Chapter 155: ~Hellbound~
"Sir, we’ve arrived," the driver’s voice interrupted my thoughts about my mother.
"Yes," I responded absentmindedly, my mind still preoccupied with lingering thoughts.
I added, "I’m also a little nervous about my outfit."
"I’m not here to save you. I’ve simply co to tell you that you’re innocent," I stated with a smile.
"See ? What’s the purpose of this visit?" William expressed his confusion.
"Who is it?" William asked, curious but cautious.
As I approached, I couldn’t shake off the weight of my thoughts about my mother. I felt a strange mix of emotions, a subtle sense of accomplishnt and a distant connection to her mory.
"It’s not necessary for you to say anything," I responded, "I have no complaints about you."
"Yes, ma’am," she answered, smiling.
Derek’s footsteps echoed through the grand halls of his mansion as he hurried ho. Anticipation built within him, wondering why the house felt unusually quiet. The notion that everyone might be asleep at this early hour crossed his mind, but a subtle concern lingered.
"Hello, Mr. William," I greeted casually.
"Can’t you recognize , papa? Rember my mother’s face? Don’t I resemble her?" I sighed, playing my cards carefully.
Ascending the stairs, Derek noticed the absence of any sign of Elena. An unsettling thought whispered through his mind—had sothing happened to her? Swiftly, he rushed to their room, his heart quickening with each step.
"I know you didn’t kill Anne. Paul did it, right?" I said.
"Daniel!"
**
Unease crept over William as he questioned, "Who is it?"
"What?" William was taken aback, demanding, "What did you just call ?"
"Or I’ll switch on this light and set up so candles," I said.
"Daniel, I’m sorry. My own son put
in this situation," William muttered, dropping his gaze in remorse.
"Of course, I’ve co to visit you. After all, you’re my stepfather."
"You can do it, Ma’am, inhale deeply. You are stunning and sexy. Don’t be afraid to express your sexiness to your husband," she said proudly. I gasped as I looked at myself in the mirror.
Soft music played in the background, adding to the allure of the surprise that awaited him. Derek took in the magical atmosphere, his senses heightened by the careful arrangent Elena had orchestrated.
Paul peered at the screen once more, but there was no one there. Maybe she did it because she was bored. He tapped his brow and walked to the bathroom to wash his face.
William pleaded, "Derek, I’m sorry."
"Please, son," William was ready to cry when he said, "Forgive ."
"What?" William questioned.
"He said, ’I didn’t even touch Anne.’"
William’s shock intensified.
"Yes, what did you expect, son of a bitch, that I’ll help you?" I shouted.
I sighed and said to myself, "Yes, I can do it." It’s sothing I have to do. I opened the drawer and took out the necklace. I put it on and glanced at myself in the mirror. I gave a bashful smile and walked up to the candle and fairy light to light it. It appears to be rather lovely. I’m hoping he’ll enjoy it.
The man gripped William’s arm firmly and responded, "You will know shortly."
"You know what, if Paul didn’t do it, I would do it," I declared after a brief glance at him.
"Daniel, can you help ?" he implored.
"Derek," a voice called out, and he turned to find Elena. The sight of her left him spellbound—she stood there, a vision of beauty, her presence illuminated by the soft lights surrounding her. Derek’s eyes widened, unable to divert his gaze from the enchanting scene unfolding before him.
I said, "Pom."
"What should I do now?" I thought.
But I rose and said, "If I were the old Daniel, I would kill you, but I have changed a lot."
I didn’t look back at him. Because of Elena and our unborn child, I really don’t want to get my hands dirty.
But I nodded as if to say no. Actually, I have no idea what he loves and hates.
William, bewildered, demanded, "What are you doing here, Mr. Derek?"
"You killed my mother and attempted to kill , and now you’re begging for my help."
"Daniel, please!" William cried out.
In the intimate setting of their transford room, Derek found himself breathless at the sight of Elena in black and red lingerie. The sultry ensemble accentuated her every curve, the delicate lace teasingly brushing against her soft thighs. From bottom to top, his gaze traversed her enticing form.
"I was wrong. Derek, please accept my apologies," William pleaded, the sincerity in his voice cutting through the tension.
"You’re alive?" My stepfather, William, asked, his eyes widening in disbelief.
**
"Who?" ca a voice, seemingly out of nowhere, disrupting the quiet atmosphere.
Paul was lying in bed, his fingers stroking the laptop screen.
"I’m nervous. Will he like it?" I asked.
"Don’t call my na from your tainted mouth," I responded, the bitterness evident in my voice.
I erged from the bathroom after a lengthy bath. I looked in the mirror and felt uneasy seeing myself in this way. I’d never done anything like this before. I’m hoping Derek likes the black and red combination. I wore a bathrobe to keep warm. I brushed my hair behind my ears and caressed my cheek. I combed my hair and thought about how I would begin. I can’t even imagine it. I’m nervous, but Pom urged
not to worry, that I should always be confident with Derek.
Upon opening the door, the scene before him captivated Derek. The room was transford into a srizing display of dim lights, adorned with white and yellow fairy lights hanging delicately. The soft glow emanated from candles strategically placed around the room. A sweet fragrance wafted through the air, creating an enchanting ambiance.
Paul’s room felt suffocating as he struggled to catch his breath, a rapid exhale echoing his internal turmoil. The weight of unspoken thoughts pressed upon him, driving him to pace restlessly across the confined space.
"How can you forget sothing like that so quickly? I’ve heard you love my mother."
"No, you’re not allowed to be," he muttered to himself, attempting to dismiss the nagging thoughts that lingered in the recesses of his mind.
Derek had been waiting for about five minutes, his presence a reminder of the tangled web of relationships and secrets that surrounded us.
"Elena," Derek managed to utter, his voice tinged with a mix of awe and desire. The re sound of her na felt like a sacred incantation, echoing through the room.
"I... Daniel," William mumbled, confusion etched across his face.
"Yes, Derek," he affird, a gleam in his eyes.
For his happiness, I stole everything from you, even your mother, he confessed.
Her breasts moved in a rhythmic dance, a srizing pattern that held Derek captive. A pendant nestled between her cleavage added a touch of allure, enhancing the already enchanting scene. The room seed to stand still as if ti itself had paused to appreciate the ethereal beauty before him.
I corrected him, "Mr. William, my na is Derek. Daniel died with his mother." A sly grin adorned my face.
"Mr. Derek, I know you aren’t here just to see ," he stated, a sense of skepticism in his voice.
"It isn’t possible. They can’t do it," Paul murmured, a disbelieving whisper escaping his lips.
[Derek’s mansion]
"Ma’am, I’m a bit perplexed. Didn’t you ask what he likes?" Pom asked.
Paul drew his brows together and squinted. Paul wiped his sweat from his brow and then rembered their intimate mont. Paul muttered, "Do you plan to do sothing with Derek, Elena?"
"I simply wanted to see you, Mr. William."
Is everything all right? I set so fairy lights in our bedroom and decorated it with flowers. It will add a romantic touch to the mood.
"Elena, it’s been a long ti since I’ve seen you with wet hair. I want to embrace you in my arms and kiss you. But why is your room so beautifully decorated? Why did you light the candles, and where did the flowers co from?" Paul murmured.
"Mr. William, don’t be sorry. I know you care deeply about your family. You rely married my mother for the sole purpose of acquiring her property," I reassured, attempting to calm him.
I walked into view, moving backward, a mischievous smirk on my face.
I stole a glance outside, the surroundings reflecting my distracted state. "Wait here. I’m coming," I muttered, clearing my throat. Stepping out of the car, I made my way towards the eting spot.
He stared at , his expression one of shock and realization. The weight of my na on his tongue seed to disturb .
As Elena stood there, it was as if a mythical being had graced the room, placing her captivating legs on the ground for Derek’s eyes alone. His heart ceased its regular rhythm, caught in the enchantnt of the mont.
Erging a minute later, a sudden intrusion shattered the silence. A man’s voice called out, "Elena." Paul froze, his inability to move head rendering him powerless to witness the unfolding scene.
"Hey, soone wants to talk to you," a man approached William and said.
To be continued.
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