Betrayal To Bliss

||Deepest to the darkest||

It was a week before the elections, and the running shower came to a halt as a well-groomed man stepped out, wrapped in a plush bathrobe. A coy smile crept across his face as he spotted a woman awaiting him on the bed, her attire leaving little to the imagination.

"Mr. Fahadh, I heard the news - congratulations on your upcoming election campaign," she purred seductively, her voice dripping with honey. He smirked, pouncing onto the bed and pulling her closer by the leg, a glint of triumph in his eyes.

"Just assume I've already won it," he said, his hands hastily unveiling her as they engaged in a frenzy of carnal desires. Suddenly, a flash and a click interrupted their tryst, drawing Fahadh's attention to an unexpected intruder in the room, accompanied by a group armed with cameras.

"Who are you? How did you get in here? What is the meaning of this?" Fahadh demanded, his voice laced with a mixture of shock and fury.

The well-dressed man sitting on the sofa rose, a confident smile playing on his lips. The woman beneath Fahadh quickly pushed him away and approached the intruder. "Mr. Jan, I hope you'll keep your word. I've done as you asked."

"You've done an exemplary job," Mr. Jan replied, handing her a checkbook. Her eyes glimmered with greed as she exited the room, blowing a scandalous kiss towards the stunned Fahadh.

Fahadh's initial fear gave way to anger. "Who are you? What do you want? Do you need money?"

The intruder chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice. "More than that. I want your end." He added,"Do you remember someone by the name Sanem Aydin?I hope you do because a few days before you threatened her to destroy her life." At the mention of the name Sanem, Fahadh's body tensed, the beads of sweat forming on his brow.

"What do you have to do with her?" he asked, his voice trembling.

The intruder's response was chilling. "Everything. She is my victim. And nobody has the right to terrorize her other than me." He continued, "Your sex tape is being broadcast live. Now just forget your dreams of fooling people and ruling."

As they were leaving the room, Fahadh watched his world crumble. A live telecast? He had poured every ounce of his blood and tears into reaching this position, and now it was all turned to ashes in the blink of an eye. "Just what are you?" he screamed at the unknown man who had destroyed his life.

The man looked at Fahadh with a mysterious smile. "I am a businessman. I just settled my score," he said casually.

"You can't be just a businessman," Fahadh cried out in anguish. The man smiled before exiting the room, leaving Fahadh to grapple with the aftermath of this devastating blow.

Jan gripped the steering wheel of his car, his knuckles turning white. The angry crowd gathered outside Fahadh's house, their shouts echoing through the streets. Jan's adultery video had gone viral, sparking outrage. The mob wanted Fahadh to resign from all his positions.

Jan grit his teeth. No one else had the right to torment Sanem but him. There were clearly others involved, guilty parties who had betrayed him. And somehow, even Sanem had played a part in it, knowingly or not.

He would make them all pay, one by one, crushing them ruthlessly. But Sanem's punishment would be different. He loved her more than anything. He would toy with her mind, toying with her emotions, until he decided he had had enough.

Starting the car, Jan pulled away from the chaos, a devious plan forming in his mind. He would get his revenge, no matter the cost.

Jan stepped into his house. He was fueled with anger. But what he saw instead made him stop in his tracks. Sanem, his innocent wife, was wearing a super sexy short lacy maid apron. She looked flustered and smiled at him, her hands fisting the fabric of her dress.