Forbidden Heat novel Chapter 163

I sucked in a breath and held it. I’ve moved past the point of getting angry at whatever she said about me or did to me but any reference to my mother still left me boiling with anger. My mother is dead. Why can’t they just leave her alone?

“Any guesses as to why you’ve been summoned here today?” Madame Francesca asked as she slowly and gracefully got to her feet. Slowly and very deliberately, she walked towards me until she was standing less than an arm’s length away from me.

“No, Madame Francesca,” I replied evenly as if reciting a poem.

“I see…” She said in a tight voice before turning with rapid speed to fetch a white envelop that was resting on the armchair.

Before I could react, the furious Madame Francesca had flung a pile of what I initially thought was paper at my face. The paper scattered in the air all around me and I felt a slight sting on my cheek. Reaching up, I realized that one of them must have left a slight cut on my face.

As the paper started falling to the ground, did I realize that they were not ordinary paper at all. They were photographs. All of them of Zak and me. Who took these? There were so many of them and it showed us throughout our relationship.

“No…” I said in shock as my eyes fell on photographs of us having sex.

“How can you live with all of your sins? You never focus on your studies because you spend all of your time at school seducing my son. What do you believe you will ever gain? He’s just using you for your body! You’ll never get to marry him! I will never allow it!” Madame Francesca started shrieking at the top of her lungs.

In the world that I currently live in, being born poor was a crime. Being poor and falling in love with the rich was the worst crime. In that respect, perhaps Madame Francesca was right. My mother and I, we both fell deeply in love with the rich Rosenhalls.

“So, how would you like to be punished this time? Tell me, what punishment would keep you away indefinitely from my son?” Madame Francesca asked as she gestured to the various equipment hanging on the wall. To be honest, I didn’t know how to use most of them, but I knew that they were all used to inflict pain and torture on their victims.

Madame Francesca is a very smart and calculating woman. In order to ensure that I never speak of what happened here or didn’t have proof of her torture and abuse, she never hurt me where it would be visible. Only places always covered by my clothes were fair game. Then when she knew that Zak and I had progressed our relationship to the point where he would probably see me naked, she changed her tactics once again. This time however…

“Since you’ve had sex with my dear Zak, there’s no need to hide it anymore, is there? I’ll scar your body so badly no man will ever want to bed you ever again!” Madame Francesca continued to shout at me. Her face red with anger.

I stood glued to the spot as I watched her grab a whip and pulling it from the wall. Who still whipped other people in this day and age? Apparently, Madame Francesca did. I wonder how much will it hurt?

“Turn around. Take off your panties and lift your skirt. Do as I say…and no one else gets hurt, ok?” Madame Francesca said mockingly.

I can do this…for Zak and Lucien. Zak should never find out about this. I can’t imagine how shock and hurt he would be if he found out what his mother has been doing to me all this time. At the same time, I couldn’t give Zak up. Lucien also must not find out about this and my relationship with Zak. If this was the price I had to pay to protect what was mine, then so be it. I bit my lower lip as I took in deep breaths to strengthen my resolve.

Slowly, as I was ordered, I slowly turned around and slipped off my panties until it fell to my ankle and lifted my skirt in my hands. If I closed my eyes and zoned out for a moment, this will be over very soon.