Chapter 261

Flashback 23 years ago

Author’s point of view

"Thank you, Thomas," she replied with her usual calm and a manufactured composure. "This is truly wonderful."

Violet began to wander through the apartment, touching the marble with her fingertips and feeling the quality of the fabrics. Joy danced in her depths because she now owned property of this magnitude, but she never let it show on her face.

She wasn’t the type to scream or jump with joy; instead, she maintained her coldness as if he had gifted her a simple bouquet of flowers rather than multi-million dollar real estate. It was precisely this coldness that drove Thomas to the brink of insanity; the more he did the impossible for her, the less he found the explosive reaction he was used to from other women.

This pushed him, every time, to gift her more expensive and precious things, craving to see even just once a look of genuine awe in her eyes.

"Do you like the taste?" Thomas asked as he watched her intently, trying to read what lay behind her calm features. "Is there anything you want to change?"

"Yes, I like it," she answered with her lethal coldness. "Your taste is exquisite." Although this brief sentence didn’t satisfy his ego as a man who had exerted monumental effort, her mere acceptance of the gift was enough for him for now.

He approached her slowly, wrapping his powerful arms around her waist from behind and burying his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. "Violet... a whole month has passed since we’ve been together," he whispered in a husky voice.

"Yes, a beautiful month," she said calmly.

"Throughout this entire month, you never allowed me to touch you," he said with a tone mixing reproach and burning desire. "You settled for giving me a single stolen kiss now and then. I’ve nearly lost my mind from the waiting."

Violet, with her feminine cunning, had prevented Thomas from reaching her body throughout that period to increase her value in his eyes and make him yearn for her more. She knew this "flirtatious delay" had reached its finish line. She turned to him and said craftily, "My dear Thomas... you know that precious and beautiful things are always worth the long wait to truly taste their sweetness."

He tightened his grip on her waist, his voice trembling with lust. "And I have waited long enough... I want you now, in this moment, and in your new home."

He leaned in to kiss her, and this time she didn’t pull away. Instead, she exchanged kisses with him with heat and ignition, tasting him as she felt his hand begin to strip her clothes.

Piece by piece, her garments tumbled to the floor until she stood completely naked a marble statue in the center of the living room. Thomas gazed at her body in awe; the whiteness of her skin and the symmetry of her breasts and sculpted waist surpassed all his imaginations. "Violet... damn it," he said in a choked voice. "You aren’t human... you are so erotic it makes a man lose his senses."

She looked at him with heavy, seductive eyes and asked, "Do you really want me, Thomas?"

"I want you more than anything in this world," he said, visibly inflamed, unable to take his eyes off her curves.

He lunged at her chest hungrily, clamping his mouth over her nipples, sucking them with force and hunger, while his fingers pressed boldly against the tip of her other nipple. Violet let out muffled moans of pleasure as she felt the heat of his body sweeping over her coldness. He gently pushed her until she lay back on the luxurious sofa, slowly spreading her legs.

He then buried his fingers, stroking her clitoris with skill and experience as he panted, "You have a fascinating pussy... look how it’s making my dick want to explode from the intensity of the erection."

"Then don’t make it wait," she whispered, tilting her head from side to side, her hair scattering over the pillows. "Show me what you can do to me right now."

He inserted a finger inside her wet pussy and began to pump it forcefully, followed by a second and a third until her pussy was completely filled. She began to scream out loud from that mad mix of pain and pleasure.

At that crucial moment, Thomas quickly unzipped his pants, revealing his long, erect dick that was throbbing with desire. He then thrust it inside her in one violent, deep surge. "Finally..." he said in a triumphant tone as he sank into her depths. "Finally, you are mine alone, Violet."

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Two weeks had passed since that thunderous night in the new apartment. Violet was returning from university with slow, heavy steps, as if her bag, laden with medical books, had come to weigh tons. The moment she opened her parents’ front door, a suspicious silence greeted her, pierced only by muffled sobs. Her mother was sitting in the center of the living room, her frail body shaking violently under the weight of a bitter, uncontrollable weeping.

Violet felt a sharp sting of anxiety in her chest. Her mind immediately jumped to the image of her ailing father, thinking his hour had finally come. "What is wrong, Mother?" she asked in a cautious, reserved tone. "Why all this wailing? What happened?"

Her mother raised her eyes, red and swollen from excessive tears. "Violet... calamity has fallen upon us," she said in a faltering voice full of despair. "There is very bad news."

Violet tightened her grip on her bag, her knuckles turning white. "Speak, Mother... has Father’s condition worsened? Has something happened to him?"

The mother wiped her tears with the hem of her wet dress, trying to catch her breath. "Your father is fine for now... but the catastrophe has struck your sister, Meredith. She is undergoing urgent surgery today."

Violet knitted her brows, a flash of annoyance crossing her features. "Surgery?" she asked curtly. "And what surgery warrants this level of collapse?"

"I told you before that she had a tumor in her uterus," the mother said with a bitter lump in her throat, as if swallowing a coal. "But the tests today were a thunderbolt... the doctors decided there is no escape from a total hysterectomy. They are going to strip her of her femininity and her ability to conceive forever."

Violet had never harbored any affection for her sister, Meredith; they had always been in constant friction. However, hearing this news sent a cold shiver through her entire body. The idea of removing the organ that carries life was terrifying, especially as she hid an opposing secret within her own vitals. "That is truly unfortunate," she said with her usual coldness, averting her gaze. "I wish her a recovery from this illness."

"Come, my daughter," the mother continued, rising wearily as if the worry had bent her back. "We are going to her now. She is entering the hospital this hour for the procedure."

Violet nodded briefly. "Fine, Mother. I’ll change my clothes and we’ll head out."

She went up to her room, and as she was stripping off her university clothes, her phone screen lit up with a message from Thomas: "My love... the apartment is cold without you. I am waiting for you today in our little home; I want to suck the exhaustion out of you in my arms." She sighed in annoyance, a faint nausea dancing in her stomach.

She typed a quick, dry reply: "I can’t come today, a family emergency... perhaps tomorrow." She stepped out of the room and called out, her voice echoing through the silent house, "Mother... I’m ready, let’s go." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

They took a taxi and headed toward the hospital with contrasting hearts. The moment they opened the door to the room, they were met by a storm of wailing. Meredith was lying on the bed in a state of hysterical crying, her body convulsing as if in a seizure, while her husband, Stuart, sat beside her, covering his face with his hands and sobbing audibly. Upon the mother’s entrance, she exploded into a collective weeping with them, turning the place into a literal wake.

Violet grew tired of this dramatic scene, feeling her nerves fraying from the excessive noise. "Enough of this nonsense!" she said with an icy coldness that stunned everyone and silenced their tongues. "What is wrong with you all? Are we at a funeral? Meredith is still alive!"

Her mother shot her a broken look of reproach, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Violet... fear God. Your sister’s situation breaks the heart; she is losing the dream of motherhood, my daughter."

At that moment, Violet felt a sudden dizziness. The balance of the room shifted before her eyes; her vision blurred, and the furniture began to dance in a haze. She fought with all her might not to show weakness before them, gripping the edge of the metal bed until her knuckles turned white.

"Mother... be realistic," she said, her voice strained as she tried to remain steady. "This is a necessary medical procedure to save her life . There’s no need for all this drama."

"It’s easy for you to say because you’re cold as ice!" Meredith screamed through high-pitched sobs, her face flushed red. "You aren’t in my place, and you won’t feel the fire burning me... I am going to be barren! I will never carry a child, do you realize the meaning of being without a womb?!"

Meredith’s words about "womb" and "pregnancy" hammered against Violet’s head, and the nausea in her stomach intensified.

She took one step forward, trying to gather her strength to say something to end the situation. "I understand perfectly, Meredith, but wailing won’t change the surgical reality..."

But the words never found their way out. Suddenly, Violet felt as though the floor had been pulled from beneath her feet, and her body became unbearably heavy. The surrounding voices faded, Meredith’s screams turning into a distant hum.

Then, the world went completely dark, and her body collapsed onto the cold marble floor, falling unconscious amidst the gasps of shock that filled the room.