Chapter 112 ON YOUR KNEES
"I went to find out about the girl who called you her sister. I saw the displeased look when she hugged you, and I know it's my duty to protect you from harm."
Hazel's hand went down, her hateful eyes not softening one bit.
"Who is she?"
"A fan seeking your attention. She knows about your background and thought calling herself your sister would make you take her in. She just wants your attention and maybe some help," Winter said.
"So, she does not share a relationship with the real Ixora?"
Winter nodded, her gaze falling momentarily on Nikita.
"Leave," Hazel said, glancing at Nikita.
Winter walked away.
"What are you thinking?"
Nikita faced her with a furrowed brow. "She's meant to obey our every word."
Hazel looked at her slightly, raising her brows. "What are you saying?"
Nikita shook her head. "Call Dr Felix."
Hazel, still confused, put a call across.
It took the third ring before he answered.
"Felix." Nikita collected the phone from Hazel.
"How are you?" Felix asked.
"Not good," Nikita replied. "Can I ask you something?" she asked almost immediately.
"Go ahead."
"Doctor, the hypnotism was to make Ixora follow our every move, right?"
"Sure, why are you asking?"
"Because she did something without our permission. Though it gave us answers, we owe her every decision and idea. She's supposed to inform us before taking any step," Nikita spoke, her voice calm, but beneath lay a tiny worry.
Dr Felix laughed. "And you think she has regained her senses, and is just pretending?"
"No, I didn't mean that, just..."
"You should be glad, Nikita. Hypnotism is working more than before. She now makes decisions without informing you, but they are in your interest. What this means is that her loyalty towards you has gotten to a point where you're all she thinks of. With the way she is now, she's protecting you with her life and can even give it up if the need arises."
"So..."
"Don't worry, Nikita. This is huge progress for both of us. Celebrate because we are winning," Dr Felix said. "I have to go now. Let's talk later." He hung up.
Nikita slowly lowered the phone, replaying Felix's words. If what he said was true, then she should be celebrating, but deep down she couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right.
Hazel tapped her shoulder. "What's going on in your head?"
Nikita faced her. "At some point, do you think we'll get caught up in our game?"
Hazel looked at her for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. Nikita had to wonder if she had become mentally unstable. She's being serious, and Hazel is taking it like a joke.
"Caught up, in our own game? Seriously? Come on. It's not like we were absent when the whole thing happened. We saw everything with our very own eyes. I don't know why you are overthinking too much. Relax."
She was about to talk again when a text notification buzzed on her phone.
"From Drexton," Hazel muttered, clicking on the text.
The truth is, they stole Ixora's phone and transferred all her contact details.
"What did he say?" Nikita asked.
Hazel turned to her with a dilated pupil.
"He said I should see him at his company tomorrow."
A car drove down the road, almost knocking things off the streets. High music playing from the inside, which hung thick with smoke and liquor. They were shouting and singing out loud to the music while getting intimate with each other. It was almost like a car party. Four people were in the car. One woman and three men. The woman was none other than Mrs Tanya Vaughn, Mr Vaughn's wife.
Smoke curled from her cigarette as the car reeked of sin.
"Right there," she moaned, spreading her legs as one of the men added another finger, making it three.
Her head fell backwards as the remaining two kissed and explored her body.
She moaned loudly, grinding her hips against his finger.
The last one that drove the car was parked at Vaughn's mansion.
Tanya only got out of the car when she cummed on the man's finger.
They went into their house, and she immediately went on all fours.
She was so horny that going to her room would waste time.
And the game began, she unbuckled one person's belt and took his cock into her mouth.
One rammed her from behind in a hard, aching thrust, another sucked and played with her tits while the last one ate her from below. It was a foursome. Sinful as their moans and groans covered the four walls of the house.
Tanya flip-flop kissed the floor as she descended the stairs to the sitting room. The men were gone after they had spent nights of endless sex. Some even passed out.
She wore a casual dress, scrolling through her phone when her manager walked in.
"Good morning, ma'am."
She nodded.
"Ma'am, the CEO of Ronald's enterprise, has revealed himself," he informed.
Tanya's eyes quickly flashed at him, almost widening.
"I hope this is not a lie?" She asked, her tone almost like a warning.
He shook his head. "It's everywhere on the news."
Tanya, with happiness rising in her chest. She immediately hit the search button.
The first news that popped up was his picture.
For a second, she forgot how to breathe as her eyes locked on the picture.
"Holy fuck," she mumbled beneath her breath.
She will hook up with him.
"Ma'am..."
She waved her hand. "You may leave."
He left, and her lips stretched into a smirk.
"I never thought he'd be this handsome. I can't wait to make him mine. Who knows I might make an exception for him?" she giggled, allowing her fantasies to run wild. She can't wait for him to destroy her.
And that is what she does. She lures rich men with love and traps them, then steals their property. She did the same with Mr Vaughn and ended up being his wife. Since his death, she has inherited the properties of many successful men.
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Hazel waited, tapping her feet urgently on the ground. Her patience was beginning to thin. He had asked her to see him, yet he hadn't arrived.
She noticed the glance his employees gave her. Why wouldn't they, not after he humiliated her? Some are even mocking her by saying their relationship meant nothing to the boss; that's why he doesn't remember her.
Foolish people. She's going to deal with them if she gets the chance to. If only they knew the person standing before them was Hazel and not Ixora.
"She's such a bitch, take a look at her outfit."
She rolled her eyes at their comment. She wore a backless black gown that stopped at her mid-thigh. The sides of the gown exposed her waist region. She held her purse in her hand and her phone in the other.
They don't expect her to wear boring clothes.
A car drove in, and without needing a soothsayer, she knew it was Drexton.
He stepped out of his car with his usual demeanor and grace. His eyes fell and bored into her.
She gulped as beads of sweat gathered at her hairline. She tried to glare at him as she remembered what happened the last time, but his gaze was capable of stripping them off.
She had no idea what he was thinking, and the way he asked to see her out of the blue.
She shouldn't have come.
What if he had found out her real identity?
Inwardly, she was shaking as he took cold steps near her.
His eyes hadn't left her, nor did she stop gulping.
If he had found out, she knew there would be no escape for her. A man who ripped her clothes apart just to confirm if she's Ixora is capable of doing anything if he finds out she tried to deceive him.
She shut her eyes tightly, giving everything up. He stood before her, staring at her emotionlessly.
Nikita should come and help her.
Her heart was thudding with a pumping beat.
She tightened her grip around the purse and took three consecutive breaths.
Flickering her eyes open, she wanted to glare at him when he did the most shocking thing.
He took her hand into his and faced the employees.
Colors drained from their faces as they shrank in fear because of his gaze.
"How many of them made awful comments about you?" he asked.
Hazel's ankle twisted in her heels, but she was quick to reclaim her stamina.
Is this Drexton, or his lookalike?
Wasn't he the same one who called her an imposter? Now, he's holding her hands.
"H- huh?" she stuttered, speechless, and shocked by his change of behavior.
Drexton wanted to release her hand when she spoke up again.
"I meant all of them," she said.
Drexton faced her. "Would you like to punish them?"
She traced her gaze to the employees and saw they had the same look as her. Shock, but this time it's mixed with fear.
Suddenly, she smirked, remembering the gossip about her. They deserve to suffer.
"Yes," she replied.
Drexton turned back to his employees.
"Pick a punishment, and ask them to do it."
Hazel's chest bubbled with excitement as she forgot the fear and sudden change of behavior. They'd obey her command. This is the type of life she's always wanted.
Her eyes went to the employees, and she saw some of them giving her a pleading look.
Well, they can all rot in hell for all she cares.
"I want them to go on their knees and lick my shoes."
Drexton looked at her. "Every one of them?"
"Every single one of them," she replied with a dangerous look.
Drexton released her hand.
"What are you waiting for?"
The employees tried to plead, but he cut them off.
"On your knees," he commanded, his tone calm but laced with a venomous aura.
Slowly, they began going on their knees.
One by one.