Hidden Secrets (editing and improving the story)

Chapter 41 - Betrayal

Elektra's pov:

I woke with a sinking weight in my chest. The blanket was tangled around my waist, and when I glanced down I saw—I was only in my underwear. Dread coiled in my stomach as the fog of sleep cleared. Yesterday's memory crashed over me in shuddering flashes: his hands on my face, his voice low and insistent...and then darkness.

"Oh, Goddess," I whispered, pressing my shaking hand to my mouth as the truth settled like ice. He had taken advantage of me. My father. My heart pounded in my throat; hot tears slipped down my cheeks. I felt hollowed out, violated beyond words.

I drew my knees up beneath the blanket, curling in on myself. Every muscle trembled. How could he do this—someone I trusted, someone I called "father"? The room felt impossibly small, as if the walls themselves were closing in.

A soft creak beside the door sent a bolt of terror through me. He stepped inside, each footfall deliberate. My breath caught. I nuzzled my face into my knees, desperate to disappear, yet too frightened to move. The blanket trembled in my grip, and all I could do was wait for what would come next.

"Well, look who's finally awake," he said with a sly smile, stepping closer.

"Why did you do it?" I forced the words out, my voice low, trembling with anger. I didn't even want to speak to him—but the question burned too hot to hold back.

He tilted his head, feigning confusion. "Do what?" he asked, all innocence, as if he hadn't just shattered something inside me.

"Why.......why.......did you rape me?" I asked angrily between sobs.

"What? Even though you belong to me, I didn't rape you" he said in an arrogant way.

"Thank you, Goddess. I knew you couldn't do this," I said with a sigh of relief.

But he burst into laughter—loud, uncontrollable, and chilling. It wasn't joy. It was mockery. The sound crawled over my skin, setting every nerve on edge.

"Did I say something funny?" I asked, confused.

He stopped laughing, his expression hardening into something cold and unsettling. "What's funny is that you still believe in me," he said. "Elektra, —wake up. See the truth."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"That nothing has changed," he replied. "You're going to repay me—for all the years I took such good care of you."

"What? That's insane! I loved you like a father. I still do."

"That's perfect," he said, a twisted smile curling on his lips. "Now you'll learn to love me as your mate."

"This is sick—and you know it!" I cried, backing away. "How can you not see that?"

"I don't," he snapped. His voice was ice, final and unmoved.

Silence settled over the room, thick and heavy. We stared at each other, the air between us charged with betrayal. I drew in a shaky breath, mustering all the courage I had left.

Then I asked the question I feared most.

"Why... why didn't you take advantage of me?" I asked, my voice trembling.

He leaned in slightly, eyes gleaming with something twisted. "Because I want you awake to enjoy it," he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Then he turned and walked out of the cabin, leaving me frozen in place—numb, sickened, and drowning in a wave of fear and revulsion.

Roxanne's pov: