Sweet Sin – Chapter 13&14

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Sweet Sin – Chapter 13&14
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By Naomi Cindy B.

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Tobias didn’t wait for his words to digest in her system before he strolled past her, the unhinged nastiness in his stare so deep, swirling within and beyond the sockets, oozing from him too.

Jude opened the car door, and he hopped in majestically, carrying his presence with him but leaving darkness in it’s wake.

Nun Estelle secretly rolled her eyes at Seraphina before joining Jude and Tobias in the car.

Even as the car zoomed out of the teahouse park, Seraphina wouldn’t move. She couldn’t.

Her wide blue dress got blown messily by the breeze, but she doesn’t feel it.

His words kept echoing in her skull, ringing like the hell bell…

“The dirty words that made your starved p$ssy cûm in the Church counsel box, exactly a week ago.”

Again, the sweat began forming on her underarms, cheeks, laps.

She quickly held her car body when she staggered without a push. That made a gasp fall off her lips.

“No…” She whispered. “No…that wasn’t his voice. It wasn’t his voice. It wasn’t….” She gasped again, covering her lips with her palm.

“How did he….”

Her head spun, and she got a slinging headache immediately.

She held the head with her other hand, marching her bag without knowing. She gulped.

“It can’t be…” She shook her head, imagining what his face would look like when she was m+aning.

How satisfied he would have looked. How stupid she’d have looked.

She squatted beside her car, wrapping her arms around her knees. “No no no….”

How did she miss all the hints?

Of course no other person would be as corrupt as that to give her filthy orders in the Church.

Tobias St. Graves?

Made her c+m that hard?

She bit deep into her knee.

—

[Savior’s Alive Church]

Jude made sure to stop the car in front of the Rectory as the walk from the park to the Rectory is somehow lengthy. He did it for Tobias.

Tobias stepped out, and Jude came out too to give him a slight bow.

“General prayers with workers won’t start till 9pm tonight. And don’t forget the charity dinner tomorrow. The Redd family are a big part of the Church, and the former Priest attended every charity dinner they hosted. I think you should.” He said.

Tobias didn’t reply.

He turned to enter the Rectory, but Estelle rushed after him.

“Father!” She grabbed his arm like she has been doing since a week ago, and Tobias has been allowing her.

But it’s different today cos the moment she touched him, his glare nearly cut her head in two.

So acidic and cruel.

She quickly let go of his arm.

“I just wanted to tell you my knee wound have healed,” she pointed at her knee, slowly.

“And you want another bite? On your mouth this time?” Tobias glared, harder than a stone.

“Huh?” She sounded.

“Nun Estelle!” Jude shouted from the base, and Estelle quickly bowed.

Tobias entered the Rectory.

“Don’t go too close,” Jude told Estelle. “If he’s really as dangerous as Nun Ruth said, then it’s better to stay off his black book.” He muttered.

“Y’all can say whatever you say! He’s clean! The Church did spiritual and physical research before appointing him. Just like we nuns have to stay v+rgin and chaste before becoming nuns, Priests also have to be v+rgin and clean before they can even be accepted in seminary school. So whatever y’all are on to? I don’t believe it!” Estelle stumped.

“No no!” Jude quickly said. “Don’t get me wrong. I like and respect Father Tobias so much, but—”

“Keep the rest to yourself.” Estelle interrupted and left him.

Jude sighed, got back in the car and drove off to the park.

—

[Rectory]

The coat and shirt are out of Tobias body now. Left in his slacks, he stood by a small wall in his juice-packed cellar, staring at the red juices.

The Church is funny as hell, stacking his cellar with dumb juices.

All his life, he has never tasted juice. It’s either alcoholic wine or alcohol itself, so this cellar is silly.

He just stood in front of it, staring like he wants to demolish it.

At the other side of the cellar wall, there are sealed paint bowls.

The company delivered them since three days ago, and he has scheduled the painting to start tomorrow night.

He’s gonna paint by himself.

He let out a thick grunt, moving closer to the cellar.

He pulled a compartment open with a thick drawstring, and a slice of wood fell off, revealing a really long metal box which he carried.

His jaws was ticking, metal squeaking, and muscles dancing attractively beneath his flesh as he walked to the table and dropped the box. He unlocked the small padlock beside it with a key, and the box was finally ready for opening.

He threw the metal open, revealing his girlfriend which sat pretty in the box like a queen she is.

He reached for it with two fingers outstretched, running them through the body of the cold, pretty weapon.

A Benelli M4 gun.

Long. Cold. With dried blood all-over the body like a signature.

Yeah, this is his baby.

His girlfriend.

His favorite thing existing.

This pretty thing here wasted the lives of his offenders for him back at Hollows. Back at Odium.

“Mayhem,” he breathed harshly, picking the gun up eventually.

Mayhem is the name he gave it. If something’s as pretty as this, then it deserves a pretty name too.

He raised Mayhem’s nozzle up, pointing it at the wall.

He could still hear the screams of students when he entered the cafeteria with Mayhem to shoot down a bastard who dared to steal his money from his hostel in Uni.

That memory made him let his smirk show, but the smirk faded when his mind went to his teahouse meeting.

He saw when Stupid Dog entered the teahouse to advertise her crotchets to the people inside, and he heard every single thing they said to her.

Calling her crotchets ugly.

Calling her a jinx of the Redd family.

Calling her a failure.

Saying who’d buy her dumb stuff?

And lots more.

He heard everything, and he saw when she walked out dejectedly.

What a failure she really is.

But she did good fingering herself in that counsel box though.

Not like he saw her doing it.

He didn’t see her.

He could have peeped at her greedy p+ssy through the airhole of the box, but he choose not to.

If he wants, he would.

He only gave her the orders from the other side of the box.

And when she began moaning?

He didn’t expect to actually get hard, but he did.

He got sickeningly hard.

Her moans were so innocently pure—a contrast to his darkness. There was no way it wouldn’t penetrate.

He got hard and leaked precum that day from his tip.

So…

She’s not completely a failure.

Tobias locked back up, staring deeper at Mayhem in his hand.

Everyone deserves whatever is coming their way—including Stupid Dog herself.

When she dies, her family would probably throw her body to the dogs.

He brought the gun to his lips and pressed his consuming lips to it, kissing it deep.

By the cellar door, Grimm watched him silently, smiling.

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[Nuns Convent – Ruth’s Room]

The room would be dark if not for the lone candle burning on a flat plate on top of the room table.

The smell of incense rolled with the candle flame, and Ruth sat on a chair, facing the table with wet face.

She sobbed slowly, sniffling, letting the tears flow freely.

Nuns must be pure and chaste before they can be nuns, but she entered this place through dubious means cos she wanted a long break from the outside world. She wanted a break from sins.

She ain’t a v+rgin anyways.

V+rgin? That’s funny.

Cos in Hollow University, she was popular for her debauchery despite the fact that she came from a religious family.

But all of her s+x came from one man though, so she was never a slut.

One man ruined her.

She drew her dress up from her lap, and on that lap, there’s a skin-twin duct tape which has the exact shade of her skin. She removed the tape.

Beneath the tape, sat a hidden tattoo.

The tattoo: Wrath’s Girl.

Her tear fell on it, and she rested her head on the table, crying harder.

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[Wrath Investments Empire]

“Are we gonna be attending the charity dinner tomorrow?” Kelly asked eagarly as she came out of a conference right beside Dean.

The company is working on another investment deal, and it’s connected to Redd family again.

“When I signed the contract of marrying Seraphina, I didn’t expect our collaboration wouldn’t end there. Now, I have to see them more often than planned.” Dean complained.

Kelly frowned. “C’mon, it’s business. Smart people prosper more with business deals they make with their enemies.”

“I knew you’d say that,” Dean laughed shortly. “But business with the Redds is hot cake, so it’s worth the trouble. The giant hotel building construction is only just starting, but the Princess of Cambodia already booked two Suites down pending when it’d be completed. The Redds got influence, and I’ll use them.”

“Yes, boo,” Kelly smiled. “I mean, we have to make this money till the bank gets tired of our deposits. But you haven’t told me the real reason you married Seraphina though.”

“I told you it was for a good cause, and it’d bring me good fortune in the future.” Dean pocketed his hands.

“That bit ain’t enough. You’re keeping the real shit from me.” Kelly shrugged.

“It’s been a week since I saw Seraphina, and I already forgot about that old-fashioned thing, but you had to bring her up.” Dean sighed.

“Sorry about that!” Kelly laughed, slipping her arms on his shoulders. “But we’re going to that dinner.”

“Of course we will,” Dean’s arms caged her waist, shoving her close till her heels stabbed his shoes, but their lips couldn’t collide before someone entered the hallway, interrupting it.

“Saint?” Dean frowned when he saw the face of the interrupter.

With unruly smoke between his lips, Saint approached, steps slow.

“You cannot smoke in here. Drop the cancer stick!” Dean scolded, but it was like scolding a f+ckin’ tree.

Saint blew out a cloud of smokes, and Dean wanted to go throw him out instantly, but Kelly held him back.

“Hey, Saint.” She smiled at him.

Saint ignored her totally, zeroing his attention to Dean.

“Were you about to kiss Kelly? You didn’t break up?” He questioned, hanging his smoke between his fingers and resting on the wall.

“Damn, I knew you’d never break up with her cos maybe her p+ssy is a dang sugar hole for you, but getting married to the Redd family girl while you’re still with Kelly? You’re bi+ching real bad, Dean the m0therf+cker.”

“Dumb f+ck!” Dean spat, storming forward, but Kelly blocked him again, facing Saint by herself.

“Saint, you’re in a respected Empire, and you know the rules and ethics which I expect you to follow. Don’t smoke, or smoke at the smoking area if you wanna smoke at all. With that said, how are you doing? How is your racing going? Are you still topping the road as usual?” She said sweetly, acting professional again.

Saint gave her a disgusted look first, then he took a puff from his cigar and nodded, pointing the ashed cigar end at the ceiling. He looked up. “Is someone up there? Did someone talk to me from up there? I think I just heard a sluttyass speak to my face and it stinks like shit!”

“What the f+ck!” Kelly gasped.

This time, Kelly didn’t stop Dean when Dean lunged for Saint.

“You know it’s hilarious to see you acting like a king on Toby’s property.” Saint uttered, and Dean stopped.

Saint continued…

“The moment Toby left for seminary, you took over this Empire like you’ve been waiting to f+ckin’ own it! You didn’t change, Dean. When you and Toby were kids, you ruined your bicycle just cos you didn’t like it, then you stole his bicycle and made it yours. Now you don’t steal bicycles anymore, you steal Empires!”

“Wrath Investments Empire is mine! It has always been my thing! I’ll kill you if you mention one more false sentence to my face!” Dean sneered.

“So who’s Wrath?” Saint asked, his eyes dashing with freakiness which matched the ash on his cigar butt.

Dean sneered, again. “Wrath is me! Tobias stole that nickname from me! You know nothing, Saint, and you’ll forever stay in the dark where you belong like a blind sheep!”

Saint nodded, lifting himself from the wall where he leaned.

“You’re not good at lying, Dean. Don’t make me laugh.” He dropped the cigar butt on the floor.

He took Dean’s hanky from his pocket and wiped his hands with it, then he threw it on the floor, too.

He walked out.

“I’mma end Saint, I swear. F+ck our brotherly bond!” Dean threatened.

“Calm down, baby.” Kelly rubbed his chest, shooing his rage. “Saint is a baby to you. Don’t get worked up by his words. We both know you’re the real Wrath. It’s always been you.”

Dean heaved, leaning on her.

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[Dean’s Estate – Dinning]

There’s no foodstuffs left in the house, so Seraphina had to order a takeout from a restaurant.

As she sat on the dinning chair with the meal on the dinning table in front of her, she looks paralyzed.

She shouldn’t have ordered, cos now it doesn’t look like she’s ever going to touch this food.

She lost her appetite along with her ability to move.

She has been sitting here for an hour now with a lost sense of time, place and everything else.

Tobias made me c+m.

My husband’s brother made me c+m.

It’s the only thing she’s thinking and seeing on the walls around.

Her shame pinned her down.

It’s not guilt anymore.

It’s shame.

It’s so heavy on her that she didn’t know when Allison came in.

Allison honked for long at the park, expecting Seraphina to rush out to her since it had been a week they last saw each other, but Seraphina didn’t come out, so she had to come in.

She was surprised to meet Seraphina staring into space at the dinning room, but she was more surprised to see the ordered food in front of her.

Seraphina? Ordering food?

But more importantly, Seraphina didn’t shake no matter how loud her heels sounded on the marble.

Seraphina didn’t even blink.

“Phina,” she knocked the table with her knuckles.

Nothing.

“Phina!!” She yelled.

Seraphina jumped up, knocking the food off the table.

It poured on the floor.

“Lis?” She gasped.

“Yeah, and you need to tell me straight up what the fûck is going on! I’ve been calling, you weren’t picking, you didn’t call too. I came here, blew my honks, you didn’t come out, then I came in to meet you spacing out with ordered food in front of you?”

“Lis,I…I…I’m…not…” Seraphina stumbled over her words.

“Hey,” Allison hurriedly held her shoulders. “Don’t stammer, just breathe through it, ok?”

Seraphina nodded.

“I…. it’s…not…what…”

“No, calm down, Phina. You’re still stammering.” Allison massaged her throat, trying to regulate.

Seraphina stayed still, and Allison gave her a cup of water to drink.

She gulped it all, and that seemed to calm her a little bit.

She decided it was time to come clean, so she told Allison everything, but she didn’t include the Church and Tobias with the counseling part.

“Oh my God!” Allison stood over her….”Oh my f+ckin…God! All these been happening, and you’ve been curtaining them from me? Dean has a fiancee? He…put his hands on you? Put a knife on you? Gave you curfew? He wouldn’t even buy foodstuffs and you’ve… you’ve been looking for jobs?” Allison gasped.

“And you didn’t tell me? You kept me in the dark? I’m your best friend! More like your sister, Phina!”

“I knew you’d react like this, and I didn’t want to bother you…” Seraphina stood too.

“How else am I supposed to react when my baby is getting abused like this? Oh my God…” Allison raised her hands. “You know what? Go gather your things, you’re coming to my place with me. I’mma call my lawyer, and by tomorrow, we’ll file marital abuse against him, get him grilled and then file a divorce!”

“No!” Seraphina rejected.

“No what? Phina—”

“You know damn well Dean will still win the case. He’s got unbeatable lawyers!” Seraphina argued.

Allison went silent for a beat. She knew Seraphina was right.

Dean is dangerously equipped.

“I don’t plan to leave like this. He married me for a reason, I wanna know the reason, and I’m also gonna make him pay for what he has done, all while in this house. Lis, can you let me do that at least?”

“No…” Allison shook her head. “This animal might kill you! For devil’s sake, he put a knife on you!”

“If he wanted to kill me, he’d have done that. Whoever told him to marry me probably wants me alive, and I need to know why. I promise I’ll be fine, and I’ll never burden you with my plights. Your sister Bexley already hates your closeness to me.” Seraphina explained.

“Bexley is my baby sis, and I know how to contain her. And you’ll never be a burden to me. I can give you some money to start a profitable business and you’ll—”

“You know I’ll never start like that, Lis. You started on your own with your own money, and I want the same.” Seraphina nodded.

“Phina…” Allison held her hands.

“Trust me, and I’ll be fine…” Seraphina assured.

“But I can at least borrow you some money for your upkeep, right? You’ll buy gas for you car, buy pads, change your underwear and eat. I’ll borrow you the money that’ll cover for all that for a month, then when you get a job, you can pay back. Don’t say no.” Allison offered.

“Ok.” Seraphina smiled.

“Come here,” Allison widened her arms, and Seraphina walked into it, giving her a tight hug.

“I love you so much, Phina.”

“I love you too, Lis.”

Then, another car drove into the park outside.

Thinking it’s Dean, they broke the hug and expected him to enter, but the doorbell came instead.

Dean wouldn’t ring, so Seraphina quickly went there to open up.

It’s one of the family guards from Redd Estate.

He came with an invite which he handed to Seraphina.

Then he left without a word.

Seraphina opened the invite, and Allison joined her to check it out.

“The Charity dinner invite?”

Seraphina looked at her.

“Yeah, I’m invited.”

“I’m the event planner.” Allison replied. “It’s what I’ve been organizing since a week ago.”

Seraphina caressed the edges of the invitation, slowly.

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[Next Day – A Private Hotel Hall]

Yellow chandeliers hanging from the ceiling set bright gold glows.

Cocktails and mocktails were set in neat triangular lines on the golden-linen tables.

The floors gleamed like polished, refined jewels, and the walls crawled with shadows of men in suits and women in dresses.

The wealthiest personalities of this city. Men and women who gathered their money through unclean means.

Madly rich people who’d still off the heads of anyone who dared to steal even a cent from their stack.

Here in this room, words don’t matter, status speak.

It might be tagged a charity dinner, but for big shots like them, it’s an opportunity to show off.

The more you donate, the more you dominante.

The amount you donate tonight will determine the amount of buzz your name will create at daybreak

It’ll determine the number of magazines, news outlets and tabloids that’d speak your name with prestige and new respect tommorow.

Tonight is a night of ranks.

Male servers wore white shirts and pants. Female servers wore same, but instead of pants, it’s short skirts.

Allison can boast that the planning of this dinner is one of her best works.

As she stood in the first heart of the hall, watching everything unfold, she smiled at yet another achievement.

Genevieve Redd and Marley Redd are at the second heart of the hall, smiling like the kindest people on planet earth and chatting with the exclusive wealthy guests.

Kimmy and Acosta are at one side, communicating with people too, probably talking about the upcoming project they’re chasing.

Dora and Peach stayed together.

But Dora kept glaring at Peach, and Peach glared back at her.

“Little girl, I have better grudges to hold. I don’t do kiddies.” Dora said, swirling her wine in her cup.

“You sprayed me, and I nearly died cos of you. You should be thanking me that I didn’t mention your name, my mum would have cooked you.” Peach responded, bratty.

“You nearly died? That sounds unfinished. Should have sprayed you to death cos the sight of your father is enough for me! I don’t need another black ape, aka, you, in the estate!” Dora faced her squarely.

Peach picked a glass of wine and spat inside it, then she faced Dora again to wet her with the saliva wine, but Acosta appeared from nowhere, snatching the glass from her and taking her away from Dora.

“She was gon’ splash me?” Dora chuckled. “She’s finally growing some balls, but I’mma burst those balls.”

She returned her attention to the servers spot where the servers are taking serving trays from.

There, she saw someone she didn’t expect here tonight.

The lawbreaking face.

Saint St. Graves?

Saint is here as a server???

“Fûck.” She muttered, making him her focus instantly.

At the servers, Saint and Bexley picked their serving trays at the same time, and Saint intentionally brushed her breast with his elbow.

Bexley turned too fast, dropping the serving tray with her. Her face twisted with immediate dissatisfaction and anger.

“Sorry if you felt that.”
Saint said with raised brows, his undertone so obvious.

Bexley raised her serving tray to slap his face and ruin his pride, but Allison’s hand dragged her.

Allison took her away from him, but their eyes never left each other.

As Allison dragged Bexley from the back, Bexley glared venomously at Saint, and Saint? He picked a cocktail and drank it all while still holding eyes with her, tightly.

The drink trickled down the right corner of his lip, and he darted his tongue out to lick, still not breaking the eye contact till Allison took Bexley out of the hall.

From her spot, Dora watched everything that just happened.

She knew Saint just fl+rted with Bexley, and Bexley immediately entered her to-kill list.

She picked a cup of c+cktail, removed the red berries from it and plucked them from the fancy skewer.

She shoved five berries into her mouth at once, eating like a freak.

The berry juice leaked down her chin, looking blood-like.

—

Allison took Bexley to the balcony, and they stood facing each other, but Bexley’s arms are crossed obstinately.

“You were gonna smash the tray on his head?” Allison snapped.

“He’s a pervert! He brushed my chest with his elbow! He knew what he was doing!” Bexley shouted.

“I don’t care, Bex! I do not!” Allison shouted back. “I planned this event, so any mistake will surely r+duce my aura point and my balance, coupled with the fact that you’re my sister! You wanna ruin me that bad? Huh? Do you even know who he is himself? Saint St. Graves! He’s probably playing around posing as a server! You don’t wanna mess with anyone pf them. They’re freaks starting from the twins Dean and Tobias to Saint himself or their Uncle Will!”

“Don’t read to me their family tree,” Bexley rolled eyes. “I’m sorry. I’ll comport myself.”

“You better do, for real,” Allison nodded. “Now go back to that hall and start comporting!”

Bexley returned to the hall, and Allison gathered herself together before returning to the hall too.

Seraphina was the first person she encountered.

She’s just coming in from the front door, looking put together in her plain black dinner dress.

Wide and modest as usual.

“At this point, I think you have a fight with other colors. Why always black or white? Why always those two boring colors?” Allison said.

“Lis,” Seraphina smiled when she saw her, and their paths collided.

“You couldn’t even put on a dab of powder?” Allison looked at her face.

“Can I be left alone?” Seraphina smiled again.

“That’s like your favorite line,” Allison laughed.

Seraphina took a glass of wine from a passing server.

“So,” Allison turned serious. “Why are you here? You said you weren’t sure you’d come.”

“Girl, you told me to bring some of my crotchets along, and you might help introduce them to some of your clients. Of course I’d come.” Seraphina shrugged.

“I’ll only be able to talk with clients after the donations though.” Allison quickly said.

“I don’t mind, I’ll wait.” Seraphina agreed, and Allison took her to a safer part of the hall.

While they were heading there, Kimmy caught sight of them.

A knowing smile widened her lips, and she turned her head to Dora who’s behind her.

Dora saw Seraphina too, and she’s smiling as intentionally as Kimmy.

They raised their glasses in quiet celebration of what’s to come.

The donation floor was opened, targeted towards two hundred foster homes across the country.

Saint was the first to raise his glass…

“Twenty Million.”

All eyes turned to him on the servers seat that he’s on, and both Genevieve and Marley were stunned.

Saint St. Graves on a server uniform?

“Whore,” Bexley muttered with hate, hissing quietly.

“Fifty Million!” A new voice entered, and all heads turned once again.

Towards the door.

Dean came in with Kelly beside him, her bitchy dress slit nearly revealing her p$ssy face as she walked.

“It’s our in-law,” Marley grinned.

“Sorry I’m late,” Dean apologized. “Work was tight today, but I still couldn’t miss this charity event. There are too many helpless people in the world who needs my money.”

“You’ve always been benevolent, Dean.” Genevieve gave him a quick side hug.

“You were talking about Kelly Price?” Allison said beside Seraphina. “That’s Dean’s Analyst.”

“That’s what everyone thinks,” Seraphina replied, scoffing faintly. “She’s his fiancee.”

“Of course,” Allison held her throat like she’s stopping herself from throwing up. “Look at them, they fit. It’s a pity you don’t wear these kinda dresses she wears. Your brutal shape will make her lock herself in her room for the rest of the year.”

Seraphina smiled.

Allison will always have her side. That’s a no-brainer.

“200 Million.” Marley raised his glass, continuing the donation.

“250,” Genevieve raised her glass. “Fatherless kids deserve more.”

“300.” Another voice came from the crowd of the wealthy.

“500.”

“550.”

“600.”

“750.”

“800….”

The donations kept rising, flowing in. It’s like an auction at this point.

“One billion.” Dean said again after long minutes of bidding.

Kelly’s hand is on his p+nts below their table.

She stroked his d+ck warmly.

“5.5 billion.” A voice came from the top balcony of the hall.

Everyone had to look up in overfilled shock.

Who’d donate that much to fuckin’ charity?

Jude stood on that balcony, raising his hand instead of wine glass.

“5.5.” he repeated.

“From the Priest?” Genevieve stood.

“Of course,” Jude smiled. “He said y’all can go home with your donations. His donation is enough to feed the orphanages.”

Dean stood, gasping.

“Tobias?”

“Father Tobias,” Jude corrected strictly before leaving the balcony.

Dean’s eyes widened.

5.5? From Tobias??

How???

Kelly stood with him too, astounded.

Half of the people in the room stood.

Seraphina’s mind raced, again.

Fear creeped in at the mention of Tobias damn name.

Saint is the only one grinning.

But in the middle of the shock, another wave crashed in.

Dora and Kimmy projected a video on the walls of the hall.

It’s not only on a spot. It’s on every spot on the wall on different screens like they used different projectors.

It’s on the floors and the ceilings too.

The screens are like hundred, and each screen is dedicated to Seraphina, showing how she was begging her highschool boyfriend to take her back after he broke up with her. She cried after him on the school field, and he laughed at her, taunting her with her v+rgin+ty that he took.

The video was only two minutes long, but pathetic.

Everyone watched quietly till Dora turned off the projectors and laughed so loud she choked on her own spit.

Allison has been holding Seraphina’s hand since the start of the video.

Seraphina’s whole skin is shaking, Allison could feel the tremble against herself as everyone stared at her.

Seraphina’s mouth tightened, nearly splitting her tongue in two.

She didn’t cry, but she shook more.

“Phina…” Allison muttered.

Genevieve and Marley look satisfied and happy with the shit-show of their two mean daughters.

“She has never been worthy of being loved. She has never been worthy of being a member of this family. She’d shame us at any chance she gets!” Kimmy shouted, joining Dora.

“So I sent her an invite, thinking she’d be too ashamed to join the gathering of success, but she still came!” Dora added. “She’s an epitome of shame!”

And that was the last straw.

Seraphina plucked her hand from Allison’s hold, grabbed a glass of cocktail since there’s no bottle.

If this were a movie, this is the part where the intense music rolls in.

Seraphina smashed the glass on the nearest table, breaking it and hurting herself in the process, but it doesn’t matter now.

She picked the sharp, crazily jagged part of the glass and ran across the tables, chairs, people, lights, till she arrived at her sisters side.

Dora received a stab on her chest first, then Kimmy received a stab on her upper arm.

The two sisters cried out in harmony as the glass pierced their flesh, and blood dropped on the hall floor.

Gasps tore from mouths.

Eyes widened again.

People gagged.

Acosta stayed neutral.

Allison smiled.

“Interesting.” Saint tapped the rim of his wine glass.

Genevieve and Marley couldn’t believe it.

“Guards!!!” Genevieve yelled.

“No,” Allison muttered, moving, but Seraphina was swifter.

Immediately the guards came inside, Seraphina dashed for the side staircase that led to the upper balcony.

Thankfully, her heels aren’t tall.

“Get her!” Marley yelled, veins stretching in his neck. “And call the cops and ambulance!”

Shoes pounded the marble behind Seraphina as the guards chased her to that top. She climbed the twelve stairs two at once, and fortunately for her, there’s a door at the top.

She entered, met another stair which took her down, and opened another door which took her to the underground park of the hotel.

Her eyes widened, cos her car isn’t here. She parked her car at the general park at the top.

But she gotta leave this place.

The guards bursted out behind her—six of them, coming at her tail.

Seraphina’s heart dropped, and her hair swirled as she turned back to the dark park, stacked with expensive black cars she hadn’t seen before.

The blinding headlights of one of the cars is now on. It’s obviously ready to move, so Seraphina took her chance.

She flew to the car, opened the backdoor and rushed in.

Her wide dress knocked her down immediately she entered, and she had to crawl on her knees as the familiar scent hit her in the gut.

But right now?

She has no time to think about who it is as she shoved her face somewhere in the car.

Unknown to her, she shoved her face in the middle of Tobias laps—right on top of his c+vk.

Tobias only came here to donate. He didn’t even enter the donation room cos they’re all unworthy ants who’re below him anyways.

He stayed in the car and only sent Jude to go do the donation.

Jude returned just now, and they were about to leave, but she crawled into his car.

Through the hood of his dark eyes, he looked down at her head, hooked between his legs.

Jude looked back from the driver’s seat, surprised.

“Who’s that?”

“Please… please take me out of here! I just want to leave here!” Seraphina begged, face still between those legs.

“What!” Jude blinked, not knowing who she is since she can’t see her hidden face anyways.

He looked at Tobias.

Tobias is still looking down at Seraphina’s head.

“Drive.” He said without looking up.

Jude didn’t argue.

He moved the car.

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Hearing that voice, Seraphina tried to raise her face, but Tobias pressed down the back of her head with his left hand, keeping her face trapped—indirectly on top of his c+vk.

Feeling his insanely huge bulge on her lips, Seraphina choked.

TBC.