Chapter 483-Here Comes The Devil No.2

Chapter 483: 483-Here Comes The Devil No.2

Verity:

He didn’t understand.

I couldn’t stand up to Oswin, not when he had enough evidence to expose me.

And the truth was, he possessed the kind of information that could completely destroy everything I’d worked for if it ever got into the wrong hands.

"Are you even listening to me?" Oswin screamed.

I tightened my grip on the phone.

"I am," I replied quietly.

A heavy sense of defeat settled over me.

Ever since Ragnar had revealed how much he knew about my past, I’d been feeling increasingly helpless, as though everything was slowly slipping out of my control.

"Look, I want you at the cabin within the next few hours. I’m wrapping up all my work, and we’re going to spend a few days together. No more contact with Theodore, Jaguar, or anybody else. You hear me?"

My heart skipped a beat at the menacing tone of his voice.

"I can’t do that. You know I’m in the middle of this game," I protested, my voice cracking.

"Fine. I’ll be at your place in a minute. I’ll pack your shit, text Theodore, Jaguar, and that boss of yours about you taking a few days off. You’re going to spend that time with me, and that’s final."

With that, he hung up.

My jaw dropped, my mouth hanging open as I stared at the phone in disbelief.

Then I slapped a hand against my forehead, a sickening feeling settling in my stomach as though someone had just punched me in the gut.

I had just gotten up to head toward the bedroom when someone started knocking on the door.

It was Oswin.

He must have tried opening it with his key and the keypad, but I had locked it from the inside as well.

When I went over and opened the door, he barged in, making sure no one saw him.

He turned around and quickly locked the door with his key before grabbing my arm and dragging me toward the bedroom.

"Oswin, what are you doing?" I protested.

He slammed my back against the bedroom closet, then pulled back the hood of his hoodie, revealing his face.

He was wearing blue jeans and a black hoodie, hiding his face as always, like the coward he was.

Always fighting from behind the scenes, never daring to confront anyone directly.

"What is this?" he demanded, pointing at my sweater.

It had a slightly low neckline, revealing a little of my cleavage.

"Oswin, you know that when I’m at home or around the brothers, I have to dress like this to get their attention."

I put on the same act again, pretending I genuinely believed I should keep myself completely covered and only wore revealing clothes around them because I wanted to play with them.

But deep down, I was irritated. It was my body. What gave him the right to control it so much?

"Well, then," he began, nodding. "Like I said, we’re going away for some quality time."

With that, he grabbed the neckline of my sweater and awkwardly tugged the fabric together to cover my cleavage.

As he did, his fingers pressed against my breasts.

My entire body shuddered with annoyance, but I kept quiet.

"Actually, it’s my own fault," he muttered, nodding to himself. "Why the hell do I even bother making you cover yourself up in front of me? Am I out of my mind? I let you walk around practically naked in front of everyone else, yet I insist on making you cover yourself up when you’re with me?"

As expected, his words were crude and insulting. He always spoke like that, with such a filthy, disrespectful attitude.

He grunted as he moved toward the bed.

"What happened to the mattress?" he complained.

I gulped, merely pointing toward it without saying a word.

"I was trying to turn it around," I finally explained.

"Well, you don’t need to turn it around. You’ll be turning around in my bed soon enough."

His words caught my attention once again.

When he reached for my closet, I was already dreading what he might do next.

He pulled out a bag and began tossing aside all the clothes he wanted me to wear, the ones that would keep my body covered.

Instead, he started pulling out clothes that would barely cover me.

"What are you doing?" I finally asked, unable to remain silent any longer.

He turned toward me and raised an eyebrow.

"You’ve been ignoring me for days, Verity. I’m beginning to feel like I’m losing control over you. Or maybe you’ve forgotten that you’re doing all this for revenge. Maybe you’re getting distracted. So, for the sake of my friend and justice, I have to do this."

Every word he spoke was laced with bitterness.

Then his gaze dropped to my neckline again, and I watched him swallow.

"We’re mating tonight."

My heart sank into a bottomless pit, and a chill swept through my entire body.

"What?" I whispered, struggling to believe I’d heard him correctly.

"You’ve already slept with the others, and I don’t even know how many times you’ve been sleeping with them, so you have no excuses left. Now you’re going to sleep with me. If you’ve done it five times with them, you’ll do it fifty times with me."

Every single word grated on my nerves, insulting my dignity and self-respect.

I wanted to break down and sob uncontrollably as I thought of my brother.

He was going to force himself on me.

But I couldn’t say a word because I needed his help, and he knew exactly how much control he had over me.

"Oswin, I don’t want it," I finally managed to speak, my fists clenching at my sides.

He stopped tossing clothes into my bag and stood there with his hands full of lingerie, his head lowered.

After a moment, he slowly turned his face toward me.

"What did you say?" he grunted, a clear warning in his tone.

I swallowed hard and straightened my back.

"I don’t want to be in a relationship with you. I just want you to stop controlling me," I declared, making sure every word came out firmly and confidently.

"So you’re not gonna sleep with me?" he asked, his tone disturbingly bold and shameless.

Taking another deep breath, I shook my head.

"No."

The moment I said it, he lunged at me.