SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 100

- ASAMI -

The idiot trusts me. I chuckle under my breath, enjoying a glass of wine in my designated private office in the university.

It’s surreal how she does but who wouldn’t? I have my ways with breaking people’s wall, but she eased up to me so easily.

I take another sip.

Poor, poor Hazel actually thinks I like her. My eyes dulls as I stare into empty space. Flash warning, I don’t. Killian’s old woman is watching my every movement like a hawk, yes, I can’t hurt the girl but I can get into her mind. And it won’t be long till those mind games turn into something more. After all, she wants to have ‘lunch’ sometime.

She’s dumb, that’s for sure, but she’s just nineteen. I roll my eyes. A very gullible and aggravating nineteen year old.

I sigh. Hazel has no idea I know who she’s with. Although I’m acting out based on my own personal feelings, which is amateurish and inappropriate, I will break them. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Killian’s engaged. To her best friend in fact and that is very useful information. A smirk forms on my face. Not to talk about the fact that she’s having an affair with a professor. As long as Hazel is in the dark of Killian’s underworld life, I can swoon this thing to my advantage. I’m not planning on revealing who I am yet, but I have thought of what to do. It won’t be long till I break her, so much she’d beg to leave him, and the best part? Killian won’t even know it’s my doing.

He is being reckless these days. He should’ve stayed clear from the student. Especially when she’s not accustomed to the hardness of life like we are. This world is wicked, evil in fact, I learnt that at age ten when I was sold to a middle aged man to be wedded to him. He didn’t in fact wed me, he made me his underaged sex slave and forced himself on me so many times, regardless of how bad it hurt and how badly it damaged me.

My jaw clenches. He never took me to parties or dinners as promised. Even he knew his pedophilic ass would be judged in society. I spent my childhood crying and hoping for a better day. To be free. I thought I’d get used to it or things will get better. That was until the same thing happened for a year and when I dared showed my face in one of his hosted events, he beat me till I almost lost my life.

To make it worse, he injected a disease in my veins and left me without food and care as punishment. It was then I realised that in an evil world, a girl has got to have a girl’s back no matter what.

If that vain man was hard bent of making me worthless, why not take everything from him? Why not make myself smart and witty yet play the fool and get all his data? The private ones as well.

Men are stupid when it comes to thinking. It all falls down to a little nip slip and a pussy to make them lose themselves. He wanted to have sex with me? Sure. I let him abuse me. But I taped it of course.

I stole his important files and made photocopies while selling them for huge amounts to his competitors. I opened a secret account myself and he did not suspect a thing. After all, I was a dumb eleven year old pleasure slave.

Belittling me was the biggest mistake he ever made because despite my weak strength, I was not stupid. Life just made me be born into a useless family and put me in unfavourable circumstances but I chose to change my life. In order for me not to be abused, I chose the risky and winning part of the game.

Not much people know this story, but I had my first kill at age twelve. Successfully taking all his life’s long possessions to the drain, I killed him in the most gruesome way possible for all he had done to me.

I thought having blood in my hands would terrify me but back then, seeing him cry and beg for his life from me, the child he tortured for so many months, pleased me. I remember the feeling all too well. It was beautiful.

I made him suffer although not enough and when I had him at the brink of death, I let him live. Not because I was afraid, but because I wanted him to have a fast death by poison and fire.

I burned his manor along with everyone in it. There was no way his servants were idle of what was going on in that house yet they chose to stay silent and watch me suffer. So those evil seeds needed to go too.

I didn’t think much of what was to come to me after that but I had money. Most of my wealth I acquired was from him. But you know the best part about this sad story?

I went back to the family I was born into. My alcoholic and abusive father and the junkie mother. I laugh out loud, being born with them as my parents was the biggest mistake life made.

They made my life horrible. I needed to save earth of their existence. I killed them. Killed my relatives. Killed my siblings. Killed everyone they knew. The favourite part about being a child is no one ever suspects a thing and bring you first to safety in such events.

Someone saw me though. One of the old pedophile’s competitors was always on my tail without me knowing and he called for me. He gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse. A life source. One I was already used to and had dived too hard into it that I couldn’t turn down or else, he’d rid me of it.

I accepted it wholeheartedly. Even though I never knew the face of the man.

When I first met Killian, the intention was never to. . . . bond with him but to do something else. Circumstances changed but I had no choice to change so I just went along with it till it bottled up and I wanted to explode.

I had a terrible life and the one person who saw me for me yet never judged me was Killian. He showed me love. He showed me that one’s past decisions didn’t define the person. He was my light in this gloomy world.

He was my first, and regrettably, only love. He even joined me in my endeavours.

A wry smile forms on my face. And although I was the cause of our separation, I can’t let anyone else have him. I can’t let someone steal my light.

I want to restore what we had but he already is with someone new.

I sigh. Even if I have a chance to be with him, I wonder if he’ll accept me and if he does accept me, I wonder if he’ll still want to be with me in the long run. Especially if he finds out the things I know but keep from him. I hold a secret he craves to know so badly.

I know who killed Killian’s parents but that information is not one I am able to share with him. For his sake. . . . and for mine.