In order to consolidate her position in the Weaver family and successfully become the head, Elsa seemed to have considered him her possession from a young age. From their first meeting, when she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, the young girl stood before him with a proud demeanor, making a startling announcement:
"So, you're my future husband? Your looks are passable, but your are bad-tempered. With such a fierce look in your eyes, you're not a obedient dog!"
The teenager, who had just lost his mother and was brought back by his powerful father, was filled with resentment towards this new family!
Why did he and his mother have to endure days of hunger and wandering outside while his so-called father lived in a luxurious mansion and drove a car with four wheels?
His older brother, Hayden Lara, had everything he wanted served to him on a silver platter, with a driver ready to pick him up wherever he went.
Why could Hayden sit openly in the dining room to eat, while he was forced to stand by the side and wait?
Hayden received all the rewards, while he had to bear all the punishments?
Moving from a dilapidated alley to a magnificent luxury villa might have provided material wealth, but Omari couldn't feel any happiness. He missed the quiet life he had with his mother in that small alley.
He had hoped that when he reached adulthood and went to college, he could escape from these people's constraints. However, on his very first day in the Lara family, it was announced that he had a fiancée-the lady of the Weaver family, Elsa.
The next day, when he went to school, he encountered this spoiled and willful young lady, his nominal fiancée.
The thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl was undoubtedly very beautiful, with her long hair flowing and delicate features like a doll. The pampered upbringing in a wealthy family had also resulted in her perfect figure. Wearing her school uniform, she could rival those campus goddesses seen on the internet.
However, this seemingly innocent "goddess" was followed by seven or eight bodyguards, creating quite a spectacle.
She surrounded another girl of the same age and physically assaulted her. She even ordered her bodyguards to strip the girl naked and took explicit photos of her.
The girl was left battered and bruised, kneeling on the ground, tearfully begging for mercy.
Omari could never forget how cruel Elsa was at the age of fourteen. She made the girl crawl naked around the school playground.
Her victim obviously couldn't bring herself to do such a humiliating thing.
"You don't have to crawl, have you seen the few men around me? Take care of them, and I'll let you go," she smiled wickedly, bending down and grabbing the girl's chin with her small hand, her eyes full of disgust.
She looked at her as if she were a cockroach, utterly repulsed.
"Who told you to seduce Osvaldo? Even though... I've already gotten bored of that trash and dumped him. It's not your turn to pick him up, got it?"
The girl cried heartbreakingly, raising her trembling hand to promise that she would break up with Osvaldo.
Elsa chuckled softly, "It's too late now. I'll give you two choices. First, run a lap around the playground naked; second, serve my bodyguards. Otherwise... suffer the consequences!"
The girl, tormented by shame and anger, chose the second option.
Elsa locked her in the sports equipment room and allowed her bodyguards to rape the little girl.
Meanwhile, she moved a chair to the door and drank the juice the bodyguards handed her, playing with her phone in boredom.
Omari stood not far from the door, hearing the sounds of pain coming from inside, making him feel a chill.
Was this truly just a fourteen-year-old girl?
He couldn't bear it any longer and was about to rush forward to rescue the girl when a slender figure beat him to it.
It was a boy.
He was wearing a white shirt with black school pants, and sporting black-framed glasses.
He must be the boy named "Osvaldo."
Most fourteen-year-old girls like this gentle, talented type.
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