Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441: 441-RIP!

Helanie:

And in the other picture, my face was in focus, with a d*** forced into my mouth. But it wouldn’t look forced in a picture if they tried to twist the contrast. Even when I am visibly crying and are devastated, I would still not want my pictures out.

And then there were so many with my whole body and privates on display while their identities were successfully hidden. There were a few short videos too—more like gifs that failed to show the forced coercion, but they were enough to ruin me.

Lastly, a text message that would make me look even worse. And I wouldn’t be able to show the text to anyone without them thinking I was a part of it.

Unknown: We had fun that night. We can book you again, right? Have your rates gone up, or are they still the same? _{freёwebnovel.com}

I kept staring at the images. There were too many of them. Seeing myself like that in those pictures took me back to that place, to that station.

I remembered how I got up from the ground after thinking I had died and went home. That long walk, while my whole body ached and with almost no clothes on, was humiliating—especially when the neighbors saw me.

Not a single person had the decency to cover me.

They all stared, ogled at my body, and passed comments.

If these images go out, if these clips go viral, everyone will look at me with those same eyes.

I stared into the distance and then started laughing at myself. Did I really think I could live a different life?

That I could go after such powerful people and they wouldn’t fight back?

And then, when my phone beeped, little whimpers escaped my lips. I answered the call, slowly bringing my phone to my ear.

"Please delete—" I begged, breaking down on the call.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... why are you crying? I don’t like to see pretty girls cry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was just admiring your beauty. And guess what? My friends and I just finished watching those videos and sharing them," Zellu said on the phone.

I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw, shaking and struggling to breathe.

"What happened? No sass for us today?" he mocked, but his fake sympathy was clear in his tone.

"What do you want—" I asked, stuttering. My heart hadn’t recovered ever since I saw the images. I felt so vulnerable and weak again. It was like I had lived through that night all over again.

"Just leave—You were supposed to die. So why don’t you just turn off your phone, leave no trace, and disappear?" he muttered in a husky tone, purposely using the same voice he had whispered in my ear that night.

"We want you gone, or else—we’ll release these pictures. They’ll reach your little sister’s school, your academy, and every f***ing place. Do you want that? Because without the full video, it pretty much looks like you were just a naughty girl in the past. And with your stepmother, stepbrother, father, and others backing it up, it’ll be confirmed that you are lying about the rape."

When he mentioned my father, it felt like a hard slap across my face.

Did he meet him?

Or does he know that my father would immediately go against me? I mean, my stepmother always made me out to be a slut, and my father believed him. So I’m sure once the news gets out, my father will bow down before them for money.