My Gold-Digger Stepmom

Chapter - 2

The mansion's surroundings were already cloaked in darkness, with only the large bulbs hanging in every corner of the garden providing a sliver of light. Solana carried a bowl of food for the dog, Bruno. Despite being exhausted from a full day of tending to Don Freddie, she never forgot to feed her husband’s dog.

As she walked alongside the high wall of the mansion, Solana suddenly stopped. She heard a strange sound coming from a dark part of the garden—a sound like someone struggling to breathe, as if being strangled, or like an animal giving birth in the intensity of its moaning.

"Ana?" she called out softly when she saw the familiar shadow of her fellow maid.

Ana was facing her, knees buckling, eyes bulging, and her mouth open as if wanting to scream, but no voice came out. Behind her was a man Solana couldn't quite make out because the thick branches of the hibiscus bushes obscured them. All she could see was the man’s hand gripped tightly around Ana's neck, seemingly strangling her with sheer cruelty.

Fearing that something terrible would happen to Ana, Solana didn't stop thinking. She quickly turned and grabbed a piece of hardwood—a leftover firewood from when the staff roasted a pig for her wedding to Freddie. With all her might, she raised the wood and, without hesitation, swung it at the man’s face.

A crisp thud echoed. The wood struck the side of the man’s jaw and cheek.

"F*ck!" a baritone voice groaned in pain and rage.

The man let go of Ana, who quickly sank to the grass, gasping for air. It was only then that Solana’s eyes widened. As the man slowly stepped out of the shadows of the hibiscus, Solana felt her entire body go cold.

It wasn't just any thief. The man she had struck was none other than Henry—her husband’s son, who had just returned from Europe. There was a smear of blood on the corner of his lip, and his eyes seemed to burn like fire in his intense rage.

"S-Sir Henry..." Solana stammered, dropping the wood. "I thought... I thought you were hurting Ana."

Henry didn't answer. Instead, he took a swift step forward, and before Solana could run, he grabbed her tightly by the neck. Henry slammed her against the wall with all his strength, causing her breath to hitch.

"You... you little b*tch," Henry snarled, his face only inches away from Solana’s. Solana could feel his hot, fragrant breath mixed with the scent of alcohol. "Who are you to hurt me in my own home? Do you think because you married my old father, you have rights here? Especially the right to hurt me?"

"M-My mistake... I'm sorry..." Solana sobbed, trying to pry Henry's hand from her neck, but it was like iron.

Henry was further consumed by rage. He pressed his body even closer to Solana, filling every inch of space between them. Due to the intense closeness of their bodies, Solana felt a hard, hot object poking against her stomach—Henry’s hard manhood, seemingly awakened by the intensity of his anger.

Solana gasped. She knew what it was. She could feel its hardness despite her thin dress.

"See this?" Henry whispered, pressing his lower body harder against Solana’s stomach while his other hand gripped the girl's jaw to force her to look at him. "I am so furious with you, woman, but you just added to my rage. And because of what you did, I’ll make sure you won’t get any sleep tonight."

"S-Sir, please... h-have mercy..."

Solana couldn't breathe. Henry’s hand strangling her neck felt like steel, while her back was being forced into the cold, rough cement of the wall.

"S-Sir... y-you have it wrong..." Solana’s defense was stuttering and trembling. Tears began to well in the corners of her eyes.

A bitter, mocking smirk formed on Henry’s lips. Instead of loosening his grip, he pressed his body even harder against Solana. Consequently, Solana felt the hard surge of Henry’s manhood poking against her lower abdomen even more. She felt uncomfortable because of the heat and a feeling she couldn't explain.

Suddenly, Henry grabbed the thin fabric of Solana’s dress near the chest, enough to hear the faint rip of the seams. Solana gasped and tried to cover herself, but Henry was faster.

"Why, Solana? Are you jealous?" Henry whispered mockingly while looking at her trembling lips. "Is that why you hit me, because you wanted me to notice you? Because you want to be in Ana’s position?"

"N-No... I—I was helping her—"

"Liar!"

’S—Sir… please," she pleaded, finally breaking into tears.

"Stop it with this 'good girl' act!" Henry snapped, pressing his face closer to Solana’s neck. "What? Does your husband’s c*ck not get up anymore, so you're looking for something hard? Are you that thirsty because you settled for a decrepit old man just for money?"

"Sir, please don't talk about your Papa like that..." Solana pleaded through her tears.

Henry let out a sarcastic laugh. "Don't you? Why does it hurt you? Or does it hurt because you know it's true? Tell me, what's your price? How much did Dad pay for you to please him?"

Henry violently pulled Solana’s hair to make her look up at him. "You got billions... but it seems you weren't satisfied in bed. I can feel you trembling, Solana. Are you scared? Or are you getting wet because, for the first time in a long while, you're feeling like a man who still has his strength?"

"Y—You're wrong... I'm not that kind of woman..."

"Liar!" Henry shouted.

"Don't treat me like a fool, like Dad did. He paid you, and as payment for what you did, you’re on my list!"

Henry pressed his lower body firmly between Solana’s thighs, making her feel every inch of his hardness. "You want it hard, don't you? Something you can feel all the way to your throat? I’ll make sure you never forget this night, b***h!"

"Henry! That’s enough!"

A loud voice caught Henry’s attention; it was his Godfather, Roberto. He violently and abruptly let go of Solana’s neck. The girl almost fell and nearly slammed her face into the plants. Her whole body was shaking as she quickly hugged herself to hide her exposed bra from where Henry had grabbed her dress, her sobs barely audible due to extreme fear.

Ninong Roberto stood not far away, his face full of disappointment and anger as he looked at his godson.

"Go now, Sol. Go inside," the old man ordered, gentle yet firm. He stepped forward slightly to block Henry’s view of Solana.

"I apologize for what my godson has done. Go now!"