Fated To Three Betrayed By All Until She Rose (Leilani) by Ahvahh novel Chapter 332

Chapter 332: Three years ago.

Leilani.

Have you ever been in a situation where you felt like nothing but filth? Where the mere thought of your own skin disgusted you so much, you wanted to peel it off?

Have you ever tried to scrub yourself clean with scented soaps and very hard sponges only to feel more filthy with each passing second, more than you felt when you first started?

I guess you have not.

Well if you have, then you would definitely understand my plight as I scrubbed my body raw until I developed tiny blisters across my skin. My skin bled too in spots that I had scrubbed too much, I cut myself; And to top it all, the hot water cascaded down my body, doing more damage than good.

But at the moment, did I care?

Of course, I didn’t.

All I cared about was the pressing need to wipe off every trace of Darius’ filthy DNA from my body. All I cared about was cleaning off my skin that still crawled from having him touch me in ways that were too disgusting to describe or think about.

I could still remember the feel of his hands on my skin— warm yet slimy, and could still smell the strong overly expensive perfume on his skin as his hands trailed over my skin, gliding across my body until I was so disgusted, I threw up on myself.

And do you know what makes this memory even worse?

The fact that I was weak. That I was powerless. Too powerless, I couldn’t fight against him. And he knew this.

Goddess, I used to think getting marked by my mates would make me stronger. That it would put me on the same level as Darius... or even on a higher one. But I was wrong.

I was always wrong.

And he always knew this.

—

Two hours earlier...

"Do you know anything about my father?" I hissed through gritted teeth, whilst trying my best but failing miserably to ignore the way Darius pressed his entire body against mine.

My heart pounded in my chest as his long fingers flexed against my skin before coming to wrap themselves around my neck. But he didn’t squeeze tight. Goddess, he didn’t even squeeze at all.

It felt as though this was just a ploy... a way to subtly threaten me. A way to put me in my place without doing so much as lifting a finger. He leaned down to press his lips against my cheek, and hell, as soon as his godforsaken mouth made contact with my skin, I felt like I was about to implode.

Why? Because it was too hot and too disgusting, it made my skin crawl in a way that it never had before.

Trying to push him off, I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my hands against his chest, but he didn’t budge. He wouldn’t budge.

I closed my eyes again and tried to channel the strength I used to think I have. The strength with which I had used in tossing him and his play toy, Clara, or whatever her name was around. But it wasn’t there.

I felt deserted and stupid.

"Leilani..." his voice was like a caress, rubbing against my skin, so much so that I shrunk into myself.

I winced. "Do you know what happened to my father?"

"He was my father too, so I should know..." he drawled. But I didn’t respond. Heavens, what was I supposed to say to that?

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