Revenge In The Mafia's Bed

2

The Stepmother’s Cunning Plan

Behind the majestic, goldcarved marble pillars in the corner of the ballroom, Victoria crossed her arms over her chest. Her eaglesharp eyes remained fixed on Audrey’s back as she stumbled away from the party. A dark, satisfied smile slowly spread across her lips, which were coated in bright red lipstick. The plan she had spent weeks orchestrating was finally unfolding without a single hitch.

"Mommy, will our plan really work? That slut actually drank it, didn’t she?" Chloe whispered impatiently. Her hands gripped her tight red dress, her eyes gleaming with cruel anticipation. "I can’t wait to see her get kicked out of the house by Daddy!"

Victoria chuckled softly, her laugh sounding cold and triumphant. She turned to her beloved daughter and gently stroked her hair to calm her.

"Of course, darling. Mommy never fails to get rid of a nuisance," Victoria replied with a tone of disdain. "The highdose aphrodisiac I bought from the black market was perfectly mixed into her drink by the waiter we hired. The effect is fast and lethal. Within minutes, her holierthanthou body will be writhing, begging for a man’s touch. She won’t be able to resist."

Chloe beamed, imagining her stepsister’s absolute downfall. "And the man we hired? Is he ready?"

"He’s already waiting in VIP room 808 upstairs," Victoria replied, her eyes sparkling with cunning satisfaction. "I’ve arranged everything. The hotel staff will ensure Audrey is directed to the quiet upper hallway via the private elevator. Highresolution hidden cameras have been installed at every corner of the room. By tomorrow morning, the scandal video of 'The Sterling Princess Who Sold Herself' will be the hottest show for your father. Once Thomas sees it, he will undoubtedly strike Audrey’s name from the Sterling family tree."

Meanwhile, in the quiet hotel corridor, Audrey gripped the velvet wallpaper to support her weakening body. Her knees shook violently, as if they could no longer hold her weight. Cold sweat began to bead on her temples, dampening the neatly styled locks of her shoulderlength brown hair.

Audrey’s breath came in ragged, burning gasps, scorching her suddenly parched throat. The drug’s effects were working much faster than anyone could have imagined.

"Why... why is my body like this?" Audrey whispered, her voice trembling as she fought both the pain and the strange, itching sensation crawling beneath her skin.

Her heart pounded frantically, pumping an increasingly unbearable heat throughout her body. Her fading consciousness rang a loud, clear alarm in her head. She had been set up.

"It can't be... something is wrong...?"

And the only person in this world who wanted her destruction on the night of the Sterling Corp celebration was none other than her stepmother, Victoria, and her stepsister, Chloe.

Audrey tried to step forward to find help, but her blurred vision made the long hallway appear to spin and sway. The offwhite dress that had once sat so gracefully on her body now felt like flames licking at her sensitive skin. The heat demanded release, making her want to tear the fabric away just to find a breeze of cool air to soothe her burning soul.

From behind, heavy, hurried footsteps echoed in the silent hall. A sturdy man in casual attire with a lecherous smile walked toward her. He was Victoria’s hired thug, tasked with executing the plan in the room upstairs.

"Ms. Audrey? You look very unwell," the man said, his voice feigned softness as he tried to pass himself off as a kind hotel guest. But his hungry eyes stared wildly at Audrey’s body. Without wasting time, his rough hand clamped tightly onto her arm.

"Let... let me go!" Audrey tried to shout and struggle, but only a weak, raspy whisper escaped her throat. Her body had lost all its strength.

"Don't fight it, sweetie. There's a comfortable place upstairs for both of us. Tonight, you're going to have a good time with me," the man whispered right into Audrey’s ear.

He dragged her limp body toward the private elevator at the end of the hall, which connected directly to the VIP floor. Audrey could only cry inwardly, trying to hold onto the remnants of her fading consciousness as she was battered by the artificial passion tormenting her. Her stepmother’s rotten plan was on the verge of success.

Trapped in the VIP Room

The elevator dinged softly, opening on the quiet eighth floor. The hired man gripped Audrey’s waist roughly, supporting her as she had now almost completely lost the strength to stand. Audrey tried to stomp her feet and strike the man’s chest, but her limp hands could only brush against his clothes to no effect. The high dose of the aphrodisiac had paralyzed her entire defensive system.

"Let... I said let me go..." Audrey whimpered in a fractured voice. Her breath, blowing against the man’s neck, felt scorching hot, burning her own skin with the artificial desire that was agonizing her.

The man chuckled lewdly, ignoring her weak protests. He pulled a hotel access card from his pocket and pressed it to the panel of room 808. A soft click sounded, followed by the indicator light turning green. With a rough shove, he pushed Audrey into the luxurious VIP room, which felt like hell to her.

The door clicked shut behind them, locking away the outside world. The room was spacious, dominated by a kingsize bed with white silk sheets. In the corner of the ceiling, a small red light blinked—a hidden camera installed on Victoria’s orders was active, ready to record every second of Audrey’s destruction to be presented to her father tomorrow morning.

The man threw Audrey onto the soft mattress. She groaned as her body bounced. The cold touch of the sheets provided a brief moment of relief to her burning skin, but it didn't last. A much more powerful wave of heat slammed into her from within.

"You’re truly beautiful, Ms. Sterling," the man said as he took off his jacket, revealing a tight black undershirt. His eyes stared hungrily at Audrey, who was writhing restlessly on the bed. "Your stepmother is truly generous. Besides paying me well, she gave me such a delicious dish to enjoy."

Audrey heard the words amidst her fading awareness. Mommy... it really was Mommy and Chloe... Tears fell from the corners of Audrey’s hazel eyes, soaking the silk sheets beneath her. The betrayal by her own family mingled with the physical torture she was experiencing.

The offwhite dress now felt like an iron trap. Her skin was agonizingly sensitive; every brush of the fabric against her body triggered strange sensations that made her shudder in terror. Her heart hammered so hard that her chest heaved violently. Her vision blurred further, the grand room swaying before her. She needed relief, but her rational mind flatly refused to surrender to the disgusting man in front of her.

The man crawled onto the bed, approaching the gasping Audrey. The stench of alcohol and cigarettes emanated from him, making Audrey feel instantly nauseated.

"Don’t come closer... please..." Audrey whispered, crossing her arms over her chest in a final, desperate attempt to protect herself.

"No need to be shy, Miss. I know your body is craving me right now. Look at you; you’re even sweating like this," the man sneered. Roughy, he grabbed Audrey’s wrists and pinned them above her head with one large hand.

His free hand began to roam over Audrey’s exposed shoulders, slowly descending toward the collar of her dress. Audrey screamed hysterically inside as those filthy hands touched her skin. The sheer disgust and horror triggered an adrenaline rush in her body, providing an unexpected surge of emergency strength amidst her paralysis.

No! I won't let them win! I won't be ruined here!

As the man lowered his face to kiss her neck, Audrey gathered every bit of remaining strength in her right leg. With a powerful, survivaldriven jolt, she lifted her knee as high as she could, striking the man square in the groin.

"Aghhh!" The man howled in pain, his grip on Audrey’s wrists loosening instantly. He tumbled off the side of the bed, groaning in agony as he clutched his vital parts.

Audrey did not waste the fleeting golden opportunity. Gasping for air, her body still trembling violently from the effects of the drug, she rolled off the other side of the bed, preparing to escape the cursed room.