Claimed By My Step-sister’s Fiancé

The sky was dark, and it appeared that it was ready to rain heavily. The wind blew harshly, swaying Delilah Harrington’s hair, but she didn’t mind because this was an important day for her step-sister, and dressing up was something she didn’t want to miss. Today was Emily’s engagement banquet, and Emily was also known as Delilah’s step-sister who was now engaged to Damien Preston, the CEO of Avanti Oasis. Currently, Delilah was dressed in a sleeveless white gown. As Delilah entered the hotel foyer, she asked for the key to the room she would be spending the night in. She had already checked in a few hours before, so as the receptionist handed over the key to Delilah, she made her way to the hotel elevator. Delilah wrapped her hands around herself as she stepped inside the elevator. The elevator door was about to close when a drunken young gorgeous man walked inside staggering ever so slightly. “Why does he look so familiar?” Delilah questioned herself but did not respond because the man had nothing to do with her. He appeared to be intoxicated, but he didn’t smell like alcohol. Delilah turned her gaze away from him. He was dressed in black trousers and a gray shirt. The buttons on his shirt were all undone, and despite the cold, the young man appeared to be sweating profusely. After closing the elevator door and pressing the third button, Delilah stared at the floor until the elevator beeped. She exited the elevator, and as she opened the door of her hotel room, she felt a tight grip on her hand. Delilah slowly turned around to see the man from earlier staring at her. “Damien Preston?” she questioned, because he was Emily’s fiancé. “What’s the deal with you looking so drunk?” Delilah inquired since Damien was not a drinker. When Damien heard Delilah’s question, he smiled and closed the distance toward her. He yanked Delilah’s face toward himself, cupping her cheeks with his palm without warning. “What are you trying to d—?” “Shh! Don’t move, okay. I want to see something,” he said, cutting Delilah off. She tried to break free from Damien when he suddenly lean in, trying to plant a kiss on her lips. Aggressively, Delilah pushed him. “Please let go of me,” Delilah spat viciously. “Emily, why are you pushing me away?” Damien inquired, frowning. ‘What made him call me Emily? Do I look like my sister for him to misidentify my face with Emily’s?’ Delilah wondered, but the answer was far away. “I’m not Emily, and you really do need to snap out of it, okay? Damien, you’re intoxicated, so get some rest,” Delilah stated while attempting to assist Damien in standing firmly because his feet was swaying from one end to another. Delilah had a childhood crush on Damien, but she had always made sure it remained just a crush. ‘Besides, he’s Emily’s fiancé.’ She thought to herself. “Baby… why did you yell at me?” Damien spurred while stammering as he suddenly gripped Delilah’s waist. “What… let me go!” she screamed heavily. He ignored her scream as he trapped Delilah against the wall and landed a kiss on her neck. She tried pushing him but it was to no avail. “Damien… Damien please don’t do this to me… please don’t…” The cries of Delilah fell on deaf ears. Damien was so powerful that no matter how hard Delilah struggled, he went ahead and did what he had planned for her. Delilah’s eyes welled up with tears as Damien pulled her inside the room and locked the door after stepping inside. Screams and tears could be heard from behind the locked door as Damien defiled Delilah virginity. *** Two Years Later *** The bright sun shone down, its light peaking through the room window as it fell on Delilah’s body. The birds were singing sweetly, and the flowers were in full bloom, their petals vibrant and colorful. The sky outside was a clear blue, dotted with a few fluffy white clouds that lazily drifted across the sky. A young man sat with his legs crossed, his body relaxed and peaceful. His hands were folded in his lap, his fingers resting gently against each other while his eyes were closed for a moment of stillness and contemplation. Though he sat still, his posture exuded a sense of detachment, as if he were above the world around him. “I want you to pick the document that is lying on the table,” said Damien coldly, his gaze filled with disgust as he stared at Delilah. Delilah arched her brows at the command, but she moved obediently toward the center table. She reached out and picked up the document that was lying there, its edges neatly aligned with the edge of the table. Delilah stood there, document in hand, waiting for her next instruction. She had always considered herself a servant; after all, a servant doesn’t question the order of their master. Ever since her marriage, she had always lived like a slave, hoping that if she continued to obey Damien, he would eventually fall for her. “Read it,” he commanded. Delilah’s hands shook as she read the document. The words on the page were a shock to her system, revealing information that left her mind reeling. Damien watched Delilah with a cruel smirk on his lips. He savored the sight of her trembling hands, her pale face, and the way her breath came in sharp, panicked gasps. It was like watching a puppet dance to his strings, and he delighted in every moment of her humiliation. “You will be given five million dollars, provided you sign the document,” Damien said, his voice as cold and emotionless as a winter’s night. There was no mercy in his words, no hint of warmth or compassion. He was a machine, driven by greed and power, and the only thing that mattered to him was getting what he wanted. ‘This can’t be real.’ She mused to herself. In that moment, Delilah felt a sharp pang in her chest, as if an invisible arrow had struck her heart. She struggled to breathe, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. It was as if her heart was breaking, shattered by the words of the man before her. “Wha… What did I do to deserve this?” Delilah asked, her voice shaking. “Why are you handing me a divorce paper?” Delilah stared at the document in her hands, the words on the page blurring together as her vision swam. She wanted to glare at Damien with a hurtful gaze, but she could not meet Damien’s gaze, knowing that it would only make things worse. She knew that he hated it when she looked at him directly, his face contorted with rage whenever she did. So she kept her eyes downcast, staring at the document in her hands. “Emily is coming back, and I don’t want her to meet you,” Damien said, his voice as cold as ice. “It’s best if we put an end to this marriage, and besides, the contract we signed has expired. It was a mistake from the beginning.” He spoke matter-of-factly, as if he were discussing the weather or the stock market, but to Delilah, his words were like a knife to the heart. “Are… are you ending the contract by giving me a divorce just because Emily is back?” Delilah asked, her voice barely a whisper. The words seemed to catch in Delilah’s throat, as if her body were physically resisting the idea of saying them out loud, but the question had to be asked, even if the answer was one she didn’t want to hear. Delilah held her breath, waiting for Damien’s response. Damien’s lips curled into a sneer. “I’m divorcing you because the woman I’ve always wanted is finally coming back,” he said, his voice full of contempt. “I never wanted to marry you in the first place. You knew that, didn’t you?” His words were like a dagger to the heart, each one twisting and turning in the wound, as if Delilah’s feelings were of no consequence to him. Delilah’s hands trembled as she interlaced her fingers, trying to steady herself. “Wha… What if I say no?” she asked, her voice barely audible. “What if I refuse to sign the papers?” Delilah knew it was a futile effort, but she had to try. She had to fight for what little she had left. A cruel, mocking laugh erupted from Damien’s lips. He rested his hand on his chin, his eyes glittering with malice. “If you don’t sign those papers, then I’ll make sure you never live to see tomorrow,” he said, his voice like ice.