My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 478

Chapter 478: I’m Okay, Ophelia.

[Trigger Warning: This Chapter contains graphic depictions of violence, profanity, and sexual assault.]

[Flashback]

Tak! Tak! Tak!

Little Ashley hugged herself in the corner of the dimly lit room. Her eyes were wide, trembling with horror as she watched the nightmare unfolding before her.

"Miss..."

Ophelia’s weak voice reached her, drawing Ashley’s gaze.

A tear rolled down Ophelia’s cheek, reflecting Ashley’s frightened face in her watery eyes.

"... please don’t look."

"Fucking bitch!" Addict roared as he yanked Ophelia by the hair before slapping her across the face. "I told you to stop crying! How dare you fucking—moan! Moan, you fucking bitch! You wanted this, didn’t you?!"

"Haha!" Baldy laughed from his chair, lazily sipping a bottle of beer. "Maybe you’re not pleasuring her enough. Fuck her harder. She’ll be screaming soon enough."

Ophelia clenched her teeth and turned to little Ashley again, desperately shaking her head, silently begging the child to look away.

But Ashley couldn’t.

She could only stare at Ophelia... and the man violating and beating her at the same time.

She had seen people die before. Scott had taken her on enough missions that she thought she would eventually get used to death.

Scott had even taught her how to shoot a gun.

She hated it. The recoil hurt her tiny shoulder, and she never understood why adults willingly used something that caused so much pain.

That had become her life.

At one point, she believed nothing could ever frighten her again after witnessing Marshal take a life for the first time.

Yet here she was.

Watching something no child should ever witness... happen to someone who had done nothing but show her kindness.

"Miss... please—"

"Fucking bitch!"

Ophelia’s screams, mixed with the relentless blows, forced little Ashley to squeeze her eyes shut.

She covered her ears and turned away, but she could still hear everything.

The bed creaking.

Fists striking flesh.

Ophelia screaming for mercy before desperately begging them to take her somewhere else.

Baldy’s laughter as he watched the entire ordeal like it was entertainment.

No matter how tightly Ashley pressed her hands against her ears, the sounds refused to disappear.

They went on... and on... until they felt endless.

When the noises finally stopped, Addict’s voice suddenly snapped her out of it.

"Hey." When Ashley didn’t respond, he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

"Hey, you fucking little bitch. You’re lucky Scott claimed you. Otherwise, you’d be the one lying on that bed instead of that saggy old woman."

Ashley’s trembling eyes drifted toward the bed where Ophelia lay motionless. Beside the bed, Baldy casually zipped up his pants as if he finished his turn.

Addict smirked as he licked his lips before leaning closer.

"When you grow up," he said, "you’ll like it too. It’s amazing."

Laughing, he shoved her away before walking toward the door.

He and Baldy glanced back at her one last time, wearing the same cruel smiles, before disappearing outside.

By then, Ashley had already learned many lessons.

One of them was never to cry.

Even though she wanted to sob, she bit down on her lip until it hurt. Then she forced her tiny legs to move.

"Ophelia!" She rushed to the bedside.

For a terrifying moment, Ophelia simply stared blankly at the ceiling.

Ashley thought she was dead.

Then Ophelia slowly pulled the blanket over herself before turning toward Ashley. Shame and guilt filled her exhausted eyes.

"Miss..." she whispered, gently caressing Ashley’s cheek.

Ashley was desperately holding back her tears, biting her lip so hard it nearly bled.

Ophelia gave her a faint smile.

"I’m sorry you had to see that." She brushed Ashley’s cheek again. "Are you okay?"

Ashley’s breathing hitched.

It wasn’t the bruises covering Ophelia’s face that caught her off guard.

It was her smile.

Despite everything that had just happened, it was the exact same gentle smile Ophelia always wore whenever she looked at Ashley.

At that moment, Scott’s very first lesson echoed inside Ashley’s head.

Don’t cry. Become louder than your sorrow.

Ashley released her lip. Then a wide smile slowly spread across her face. It grew wider until her eyes squinted shut.

[Present Time]

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