Their Wife

Chapter-30

PRESENT DAY

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Oh me, I'm making fuck off pie. With one cup of no one cares, two table spoons of kiss my ass, and pinch of blow me. Stir it up and shove it up your ass!" With a contemptuous expression carved on his face, Killian snarled in mockery as he deftly flipped the omelette on the sizzling frying pan.

Alexei gently held me in his arms, carefully descending the grand staircase that led to the ground floor of the wealthy mansion.

Upon reaching the bottom step, we entered the expansive living room, which sprawled grandiosely before my eyes. Its largeness seemed to intensify the air of affluence and intricacy that saturated every nook and cranny. Adorned with an open kitchen and boasting a colossal dining table, it was apparent that no expense had been spared in the design and furnishing of this luxurious space. The exquisite chairs that encircled the table, sufficient to accommodate a party of twelve, were meticulously crafted from African Blackwood, a timber renowned for its rarity and astronomical price tag.

As my gaze wandered across the room, I couldn't help but notice the floor to ceiling windows that adorned the walls, inviting streams of natural light to flood the room. Through these magnificent windows, I was treated to a breathtaking view of the extensive and meticulously manicured lawn that stretched out before me. The lush expanse seemed to go on for miles, leaving me in awe of the sheer grandeur of the property.

I hadn't seen any helper or maid throughout the area, not even a single soul except these crazy psychos. The whole area was packed with high-end security. As far as my eyes could reach, there was not even a single whisper of escape falling upon my ears.

Seeing Killian at the stove was something I hadn't ever expected. I knew this man as a demolisher, not someone who could create.

He symbolized the very essence of animality, an epitome that breathed and thrived violence. It was not just the piercing gaze that sent shivers down my spine, but his smile that truly paralyzed me with terror. A maniacal spark danced in his eyes every time he plunged his knife further, a wicked glint matched only by the twisted amusement etched upon his face, stained with the crimson hue of blood. The horrors I had encountered were extended evidence that his deranged nature far surpassed his insidious appearance.

Even though Alexei could be called less messy, he was as deadly as Killian. Never get fooled by the handsomeness on their faces, their true nature was hidden behind that god-blessed faces. Any woman would die to even get noticed by them, to spend night under their sheets. Any woman, but me. I couldn't be fooled by their looks.

My youth was controlled my Papa and now, they wanted to seize me between their palms, squeeze me till every drop of my life quenched their thirsts.

I swallowed hard. Still, there was a way. Alessandro Vitale was only hope—

"What got him so salty?" Alexei asked, at the mention, both of my tormentors whipped around. If it wasn't for Alexei carrying me, I was sure to melt under their intense gazes. A warm flush painted my cheeks as I remebered the last night, my hamstrings were still throbbing, there was a tangible soreness between my legs. They didn't showed me any mercy, took me several times, without even giving me a second to breathe.

Ralph was the first one to whip around, his forest green eyes gazed at me with unknown epitome swirling in them. It was the very first time I ever saw something other than murderous glint in those eyes. He was wearing a white full sleeves, the beige trousers underneath, his brown hairs messy.

Something strange happened in that minute moment....my breath hitched. Every emotion I had aur pressed within me all those wheats resurfaced. He was the very first man I fell for, or at least the idea of falling for him. A familiar sensation squeezed my heart shearing it into millions fragments. The betrayals, the tears, my cries, their screams. Ralph sensed the dilemma in my gaze cause his jaw ticked.