Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15

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When I awele, I found myself in bed, my body aching and covered in numerous marks. My strength had abandoned me, leaving me barely able to move. For a moment, even my memory played tricks on me

Shit!

I could recall nothing but the sensation of two heavenly scents wafting into my se. Then, it all became a hazy blur as I sat up, taking in the marks on my skin and the overwhelming exhaustion that had settled within. Pain coursed through all my limbs, even underneath my skin,

And then it hit me, all at once.

They had raped me before branding me. They marked me…

My eyes widened in sheet horror as my trembling hand reached to touch the places of their marks–I could feel it. Both on the same side: Maximus’s mark higher up, and Leonardo’s a bit lower.

No! No! No!

I hurriedly sat up, the duvet slipping from my body, revealing even deeper marks than I had initially noticed. Their finger imprints, their bites, the painful bruises, and even traces of blood on my skin, between my thighs, and on the sheets….In one night, they destroyed me completely.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and a sob escaped as I pressed my hand against my trembling mouth, a sob threatened to break through.

How could they do this to me?

God…how could they just do this?!

Without another thought, I rushed to the bathroom. I felt tainted all over, and the sensations of their marks sent prickling agony through me with every passing second. I stepped into the shower, my hands trembling as I turned the faucet. The cold water met my skin, and everywhere their hands had touched, it burned mercilessly. So fucking bad.

Sobs wracked my body, escaping my lips non–stop, while the pain in my chest intensified with each memory assaulting my mind, mirroring the speed of the water cascading over me. It wasn’t just the physical pain or the biting cold that left me breathless; it was something far more profound, something I had

known all along.

The Matebond.

Despite everything they had done, it had a way of making a part of my soul feel complete. But what was the point of feeling whole when I knew that this sense of completion had come at the cost of the worst imaginable suffering? There was no point. Just nothing at all.

As I sobbed, sinking to the floor, unable to contain my emotions any longer, I suddenly heard footsteps.

Shit! I had forgotten to lock the bathroom door.

In a frantic rush to close the door before the two devils entered, reality struck me with a brutal force–I had messed up. Just the moment I brought myself to

stand up–They were already here, right before me. Their eyes were fixed on me through the shower glass, both impeccably dressed from head to toe, just as

they had always been–the charming twins who turned on their charm for the ladies who hadn’t yet witnessed the horrors I had. The dark side.

However, that dark facade only existed because of me, didn’t it?

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2010 Fri, Jan 9 cu

Chapter 15

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