Entangled with the Blackwell Brothers

Caught inthe act

As I walked out of the doctor's office to the hallway, I remembered vividly the day I left home and got married to Sebastian. That day, I was so happy and determined to move to the next phase of my life.

I thought getting married was going to be the best option, that I would no longer be a burden to my parents and I would help them as well. But now, I am married to a heartless man. I haven't been able to do a single thing for my parents. Neither has he allowed me to visit them.

How did I get here?

My father was not rich and was struggling with his business. He was no match for the class of family I got into.

My husband upgraded his lifestyle and business and took me as his collateral.

Tears rolled down uncontrollably as I walked out of the hallway and headed to the exit.

What do I do now? What will be their reaction when I tell them I'm not pregnant but have a brain tumor?

As I walked past the hallway, the wind hit my face. A thought dawned on me and I wiped my tears. Suddenly, I had an insight on how to handle the situation.

I flipped my hair back as I walked to the parking lot where Lucas, my driver, was waiting for me.

“Congratulations ma'am.” He smiled when I got close to him, but I ignored him and entered the car.

Even Lucas was eagerly awaiting the news of my pregnancy. I could only imagine the disappointment that would be on the faces of others.

The drive home was quiet.

There was tension in the car, and the occasional glance Lucas gave me made me sense everything wasn't right.

As we got to the estate, I winded down and looked out at the villa. We drove a bit further until we got to the front gate that separated the main building from the smaller one.

That was where Sebastian and I stayed. Although it was smaller than the main building.

The driver pulled up in the parking lot and there was a Mercedes-Benz that looked exactly like that of Catherine, my sister-in-law.

I looked at the car and I exhaled. I hoped it was hers.

The thought of her calmed my misery a bit. We were close to each other and I could pour out my heart to her.

As I walked into the house, I noticed the doors weren't locked, which was quite strange.

I didn't think much of it, but when I got inside, I noticed something was odd.

A Chanel bag was lying on the couch.

“Why did Catherine leave her bag here? I muttered.

I slowly strutted along the stairs and passed the hallway to our bedroom. However, when I got close to the door, I heard an awkward noise coming from the bedroom.

“Ouch! Yess…! Argh!

The sound of someone's couchie being pounded hard filled my ears.

“Argh baby! You love me, don't you?

“Mm, I bet you love me more than your wife. Argh! Yes! Harder!

The thrusting sound, moan, and groan of a man and woman trying to reach climax filled my ears.

I would have been glad if I didn't recognize the voices. My stomach was in my throat. I grabbed the doorknob and my heart sank into despair as I was acclimated to see the proof of what gave birth to those harder, incredible moans.

Catherine's leg was around my husband's neck tightly and he was buried in between her legs.

The scene was gory and their reaction was what made me horrified. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Sebastian moved her away from his body, looking weak. He wasn't shocked or surprised to see me.

He looked at me. “What's wrong with you, woman? Have you suddenly lost your mind? Why did you barge in without knocking?

I shuddered, seeing the reaction of indifference on my husband's face.

Even Catherine wasn't ashamed or shocked. It felt like a rude slap on my face and it reminded me of how he got married to me.

“S… Se…bastian.” I struggled to call his name with my quivering voice.

“H…how could you do this to me? Why?

I looked at Catherine, who was using the blanket to cover herself. Her expression was dull, she wasn't concerned about the fact I just caught her having s*x with my husband.

“C… Catherine.” I called out with anger and dismay.

Even if Sebastian wanted to cheat on me, he would have done it with someone else, not his brother's fiancé.

Sebastian wasn't the only culprit, Catherine had to take responsibility as well. If she didn't give in to my husband's advances, we wouldn't have been in this situation.

“Catherine, how could you do this to me? You are my husband's brother's fiancé.”

“Shut your trap b***h! She said as she stood up from the bed and walked towards me naked.

Her breasts dangled as she walked, and she had a nice flat stomach.

She didn't have a figure eight, but she had nice hips and long legs. She also had clear skin and smelled so nice.

What's there not to want in her? Who wouldn't want her? But still, it was wrong.

“You just ruined the mood with your stupid interruption. I'm no longer interested. And to think, I came here to have fun.” she said unabashedly.

Catherine O’Reese was her name, beautiful, curvy, 5 '7, with blonde hair and, captivating blue eyes, and a model for the biggest modeling agency. Undoubtedly, she was beautiful, but her current demeanor revealed a side of her that made me see her as repulsive.

All the pleasant behavior she has shown towards me was nothing but deceits.

“Listen carefully bitch.” She said and lifted my jaw to meet her gaze.

“If you say a word of what you just say to anyone, I will rip you into pieces and feed your remains to the vultures.”

Even though her voice wasn't loud, I felt threatened and froze in shock. She dressed up, packed her things, and left.

I felt defeated and powerless. I knew I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. I was too weak and scared.

“Just do as Catherine said, alright? Sebastian's voice said as he got dressed.

Before he left the room, he looked at me and said, “See you later, okay?

With that, he left and slammed the door at my face.

“See you later, okay? His words rang a bell in my head.

How could he say that to me? Why did he act as if nothing happened?

How? I yelled and hit my hand against the wall…