Chapter 87 I'll Get My Revenge
SOFIA
Guess where I am now?
In a damned hospital, thanks to that bitch who calls herself Dean's girlfriend.
Yes, I hate Nadia Thompson with all my might.
But why? You might be wondering.
I really don't need a reason to hate her, but since you're curious, I'll tell you a few.
First, she stole Dean from me, the only man I've ever loved and still love.
Secondly, she thinks she's the last Coca-Cola in the desert, and even though that sounds very cliché, that phrase still fits her perfectly.
Third, no less important, she broke my nose, which is worth one hundred thousand dollars.
Yes, I already did a damn nose surgery before.
So what? I couldn't stand living with that toucan nose I had as a teenager.
But I'm rich, and the main reason for my hatred isn't that she broke my nose, because I can fix that with another plastic surgery.
Yes, because she's sleeping with the man I've desired all my life.
My brother.
To clarify things that might be confusing for you, I'll tell you a little about my past with Dean.
As you may have already guessed, Dean and I are half-siblings, sharing the same father.
And that didn't diminish my love for my half-brother, because I just needed him close to me, just like he always had been.
That's what I thought, until I started feeling desire for my own brother.
It all started when I was fifteen and I saw Dean masturbating in his room.
At first, he didn't notice my presence, and that gave me time to observe all his attributes.
His muscular and sweaty body, his round and prominent butt, his erect and throbbing cock, and his expression of pleasure.
It was at that moment that I realized my brother was a man, and that I desired him as I had never desired any boy of my age.
I see him reach his orgasm before his eyes met mine.
At first, we both stood silently staring at each other, but that didn't last long, because I ran off to my room.
I was panting and felt a strange sensation between my legs and from the little knowledge I had at the time, I assumed it was adrenaline running through my body.
But that hypothesis was discarded as soon as I started masturbating every night thinking about Dean and his impromptu masturbation session.
I continued to give myself pleasure while thinking about my brother for two long years.
When I turned eighteen, I had sex for the first time with a guy from my class.
And to my surprise, I could only think about Dean during the sexual act, and for that reason my first time was satisfying.
We both managed to climax, and the guy thought he was the best thing since he is the sliced bread, for making a virgin orgasm, but little did he know that he wasn't the one responsible for this praiseworthy act.
But even knowing that he wasn't responsible for my pleasure, I started dating him just to have sex more often while thinking about my half-brother.
I managed to endure this relationship for a whole year, until I witnessed the worst scene of my life.
One afternoon I decided to pay a surprise visit to my dear brother.
Getting into his building was easy because I had permission to enter, and getting into his apartment was even easier because I had a copy of the key, but what I saw inside destroyed any trace of joy within me.
I saw Dean fucking a blonde slut in the middle of the living room.
She was tied up and gagged while Dean forcefully and brutally stabbed her.
I will never forget his expression of pleasure followed by anger when he noticed my presence.
Sofia! - He shouted my name with such hatred that I ran away before he decided to hit me or something worse...
I want him to treat me the same way he was treating that woman.
I had never imagined that Dean was into that sort of thing, and that made me hesitant to continue with those incestuous thoughts.
In my mind, there was never any guilt, but from that day on I decided to stop desiring my brother.
But talking is easier than doing.
I broke up with the guy who reminded me of Dean, started spending my time at malls and college parties, and was sleeping with five guys a week.
That's when I turned into a spoiled, annoying brat, and I assume I intended to forget my brother, but it backfired.
On a random day of drinking and partying, a guy slept with me without my consent
And don't ask me what I felt, or what it was like, because I don't want to describe that horrible and disgusting scene.
All I know is that after the act I felt like a walking pile of garbage, and that I blamed myself for two long months.
In the end, I provoked him by wearing those provocative clothes, drinking like crazy, and accepting a ride from a stranger.
That's what I thought, until Dean found out what had happened.
At first, he was angry, but then he hugged me and stroked my head as he used to when I was a child.
He asked me for the details, and with great difficulty, I managed to tell him everything, and to my surprise, Dean didn't condemn me once; he only said that the bastard who did that to me should pay.
The next day, Dean hired a detective to find the guy, and within a week, they knew the guy's name, his age, and all the details of his miserable life.
My parents only found out what had happened when Dean took the guy to court, and as expected from my brother's well-paid lawyer, he managed to put the bastard behind bars.
Let's just say that this tragic event rekindled my incestuous love for my brother.
But how could I resist him? He was handsome, loving, and cared about me.
That's what I thought for the next few years, because, as always, I always got screwed over when it came to this forbidden love.
A few months before the day I'm telling you this story:
Dean invited me to have lunch with him.
And a few days before that invitation, he had been acting quite strangely; his bad mood was more than visible, and his expression was always closed off.
But I chose to ignore these signs and decided to go to his apartment as soon as possible, because I was more than eager to see him again.
As always, I managed to get into his building and your apartment with complete ease, but the strange thing was that I felt a chill run down my spine instant I stood in front of his bedroom door.
It was as if I knew something bad was about to happen, and that this something would completely change my relationship with Dean.
But being the foolish sinner I am, I ignored that feeling and opened the door with some caution.
I imagined seeing him lying in his bed wrapped in his white satin sheets, but what I saw was an empty room with no trace of my brother.
"Where is he?" That's what I thought at the time.
So I decided to search the other rooms, which were all empty except for the guest room, which I hadn't checked yet.
With that, I approached the bedroom door and opened it with utter discouragement.
So, what was Dean doing in the guest room anyway?
Little did I know that what he was doing would make me feel hatred and, above all, sadness for not being able to be the one with him.
When I opened the door completely, I saw him kissing a gorgeous brunette, and that made my jealousy reach its peak.
Because I knew I wasn't as beautiful as her, that naked body full of curves with nothing out of place, that damn shiny black hair, and that face that would make any woman envious.
"Damn it, why her?" I thought, feeling a surge of hatred for that woman immediately.
And that's when I couldn't stand seeing them kissing like a couple in love anymore, and I decided to say what came to my mind.
"Who is that bitch?" That's what I said at that moment.
But all my hateful provocations were useless, because now here I am, hurt and alone.
Well, now you know why I hate Nadia, as I've never hated anyone.
And the worst part is that I know Dean likes her, because I know my brother, and he's never looked at anyone else the way he looks at her.
"Shit!" I exclaimed, throwing away the glass of water the nurse handed me.
"Calm down, Ms. Hartford," said the damned woman who knew nothing about my life.
"Calm down my ass, get out of here, you bitch!" I said, shooting the annoying old woman away.
The nurse looked at me for a few seconds, but decided not to question me and left as soon as she picked up the glass I threw on the floor.
"Where could that bitch be now?" I muttered, referring to Nadia.
"She won't get away with it that easily," I thought, feeling a strong urge to get revenge on that wretched woman.
If she thinks I'm going to hand Dean over to her on a silver platter, I'll be more than happy to prove her wrong.
I may not be a good fighter, because what I lack is strength, but I make up for it with intelligence.
Therefore, when I get out of this damned hospital, I will begin my revenge plan, which will be to separate those two.
"She will pay me back for every harm she caused me, both physical and emotional."