BRENDA PARKER

I looked at that photo without understanding. It seemed that it was taken without the two of them knowing they were being photographed. Several questions started popping in my head. How does Sebastian have a picture of my brother? What is his relationship with Sebastian's sister? I decided to put the photo back, chose one of the pockets and kept the photo there. I left the closet and couldn't stop thinking about it. I needed to know their relationship.

When my brother died, I wasn't living at my mother's house. I had already come to New York to study; my brother was also studying abroad in Washington. I didn't even know he had a girlfriend. When my mother contacted me, saying that he had died in a car accident and that his girlfriend was with him, I was surprised. He had never told me about this girlfriend, and we spoke regularly on the phone.

Now looking at this picture, something tells me that this girl was his girlfriend, but she is Sebastian's sister. I'm sure of it, or not, I'm confused. I decided to search the internet for her name. I took my cell phone and typed her name in the search bar. Soon her pictures appeared. She is the same girl in the picture. I opened several images and they all just said that she was the sister of businessman Sebastian Parker, but there was none that spoke of her death, which I'm finding strange since they are the target of the paparazzi. There was also no reference to her having a boyfriend.

I ended the search and thought to myself, maybe my mother knows something, so I called her, and she answered on the second ring.

Brenda, until you finally called me, I was always the one who called you. Are you going to say you are pregnant?

"Hi Mom, no, I'm not."

"Gosh! I was already excited.

"Mom, I didn't call you to talk about me, but to ask you a question about my brother."

"Did you remember? Yesterday was his death anniversary. "

I grimaced. Actually, I hadn't remembered, because my life is so troubled, my thoughts are always focused on what Sebastian is going to do, but I decided to soften a little.

Yeah, and that's why I remembered something. Do you know who the girlfriend was with him? "

Your brother, in one of the times he called me, just before he died, told me that he was in love with a girl, but that her family did not accept the relationship, so he said that he would spend some time without contacting me."

Did he say the girl's name?

"No, I tried to get more information about her, but he didn't want to say anything else. He just asked me to trust him." A while later, I received the news of the accident and that he was with a girl. I deduced that it was this girlfriend."

"Huh! I miss him so much, mom. "

"Me too." Thank you, I'm sorry. "

"It's okay, I'm over it. Now my hope is that you'll give me a grandchild."

"Mom, don't start..."

"Brenda, I don't understand..."

I called my mother and, on impulse, said what I've never said to anyone.

"Sebastian doesn't want children, mom."

I put my hand over my mouth. I shouldn't have said that. There was silence for a few seconds, and then my mother spoke again. "Why?" She aked.

"He... he... thinks it's not the moment..." I was nervous, my voice broken by the crying that wanted to come, how to explain to my mother the inexplicable, like telling her that my husband put a clause in a contract that would kill his own child if I got pregnant. I held back the tears, took a deep breath and said goodbye hurriedly. I didn't want to give an explanation or touch on that subject anymore.

"Mom, I need to hang up. I'll call you again tomorrow."

"Okay, sweet heart. God bless you."

I turned off my cell phone and thought about everything I had discovered, and I came to the conclusion that my brother had some relationship with Sebastian's sister. The only question that remains in my head is if he knows that the boy in the photo was my brother.

SEBASTIAN PARKER

Last day

I'm in my office looking at that picture of my sister, my only sister, who I've loved and cared for and protected all her short life. Today it's been 3 years since she left, since she lost her innocence and youth to follow that marginal, that bastard she called her boyfriend. I look at his image, my eyes narrow and hate glistens. If I had the chance, I would have taken this bastard down with my own hands.

I smile. I don't have him, but his sister does.My hot little doll, my little toy to do whatever you want. I close my eyes. I married her to avenge my sister's death. I didn't intend to stay married to her long, just long enough to destroy all her dreams, her desires, her innocence, her youth, just like her brother did to my sister. The plan was simple. I would marry her, destroy her life, and then discard her in no time at all. However, this bastard is so beautiful, so hot, so perfect that I decided to stay with her as long as I wanted her and turn her into what she is now, a complete submissive.

I breathe satisfied. I love seeing her beautiful face hurt. I love seeing the fear in her eyes when she looks at me. I love fucking her until I can't take it anymore. I close my eyes tight. The hate is growing in my whole body. Why is she so beautiful? She can't be beautiful; no one can find her beautiful, only me. No one can look at her, only me. No one can touch her, only me. I bang my fists on the table and groan. 'Bastard!' Why do you leave me like this?

I take the photo and look again at the image of my sister smiling with joy. My mind goes back to the past.

3 years ago.

Sebastian, I love him. You can't stop me from dating him.

"I can and I will. You're still a girl and I'm responsible for you, Sabrina, so no poor idiot will come near you."

"How are you a snob, just because he's poor is preventing me from dating him?"

"That's also why... Sabrina, this guy is only interested in one thing: money, and you're a gold mine, as you're an heiress to an immense fortune."

"Well, then I give up this inheritance. You can have everything for you. Justin and I don't need any money. He's going to graduate soon and we're getting married."

I banged furiously on the tabletop and, huffing in anger, shouted: " Never! I will never let you marry this Justin, understand me?"

My sister was looking at me with wide eyes and thin with tears. Her lips started to tremble. She spoke with a choked voice.

" I hate you. I will never forgive you for this destroying my happiness."

She turned and ran out of my office. I stood looking at where she had left. After a few minutes, I sat back in my chair and thought: "Fuck it, she's never marrying some poor architecture student on a scholarship."

My sister was hiding this romance, but I found out everything, and I've done my best to push them away. I shouldn't have let her go to college in Washington. The result is that an opportunist appears.

It's just me and my sister. Our parents died in a plane crash a few years ago. I took over the family bank in my father's place and tripled in profits, and within a few years I'd turned it into the biggest bank in the United States. The family bank comes from generation to generation. My father inherited it from my grandfather and I inherited it from my father, but both my grandfather and my father were fair, understanding, and good men. Unlike me, I do not tolerate mistakes. I am neither a little understanding. I don't feel sorry for anyone, and if everything doesn't turn out exactly as I want, I just squish it like a bug. I hate losers and opportunists like Justin.

SABRINA PARKER

I burst into tears. How can Sebastian be so cruel? Justin is such a good guy, hardworking, honest and loves me. I wipe the tears. Justin and I have a plan that we will soon put into action. We will run away, we will leave, and we will get married. When we are married, Sebastian will not be able to do anything against us. I lie on my bed and, full of hope, I dream of my Justin.

SEBASTIAN PARKER

A few days later

I've already put all my detectives after her. My sister ran off with that unfortunate Justin. I'm really pissed. When I catch him, I'll kill him with my bare hands.

My cell phone rings. I answer it immediately.

"Hello, Parker speaking."

"Mr. Parker, this is Riverside Police in California. Do you have a relative by the name of Sabrina Parker?"

"Yes, she's my sister."

"I'm sorry to inform you that her sister was in a car accident. She and her companion died instantly."

I was silently processing that information for some time when the policeman spoke again:

"I need you to come to Riverside for the recognition of the body."

"I'm going there today."

I turned off my cell phone and immediately made a call to my lawyers. I want them to make sure my sister's death is not publicized by the press. I don't want them to know about her death. When I ended the call, I sat in my chair and stared at nothing. The hate grew inside me like a cancer out of control. There was only one person to blame for her death, this Justin. He was the one who induced my sister to run away. The bastard was dead too, but I'm going to take revenge. I'm going to find out about his family and I'm going to destroy it.

A few days had passed and I was in front of my sister's grave. No one knew about her death. I preferred it that way. Now I'm going to start my revenge plan.

The next day, I knew who Justin's opportunist's family was: he had a mother and a sister. I looked at his sister's photo, and she was wearing a flowered dress. Because her brother was a scholarship student at a college in New York, I will exact my revenge on her. He destroyed my sister. I will destroy his sister.

I went back to the present and put their picture in my jacket pocket. Now I'm going home to my little doll. She had already recovered from Red Night, so I soon found another reason to leave some marks on her body.

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