THE DEVIL’S REVENGE

I put my signature in scribble across the divorce papers and the pen scratched against the paper, finality in my heart. I threw the document at Mark, watching as the paper fluttered through the air. "So it's over, Mark," I spat venomously. The paper landed on his face, and for a moment he didn't move. Love and adoration were there in his eyes, now they looked dull and dead. Mark's silence was deafening. He didn't utter a word. Not a protest. Not a plea. Nothing. He just stood there, staring at me, trying to understand the woman who had appeared in front of him. I walked out of the room, leaving Marie Mark and our shattered marriage behind, turned away, my heels clicking on the floor. I whispered to myself, 'That's it.' "It's finally over." As I stepped out into the bright sunlight, the feeling still wouldn’t depart that this was only the beginning. The cool afternoon breeze a stark contrast against the torturous life within me, I walked out of the lawyer’s office. And the city’s sounds – car horns, voices, sirens – were a cacophony to match my fatalistic thought process. I thought of Mark’s face, his faceless features, the traces of pain behind his eyes. I felt a pang of guilt for a moment. No, Rosee, don't go there. I pushed the thought away and thought of the freedom to come. I whispered it, the word lost into the city noise: "Finally." My phone buzzed as I reached my car with an incoming text from an unknown number. "Welcome to your liberty now." I smiled slyly. That was only sent by one person. The black SUV that was waiting at the curb slipped into a refuge from prying eyes and I slipped into a tinted window. The driver, a man with an unyielding face and a stoicism in his manner, nodded a greeting in return. His voice was low and smooth, it said, 'Evening, Ms. Rosenberg.' I replied, settling into the plush leather seat, and said, 'Take me home Jenkins.' The vehicle slowly drifted through the city streets and I pulled out my phone and responded to the mysterious text. "Who's this?" My fingers flew across the screen, and I typed. The response came instantly. "You know who." A sly smile curved my lips. I whispered, 'Vinseco.' Driving up the winding driveway that led to our – or rather, my – mansion, the SUV turned. Suddenly we could see ahead, in front of us, looming was the grand estate its elegant façade was a testament to how much my family was worth and how influential we were. I stepped out of the door, and Jenkins opened it, clicking my Louboutins on the marble floor as I entered the foyer. He looked around. "Welcome home, Ms. Rosenberg." "Thank you, Jenkins. "You can take the rest of the evening off." I nodded and went dark, leaving me alone in the opulent space. I wandered the rooms I knew with my eyes running over the lavish décor. My impeccable taste was displayed in the way every piece, every artwork, every furnishing was every piece, every artwork, every furnishing. This was my domain. My sanctuary. My prison. I stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows looking out into the manicured lawn. The gardens lay under the glow of the moon, beautiful and ethereal but inside I was a huge turmoil. A low voice whispered from behind, "Rosee." I turned, and my eyes met the figure from the shadows. Vinseco. My lover. My confidant. He was my ex-boyfriend, but my partner in every sense. I loved him, but my parents didn’t. They refused to accept him because an acceptance of his name would make a bad mark on our family name. After the events at the lawyer's office, his mind seemed numb and Mark hailed a taxi. Thoughts started to unravel as he settled into the backseat. Why didn't I see this coming? How could she do this to me? The ride ended up being eternally long but Mark found himself at his former home. The driver got paid and he stepped out onto the driveway. I only need to grab my car keys and get out of here. The memories poured through his mind; laughter, tears, and small conversations in the middle of the night. When he walked in there was silence and emptiness, he expected this. His gaze fell instead on Rosee's heels, scattered on the floor. Scattered nearby were her clothes, leading to the couch. Mark's heart sank. She's already moved on. He had a bitter taste in his mouth. Who is he? Why did she bring him here? His eyes swept the room. Then he heard the faint sound of laughter. Coming from upstairs. His legs took him upstairs, and his heart was heavy with foreboding. He made it to the top step and stopped, his eyes fixed on what was happening. Alex had his arm around Rosee lying on the bed, her arms around his neck. Alex – his sister's husband. They both shared a deep romantic kiss and Baby called out in a faint tone Rosee screamed as Alex started thrusting into her as Mark watched. Mark was oblivious that the two were there. Rose lay on the bed bare naked and the man only had his boxers on right on top of her, he spotted them. The woman moaned in the middle of the kiss, and he could hear the sound of the slurry kiss. He wanted to stop them, but his body wouldn’t move an inch, he was so hurt. He bit my n*****s and started to kiss my body. Vin.. ahhh. I grabbed his hair and tilted my breasts. "Fuck.." Vincent was already looking at my body as he licked his thin lips, I looked at Vincent. He quickly took off his pants, then. They had let the wind blow f**k take dominance, it being so long since they had done that since they had allowed it. "Ahhh…" As he emptied his sperm inside of me, I moaned loudly, not intentionally. Vincent panted heavily as he stayed on top of my body. He then flipped me around to look at the bed placed his hands on my breasts and slid himself inside me again. He pounded into me faster then again. Lost in pleasure I found myself saying f*ck, harder baby as we both enjoyed whatever we were having right at that moment. I allowed a pleasure sound to escape as Bhe squeezed my breasts. " Ba….by "! , take me to cloud 9, " your voice sounds sexy as always ", he complimented as I looked at him while he kept thrusting into me … His fingers rolled down my body as he kept placing kisses right there, from my stomach to my breasts. He kept playing with my n*****s titling them in his directions before he placed his two fingers right in my mouth. Enough ", a loud vase banged simeontanousely. " What the f**k " ….!!