Gwen did a lot of things, made a lot of mistakes, and crossed paths with a lot of people. And, she did those people very dirty. This makes those people want revenge. And one of them is a man named Jeremy.
His anger and hatred is so much, he decides...
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👼 MY ANGEL 👼
Terror sent a cold shiver down her spine.
Nobody wanted someone to photograph them naked and post it online with the ill intent of tarnishing her name.
It doesn't make any difference if they call her by her twin sister’s name; it was still her body he would be putting out there.
Elsa didn't want him to photograph her, even though at that moment her bra was covering her breasts, so he didn't see much.
However, she still felt exposed because he was seeing her chest and her stomach. She never wanted anyone to see her body who wasn't her husband, and this man had already seen more than she was willing to show.
Raffi felt he was finally getting somewhere with her. Elsa was crying, but she wasn't kicking or screaming anymore. He felt he could finally make a move and not get rejected.
He put the phone aside without taking any photos and then pressed his body on Elsa again. He slowly reached for her lips, ready to kiss her.
Elsa was still at first, as if she was ready to let him do as he wished, only to turn away at the last second, just before his lips touched hers.
"Aargh!” he growled.
He grabbed her face with both hands to make her turn her head. He then tried to force her to kiss him, but Elsa pressed her lips together, denying him the chance.
Raffi got even grumpier when Elsa completely refused to open her mouth.
“You just never learn to stop denying me, do you?... Now I will take you by force, and the whole country will see your shame!”
He took the phone and positioned it on a table on the right side of the bed in a way that it was filming the bed. Elsa was in the frame, so he too would be once he gets in bed with her again.
And when he did, he immediately put his hands on both her legs and parted them roughly so he could position himself between them. When Elsa felt him on her lower stomach, she let out a blood-curdling scream.
A scream loud enough to wake the dead.
Those screams seemed to have made him even more determined. It seemed like he took it as an invite because he started tracing kisses on her neck as his hands traveled to her trousers.
When Elsa saw him working on her trousers, she started wiggling and kicking even more while screaming for help at the top of her lungs.
But her efforts seemed to only delay what was coming because he was still able to unbutton and unzip her trousers despite all her struggles. But just before he could lower them and expose her even more, the door burst open.
They both turned to look at who it was, and a six-foot-tall man in a white dress shirt and suit trousers stood there with his fists clenched. He had rolled up his sleeves, his hair was a mess, and his red angry eyes were scanning the room.
The moment he spotted Raffi and saw what he was trying to do to Elsa, he charged at him like an angry tiger. He grabbed him by his collar and pulled him off of Elsa before sending a punch right to his nose.
Raffi fell on the floor with a loud thud, and his nose started bleeding immediately.
Jeremy followed him there, not yet done with him, and kicked him several times, causing the man to wail in pain.
