: If something like this existed, why did Mother never say anything? Why was his death declared a simple accident?
The phone rang again.
Fin lifted it to his ear with a shaky hand.
The robotic voice continued, calm and chilling.
"So… are you ready to believe me now?"
Fin's voice was low and dangerous. "This proves nothing. This is just speculation, not truth."
"Haha, of course. But I never said that was all I have. I have more, Fin. The real truth. Now tell me… do you want to know, or not?"
Fin snapped. "Stop with the nonsense demands and tell me the price. I will pay whatever you need."
Lila stood beside him, confused, watching Fin's face change with every second.
Dominus laughed softly. "Fin… Fin… Not everything is valued by money. Some things are far more valuable than money."
Fin's temper flared. "Like raping my future mother-in-law?"
Lila gasped, shocked. "What…?"
Dominus's voice turned almost amused. "Haha, no need to be so offended by the act, Fin. It's not like your mother-in-law is innocent either."
Fin's grip tightened on the phone. "What do you mean?"
"Ask your new mistress what she saw last night. I will call again."
The line went dead.
Fin slowly lowered the phone, his mind reeling. He turned to Lila, eyes burning with a mixture of rage and desperation.
"Lila… tell me the truth. Do you know anything about Clara's mother?"
Lila sighed, pulling her long black hair back from her face. She looked out at the dark sea for a moment before speaking.
"Actually… I didn't want to tell you this because I knew it would ruin your mood. But last night…"
She revealed everything she had witnessed at the glass-bottomed infinity pool — Marianne in the tiny white micro-bikini, Mike on his knees licking and sucking her toes, the way her mother had moaned and arched in pleasure, the filthy promises Mike had made while Marianne stroked his cock and laughed.
Fin stood completely still, the wind howling around them.
The images burned into his mind: Marianne's voluptuous body glistening with water, her heavy breasts barely contained, her legs spread as Mike worshipped her like a desperate slave. The same woman who would soon be his mother-in-law… the same woman who had raised Clara.
For the first time, the idea of "raping" Marianne didn't feel as absurd as it should have.
It felt… possible.