My sister, Charlotte Marlowe, was dead. They threw her into a den of beggars, where she was violated until she died. The mastermind behind this cruel act was Lyla Finch. She did it all because Charlotte overheard one of her secrets — She had an illegitimate child before marrying Rylan Murphy. Charlotte begged Lyla for mercy, explaining that our parents were gone and she was the only one supporting me while I was still in school. She promised to keep silent, even offering to have her tongue cut out. But Lyla was ruthless and had her dragged away. We grew up poor. Our parents passed away when we were still little. Charlotte worked as a sex worker at Heaven Club to support me, using her earnings to pay for my education and our living expenses. She would always hold me in her arms and assure me, “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll always be here to protect you.” Now, she was gone, and my world had shattered. I hated Lyla’s guts. I vowed to get revenge. Lyla took away the person I loved most, so I would make her lose the one she cared about most. And that person was her husband, Rylan. Losing him would drive her insane. The mere thought filled me with excitement. I picked up a photo of Rylan. In Oceana, the Murphy family reigned supreme, and Rylan, with his youth and good looks, was made even more alluring by his power and status. He was known to be a devoted husband. During the three years of marriage to Lyla, he had never caught up in a scandal with another woman. I laughed out loud. Could that really be true? I caressed Rylan’s handsome face in the photo, thinking, “Lyla, do you think your darling will fall for me if I try to seduce him?” ***** I infiltrated the Murphy Manor as a maid. At night, I entered Rylan and Lyla’s bedroom to tidy up. Suddenly, two bright headlights beamed through the pristine floor-to-ceiling windows. Rylan was home. I switched off the wall lamp, and as darkness enveloped the room, the door creaked open. Rylan walked in and wrapped his arms around me from behind. He smelled of alcohol. Then he whispered in my ear in a deep, magnetic voice, “Honey.” I almost laughed. He was such a devoted husband. But what about Charlotte? What was her death to them? I squirmed a little, my slender body writhing like a snake in his embrace. Rylan squeezed my waist, puzzled. “Why is your waist so thin tonight? So slender and soft.” His breathing grew heavier, and soon, his hand slipped under my shirt, squeezing my breast firmly. He murmured, “So big.” I smirked inwardly. “Do you enjoy it, Rylan?” Years ago, Charlotte and I went to Heaven Club. Sienna Wills spotted me immediately, declaring I was born to please men with my delicate frame, slender waist, and ample bosom. She said I could be the top hostess if I wanted. But Charlotte turned her down, insisting I was meant for greater things, to live a life of dignity and honor. I knew my allure well. During university, rich kids and campus heartthrobs would flock to me with just a crook of my finger. But Charlotte, I no longer wished to live with dignity. I wanted to drag them all to hell with me! As I snapped out of it, I noticed that Rylan’s body pressed tightly against mine. Also, I was nearly scalded by his heat. When I sensed the iron hard bulge in his pants, I knew he got turned on. It was time for my performance. I turned around, pressing my hands against his chest, and whimpered, “Sir, please, don’t!” Hearing my voice, he froze. “Who are you?” I switched on the wall lamp, my wide, doe-like eyes gazing at him as if frightened. “Sir, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’m not Mrs. Murphy. I’m the maid here, Hailey Marlowe.” Rylan stared at my face, stunned. Just then, the sound of Lyla’s high heels echoed from outside.
Lyla was coming! My heart raced with excitement, though I kept my eyes wide with panic. I pushed at Rylan’s arms with my hands. “Mrs. Murphy is here! Mr. Murphy, please, take your hands out…” Rylan finally realized his hand was still inside my shirt, cupping my breast. He quickly pulled back. “I’m sorry. I thought you were my wife.” He turned to leave, but I grabbed his arm, still feigning panic. “Mrs. Murphy doesn’t allow maids like me to be near you. If she sees us together, she’ll be furious. What should we do?” Just then, the door opened, and Lyla walked in. With her crimson lips and luscious waves, Lyla was a striking beauty. She glanced up, saw Rylan sitting at the desk, and flashed a sweet, seductive smile. “Honey, you’re back?” She uttered. From her angle, Lyla couldn’t see me. Just moments earlier, I had pulled Rylan to the chair and hid under the desk. The space beneath was cramped. Dressed in black trousers, he had his legs spread apart, and I crouched between them. He looked down at me; his gaze was intense, while I tilted my delicate face up to meet his eyes. With an pure and innocent look, I shook my head slightly, silently pleading for him not to expose me. I knew how alluring I looked. Right now, I looked both innocent and sexy. No man could resist such temptation. Sure enough, he played along. “Yes, darling, I just got back,” Rylan said, nodding to Lyla. Lyla didn’t approach but instead opened a package containing a piece of sexy lingerie. She held it up against herself, teasing, “Do you like it?” Rylan glanced up at her with an unreadable expression. I knew Lyla was a master at this game. Before marrying Rylan, she had countless boyfriends, each skilled in bed. She even had a son with one of them. But once she and Rylan got married, those boyfriends and her illegitimate child were swiftly gotten rid of. In brief, her marriage was paved with blood. I smirked, my lips curling with confidence. Lyla might have her tricks, but I had my own. Rylan’s bulge was right in front of me, impressively prominent and undeniably large. To be honest, he looked even more handsome up close, and that impressive size made Lyla’s previous lovers seem like nothing. It was no wonder she was so obsessed with him. I deliberately moved my face closer, brushing it lightly against the impressive bulge of his. The faint contact through the thin fabric was electrifying. No man could resist that kind of teasing. Rylan stiffened, and I saw his bulge grow even larger. Moments later, I heard him mumble to Lyla, “I like it.” His words were half-hearted, barely more than a murmur. As soon as he spoke, his eyes drifted over to me. I knew I had succeeded in pulling his focus away from Lyla. I played innocent, my wide eyes darting around in faux fear. And quickly, I pulled my face back. But as I did, my lips accidentally brushed against him. Rylan’s legs quivered. Inside, I was thrilled. “Rylan, how does it feel to be sneaking around with me?” Meanwhile, Lyla remained blissfully unaware. “Babe, I’m going to shower and put it on for you,” she said cheerfully. Rylan’s response was a husky. “Alright.” As Lyla headed toward the bathroom, I felt a pang of urgency. I didn’t want her to leave so soon. It would be far more thrilling for her to discover just how excited her husband was over another woman. With that in mind, I intentionally knocked into the desk, creating a noticeable sound. Immediately, Lyla’s footsteps halted outside the bathroom door. Her piercing gaze shot towards me with a new level of suspicion.
Lyla spun around immediately, asking, “What was that noise?” I crouched under the desk. My eyes sparkled with excitement as I saw her bejeweled stiletto heels approach, step by step. My pulse quickened. Then Rylan knocked a stack of papers to the floor on purpose and bent down to retrieve them. “It’s nothing, just some papers that fell.” Lyla drifted over, her red gown flowing with her movements. She nestled against him, her eyes falling on the bulge in his pants. With a mischievous smile, she reached out and gave it a slow, teasing stroke. “Honey, why are you so… excited?” I was curious about Rylan’s response. He gazed at Lyla with an intense look. “Sweetheart, it’s that new nightgown you wore earlier. It’s driving me wild. I can’t help but be captivated.” I stifled a laugh. What a liar! Lyla, however, was thoroughly amused. She laughed heartily and rewarded Rylan with a quick kiss on his lips. “Wait for me, darling!” As Lyla headed into the bathroom, I stayed silent, making sure not to make a sound. The earlier noise was just a playful distraction. This was only the beginning. I had much more planned for her. Rylan stood up and moved away from me, clearly irritated. He turned his back, his voice sharp. “Get out! And don’t ever come into this room again…” He didn’t finish his sentence before I darted out of the room. Rylan watched me flee like a startled rabbit with a mixture of amusement and exasperation on his face. ***** At night, Rylan, freshly showered, lounged in a sleek black silk robe against the headboard. Lyla, draped in a sultry, sheer nightgown, was perched on his muscular waist. She shifted her hips seductively, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Honey, do I look good?” Rylan’s desire was unmistakable. His hands gripped her waist with a primal intensity. He smirked, his voice laced with a teasing edge. “Darling, have you gained a bit of weight recently?” Lyla pouted, her tone innocent yet sultry. “Really?” Rylan’s hands wandered under her gown. Although Lyla was well-endowed, tonight he felt something even more thrilling. His gaze darkened as he applied a firmer touch. Lyla, sensing his heightened passion, melted against him. She then mumbled softly, “Ah, it hurts. Honey, be gentle.” Rylan’s eyes, full of smoldering desire, locked onto her. “Will being gentle be enough to satisfy you?” Without a word, Lyla sealed her lips to his, her movements a dance of yearning and surrender. Rylan’s hand slid to her shoulder, guiding her down, an unspoken command for her to pleasure him. Lyla shot him a playful, feigned pout before burying herself in his crotch. Outside, hidden in the shadows, I watched through the crack in the door. I saw Rylan’s hands, which had touched me earlier, now exploring Lyla’s body. I couldn’t help but wonder, “Rylan, are you comparing me to Lyla in your mind? Do you find me more desirable? Are you imagining her as me? As you reveled in each other, did you hear Charlotte’s desperate cries from that night?” I saw her in her last moments, her body a canvas of cruelty, scarred by cigarette burns and shattered beyond repair. Sienna told me to accept my fate, saying that to the wealthy, our lives were worth no more than dirt. But I refused to accept that. If fate was unjust, then I would become the vengeful spirit from hell. Evil would meet its match. The game was on! ***** The next morning, I was busy working in the living room when Lyla stormed in, her face a thunderstorm of anger. “Grab Hailey!” Two maids seized me, one on each side. I was taken aback, my heart pounding as I looked at Lyla in panic. “Mrs. Murphy, what did I do wrong?” Lyla glared down at me with a cold, mocking smile. “Hailey, I’ve dealt with plenty of women trying to seduce my husband. Do you really think you can play your games right under my nose?” My heart sank. Had I blown my cover before the game even started?
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