Day Sixty-Six…
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[ Flashback… ]
Vincent looked mad upon seeing the situation inside that room.
"Leave!" He ordered the five men. If one glance could kill, the five men should have been killed by now.
The five men immediately left the room. They hoped that their Lady would be able to save them from their King's wrath.
On the other hand, Monica smiled upon seeing him. "Right timing, Babe!"
Monica ran in his direction and anchored her arms around his neck. She tiptoed, capturing his lips. She kissed him in front of Jane. Jane was still looking at Vincent. He was still wearing his hyper-realistic mask.
Vincent gently pushed her. He didn't give her permission to do this to Jane.
"Why are you doing this? This is not part of our plan?" Vincent asked her in a low voice, not wanting Jane to hear their conversation.
"Why? Are you getting mad at me because of her? Do you like her?" The smile on Monica's face already disappeared.
"No! I don't," Vincent promptly responded, denying it. "It's just that. You don't have to do this to her."
"Why not? She seduced you! I'm just giving her a lesson. Remember… You are mine." Monica raised her voice at him. "Furthermore, she annoyed me a lot. She was so arrogant."
Vincent could only sigh in defeat. Monica would do anything she wanted. He spoiled her so much. "Let her go now."
"Hmm. I will… But on one condition. You have to play along with me." A mischievous smile flashed across her face.
If Jane was already broken, she would break her over and over again. She would show her that she was the woman she shouldn't have offended.
"What do you mean?" Vincent asked her.
"Just follow my lead, okay?" Monica cupped his face, giving him a reassuring smile. After saying that, Monica grabbed Vincent's hand and pulled him toward Jane.
Jane's eyes turned cold when she saw Vincent and Monica together.
'Is he part of this? I lowered my guard down because of him. He lied to me.' Jane cursed him inwardly. She started to regret trusting this guy.
"Just kill me," Jane mumbled as she looked at him.
Vincent looked away. He couldn't gaze at her eyes. He could see hatred and resentment in her eyes. 'I think, this is for the better. She should hate the real Sizzling August.'
With that thought in mind, Vincent decided to cooperate with Monica.
Monica raised their entangled hands and smiled at Jane tauntingly. "I told you. This guy is mine alone. You are just nothing to her. You are here because of him. For him, you are just his playmate. Or should I say… You are just someone he can easily toy with."
Monica let out a sinister laugh. Jane didn't want to hear her. If she could just shut Monica's mouth or close her ears, she would do it. She was already blaming herself for putting herself in this predicament. She shouldn't have let Sizzling August get near her.
Monica was not done provoking Jane. She faced Vincent once again, kissing him hungrily. She deepened the kiss, her lips sucking and playing with his tongue. She grabbed Vincent's hands, placing them on her chest. She was urging him to touch her.
Vincent complied with her. He kissed her back and squeezed Monica's breasts through her shirt. He got her cue. She planned on making out with him in front of Jane just to prove to her that Vincent was hers alone.
'Is he really the Sizzling August that I know? Can he really hurt me like this? Why? Why is he doing this to me?'
It did not take long when Jane burst out. She could no longer hold her tears. Her heart was already filled with negative emotions. Monica knew how to torture her mentally and psychologically. This was already too much for her to handle. Monica's viciousness was at the highest level.
Monica started to remove Vincent's upper clothes, throwing them on the floor. Their lips were still connected to each other. But Vincent's eyes were directed at Jane as he continued kissing Monica. He could see different emotions in Jane's eyes– hatred, anger, and pain.
Monica broke the kiss, but she continued trailing kisses from his jaw down to his neck and sturdy chest. Vincent just stood there, his gaze still focused on Jane. He didn't know what had gotten into him but seeing Jane in her nakedness while Monica was touching him made him so aroused. His hard-on could be seen. He felt so hot and this excited him further.
He groaned in pleasure when Monica touched his hard-on, rubbing it through his pants. The next thing Monica did was unzip his pants. She immediately grabbed his cock, releasing it from its confinement.
Monica grabbed his throbbing cock, making a loop with her fingers and thumb. She stroked his length from up to down and vice versa. Soon, she kneeled in front of him, placing her hands on his thighs and parting his legs apart. She tossed a look at Jane as if she was telling her, "Watch me how I satisfy this man. This is something you can't even do."
Without further ado, Monica gave Vincent a blowjob, making Jane watch her every movement. Vincent couldn't stop himself from groaning in pleasure. Monica started swallowing him, putting his cock inside her mouth until the tip reached her throat. Her tongue and lips were giving him a wonderful sensation.
Jane could no longer watch this. She just closed her eyes. But she could still hear Vincent's sensual groan and moan and the wet sound of her lips sucking his cock. A few minutes later, Monica's moan echoed inside the room. Vincent was already penetrating her from behind.
Jane was reaching her limit. She could no longer stand this. With all her remaining strength, she pulled her hands trying to free herself from the handcuffs. She endured the pain of her finger bones breaking just to slide her hands off the cuffs.
Jane picked up the knife that was dropped by Monica on the floor. And in one swift move, she threw the knife toward them, hitting Monica's chest.
Swoosh!
"Aahh!"
The tip of the knife was buried deep inside Monica's chest. Bullseye! A few minutes later, the room was in chaos. Vincent tried to rescue Monica and brought her to the nearest hospital. However, not only Monica, Vincent also brought Jane to the hospital because she also collapsed and fainted after throwing the knife.
The moment Jane opened her eyes in the hospital, a handsome stranger greeted her sight. It was Vincent. He was no longer wearing the hyper-realistic mask.
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Though Jane was overwhelmed and shaken by these unpleasant memories, she realized one thing. 'I can't be wrong this time. I think Monica is alive… and she might be Helena!'
'I must prove this… There is one way to find out. I need to conduct a DNA test between Helena and Veronica.' Jane thought to herself.
'I will never forgive them… If she is alive… I will kill her." Jane's hatred intensified. She didn't know if she could control her anger once she confirmed that Monica was alive and that woman was Helena. She swore to unfold all her lies.
After a while, she frowned. 'I have to remember more. Why did I see Vincent in the hospital? What is his role for all of this?'
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