CHAPTER 42: TORN BONDS AND BURNING VOWS

What am I doing here?" Sophia screamed, her voice a jagged edge, her pride in tatters.

"What the fuck are you doing, Mom?spreading your legs for him? My own mother, acting like a cheap whore for the pathetic loser I dumped?"

"How could you do this to me? Why? You’re supposed to be my mom, not his... his slut! You’re tearing our family apart, humiliating me, all for him? That nobody? You’re choosing him over me.. your own daughter!"

Victoria tried to respond, but her words dissolved into a moan as Alex thrust harder, his pace brutal, pushing her toward climax.

"Sophia... aaahhh... stop..." she gasped, her eyes fluttering, her pussy clenching around him.

"I didn’t... betray you... I chose him... because you never did..." Her voice broke, pleasure overwhelming her, but she forced out.

"You never saw him... as anything but a toy... you laughed at him... humiliated him... but I saw... a real man... aaannnhh!"

Victoria’s climax erupted, her body convulsing against the glass railing, a raw, guttural scream tearing from her throat... "fuuck, Alex, Yesss!"...her pussy clenching tight around his cock, juices gushing down her thighs in a glistening flood.

Alex’s deep, primal groan rumbled through the air, his cock pulsing as he unleashed a hot torrent deep inside her, filling her with relentless spurts, their combined release dripping onto the balcony floor.

Sophia stood frozen, her eyes wide with horror, her own scream choked in her throat, a humiliated sob breaking free as her mother’s shameless ecstasy seared into her soul... ’My mother, coming like a whore in front of me, for him.’

Her cheeks burned, tears streaming, her body trembling with rage and a shameful pulse of arousal, the sounds of Victoria’s wails and Alex’s triumph crashing over her like a tidal wave, shredding her pride to pieces.

Her face contorted, Victoria’s fragmented words and climax fueling her rage, her tears streaming faster. "You’re choosing him while you’re screaming like that? You’re my mother! You’re supposed to protect me, not steal from me! You’re letting him fuck you while you lecture me like I’m the problem? You’re disgusting, both of you!"

She spun toward Alex, his devilish grin unrelenting, his cock still buried in Victoria, glistening with their combined release, mocking her.

"This is your sick revenge, isn’t it? Turning my mom into your whore to rub it in my face? You’re nothing but a pathetic wannabe!" Her voice cracked, her body trembling with fury and betrayal.

"I’ll tell Dad everything. He’ll see what a slut you’ve become, Mom, screwing the trash I threw out. He’ll ruin you both!"

Victoria’s eyes flickered with panic, but her body was still shuddering from her climax, Alex’s cock still inside her, his release dripping down her thighs. She steadied herself, her voice soft yet firm, fighting through the haze.

"Sophia... you don’t need to tell him... James already knows." Sophia froze, her world tilting, shock slamming into her like a physical blow.

"He knows?" she stammered, her voice cracking, eyes wide with disbelief. "What do you mean?"

Victoria’s words came with a lover’s certainty, each one a quiet devastation. "He knows. We have... an agreement. Divorce would destroy his career, the Blackwood name. So we stay married on paper... but Alex is the one I want... the one who makes me feel like a woman. You wouldn’t understand, Sophia... you never did."

Sophia’s mouth opened, a silent scream, her anger exploding into a sob. "And he’s fine with you acting like a streetwalker? You’re all fucking sick!" Her voice shattered, the revelation that her father was complicit crushing her last shred of control.

"I hate you! I hate you both!" She spun, storming through the balcony door, her heels clattering down the stairs, tears blinding her as the mansion’s emptiness swallowed her cries.

Alex’s grin burned in her mind, Victoria’s euphoric screams echoing like a curse, her vow of revenge igniting in her chest... I’ll destroy them all.

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Sophia’s screams..."You’re disgusting, both of you!"...echoed as the balcony door slammed, her heels clattering down the stairs. Victoria’s euphoria faded, guilt sharp but controlled.

She pulled away from Alex, her legs unsteady, his release slick on her thighs. "Sophia! Wait!" she called, her voice hoarse but firm, her naked form glistening under the moonlight.

Alex reached for her, but she slipped free, driven by maternal resolve.

She hurried down the grand staircase, her bare feet slipping on the cold marble, her body trembling from exertion. The mansion’s emptiness swallowed Sophia’s fading sobs.

"Sophia, please! Let me explain!" Victoria’s tone was urgent yet steady, her composure tempering her concern. ’I never meant to hurt her, but I won’t lose Alex,’ she thought once, her love for him anchoring her.

The front door slammed as Sophia fled into the night. Victoria reached the foyer, breathless, goosebumps rising in the cool air.

She gripped the banister, concern etched in her stance. Alex’s arms wrapped around her, his chiseled warmth grounding her. "She’s gone, love," he murmured.

Victoria leaned into him, the scent of their sex lingering.

"I’m a very bad mother, Alex," she whispered, her tone steady but tinged with self-reproach, seeking his reassurance.

Alex’s expression softened, his hand stroking her hair. "You’re not, love," he murmured.

"You’re a woman who knows what she wants. Sophia’s angry... she’ll understand you. Talk to her tomorrow." Victoria nodded, a flicker of hope in her eyes, nestling closer, her concern for Sophia balanced by her love for him.

He guided her to the master bedroom, the rumpled sheets a reminder of their passion. Setting her on the bed, he swapped the soiled sheets for fresh ones, the crisp fabric cool against her skin as he draped a blanket over her. "We’ll fix this together," he said, his touch tender. "Sophia’s angry... she’ll come around."

Victoria nodded, a flicker of hope in her eyes.

"I hope she’ll forgive me," she murmured, nestling closer, her concern for Sophia balanced by her love for Alex.

Her mind replaying Sophia’s venomous words from the balcony... ’pathetic loser, pathetic wannabe, trash I threw out.’ Each insult stung, a reminder of her daughter’s cruelty to Alex, the man she cherished.

"Please, Alex! forgive Sophia. Please don’t mind her words. She was angry and I know she still didn’t apologise but please forgive her ... For my sake? She’s like this because of me. It’s my fault... I didn’t teach her right, let her become cruel, entitled. She hurt you, humiliated you, but that’s on me. I failed her as a mother. Please... don’t hold it against her."

"Dont worry about it. " Alex stroked her hair, his expression soft, but internally, he paused. I wanted to avoid this. Victoria’s guilt could complicate things. He kissed her forehead.

"We’ll talk about it, love. Rest now." Victoria nodded, clinging tighter, her maternal concern a storm, but her love for Alex anchoring her.

Alex’s mind raced... Sophia’s vow echoed in his ears, her rage a threat. She’ll come for me. Good. I’ll be ready.

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Lilith’s voice slithered into his thoughts, dripping with sadistic delight. "Oh, sweetheart, you’re a maestro of vengeance! Turning Sophia’s own mother into your devoted lover, making her watch... her pride’s in tatters, and it’s divine. Now, let’s keep the fire burning. Target Marcus next. Crush that smug bastard. Make him beg before he breaks." Her words ignited a predatory glint in Alex’s eyes, her praise fueling his resolve.

Alex glanced at Victoria, her eyes half-closed, her breath uneven from tears and exhaustion.

The system interface shimmered in his peripheral vision, cold and clinical:

[ACTIVE MISSION: SWEET REVENGE]

Targets: Sophia Blackwood & Marcus Steele.

Objective: Complete their humiliation and downfall.

Progress: 40% Complete.

Time Limit: None.

Reward: Special Reward.

Forty percent. Sophia’s balcony meltdown and Victoria’s unwavering loyalty had pushed the needle forward, but Marcus loomed as the next challenge.

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Sophia burst from the mansion’s front door, the night air stinging her tear-streaked face. She drove without thought, the city lights blurring past, her mind trapped in the nightmnow... Alex’s devilish grin, Victoria’s ecstatic screams, shame searing into her chest. I hate them. I hate her. Her sobs echoed in the car, unanswered by the night.

She reached her dingy bungalow, a shadow of the Blackwood legacy. Storming inside, she hurled a lamp against the wall, glass shattering with her scream: "You chose him!"

She kicked over a chair, her heels snapping, before collapsing onto the carpet, tears soaking the fabric, her fury spent.

Grabbing her phone, she called Jennifer... no answer. Tyler... voicemail. Brad... ignored. Cowards, she hissed. Then Marcus, her so-called boyfriend. No pickup.

Maybe I deserve all of this... she thought bitterly. When I played with him... I knew this was coming.

She broke down completely, tears flowing, chest heaving. Rage, grief, and shame collided, sharpening into cold, precise clarity. Enough. I’ll avenge everything...

From her mother... from her so-called friends... and from Marcus.

"You motherfucker," she hissed, voice trembling, "it’s because of you I’m in this mess! You pushed me to date Alex, to toy with him... and it’s you who beat him down!"

Her fists clenched, resolve burning. "I’ll handle every single one of you... one by one. I’ll make you see things you’ll never forget."

Her thoughts turned to her mother, bitter and unflinching. And Mom... I’ll take your previous toy, Alex from you. I’ve done it once... I can do it again.

Her breathing steadied, mind sharpened. Every move deliberate, every target accounted for. The reckoning starts now.