Chapter 94

Kalus sat in his room, panting heavily as if he had just run a marathon.

But it wasn't physical exhaustion that had taken his breath away.

It was the shock of seeing the birthmark on Stephanie's body.

He began to think aloud, his words tumbling out in a confused jumble.

"Monica can't be... she can't be the one I raped...... all those years ago," he muttered.

He paced back and forth across the room, his mind racing.

"And Stephanie and her twin sister... they can't be... my daughters," he said, his voice shaking with emotion.

As he spoke, Kalus's mind began to flash back to many years ago, memories long buried rising to the surface.

His eyes glazed over, lost in thought, as the past came flooding back.

★FLASHBACK TO MANY YEARS AGO★

Kalus sat in a room, alone and drunk.

He had ordered his guards to bring him any girl they could find outside.

The guards returned with a young woman, Monica.

Kalus, looked at her with a mixture of lust and disdain.

"Leave us," he slurred at the guards, waving his hand dismissively.

As soon as the guards left, he stood up from the couch he was seating on, making his way to where Monica was standing.

"Hey baby girl"He said, his eyes closing sightly through the effect of the alcohol.

Monica began to cry.

"Who are you? Are you the one that ask your guards to kidnap me"She asked in tears

"Climb the bed"Kalus ordered, his voice echoing around the room.

Monica began to beg. "Please, don't rape me. I don't know you."

But Kalus was too far gone, consumed by his own desires and the alcohol coursing through his veins.

"Shut up," he growled, pushing Monica onto the bed.

The room was a blur as Kalus removed his trousers, his actions fueled by a toxic mix of power and lust.

"No please, I'm still a virgin, my body is the temple of the Lord"Monica screamed out.

But Kalus didn't even looked at get direction, he stripped off her grown making her to be half naked.

She was just wearing her panty and bra.

Monica's cries were drowned out by the sound of his own ragged breathing.

Without a word Kalus stripped off her panty, dipping his huge c0ck into her pu$$y

"Ahhhhh"Monica moaned out, sweats gathering on her temples.

"You're so sweet damsel"Kalus said, dipping all his c0ck into her clit.

Monica screamed.

★BACK TO PRESENT★

The flashback ended, leaving Kalus gasping for air, his mind reeling with the memories he had tried to keep buried for so long.

"Oh no, I need to see the old man, it must not be Monica"He said to himself.

★************★

The maids entered Sara’s room, their footsteps soft on the plush carpet as they guided Camelia into the space.

Camelia, dressed in an immaculate gown, looked every bit the part of a young girl prepared for the day’s significant event.

Today was the day Gabriel would be named the patriarch, and his influence loomed over everything.

It wasn’t just an occasion—it was a declaration of power and control, and for Sara, it meant she had no choice but to attend.

Gabriel had made it clear: her presence was mandatory.

The maids moved about the room with practiced efficiency, adjusting the décor and ensuring everything was in order for the ceremony later.

Camelia walked over to the large, elegant chair positioned in front of Sara’s vanity.

She sat down slowly, her movements composed but carrying an undertone of reluctance.

As Camelia settled into the chair, Sara was already at her vanity, absorbed in the delicate task of applying her makeup.

Her hands moved with practiced precision, a careful stroke of the brush here, a dab of powder there

Sara was a woman who took pride in her appearance, as much a symbol of her power as the fine clothing she wore.

The room was filled with a soft quiet, save for the faint sound of the maids moving in and out, making sure Camelia had everything she might need.

The delicate clink of fine china echoed briefly as the maids placed a tray of breakfast before Camelia on the vanity table.

The food was a feast of pastries, fruit, and delicate tea, a perfect spread for a day of such importance.

But despite the array of treats laid before her, Camelia didn’t touch a single bite.

Her hands rested in her lap, her gaze distant.

Her eyes, which had once been bright with energy, were now clouded with a quiet sorrow.

She looked out of the large window, but her mind seemed to be far from the grand room, far from the glittering world around her.

Sara, focused on applying a layer of blush, paused for a moment.

Her eyes flickered toward Camelia, noticing for the first time the untouched breakfast, the stillness that surrounded her.

Normally, Camelia would have been eager to dive into the meal, but today was different.

There was a palpable sadness in the air, a sadness that Sara couldn't ignore.

Sara set her brush down, her fingers lightly tapping on the vanity.

She took a deep breath before speaking, her voice gentle but laced with concern.

“What’s wrong, Camelia?” she asked, her tone softer than usual.

There was a hint of curiosity in her words, but it was the kind of curiosity that comes from someone who has observed the shifts in another’s mood—someone who has seen the pain hiding behind the façade of politeness.

Camelia turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting Sara’s in the mirror.

The weight in her gaze was heavy, as though she had been carrying an unbearable burden.

For a long moment, she said nothing.

She simply stared at her reflection, her eyes reflecting the turmoil within.

She opened her mouth, but the words didn’t come right away.

Then, as though the dam had finally broken, she whispered,

“I miss my twin sister…”

Her voice trembled ever so slightly, betraying the strength she had tried to maintain.

A pang of sadness tightened around Sara’s chest as she realized just how much Camelia was suffering.

There was a vulnerability in her eyes, something Sara rarely saw.

Sara’s eyes softened, the makeup she had been so meticulously applying now forgotten as she turned to face Camelia fully.