Chapter 1 Chapter 1

MARTHA

It was 7:00 p.m on Friday evening when I closed my work as a waitress at Silver's Restaurant, a magnificent two-story building in Sun City Kingdom. I grabbed my handbag and ran out of the premises as the rain started falling heavily.

I flagged down a taxi, jumped into the rear seat, and gave the driver my father's home address. He ignited the car and sped off. Once I arrived home, I paid the driver, climbed out of the cab, and rushed toward the huge black gate of my father's enormous white mansion.

The security guard was absent, so I made my way into the yard and arrived at the front door. I rang the doorbell, and my stepmother, Sandra Roger, pulled it open.

Sandra wore a long blue nightdress paired with black slippers, and she frowned upon seeing me return.

Thunder struck loudly in the clouds as I stepped into the mansion and shut the door behind me.

The clock showed 8:00 p.m. when I greeted Sandra. "Good evening, Mom."

"Martha, why are you home so late?" Sandra inquired, glaring at me.

Looking at her frowning face, I asked, "What sort of question is that? This is my father's house, and I can return home whenever I like."

"Oh sure," Sandra replied with a smirk and moved back to sit on the black couch. I knew that she disliked me, and had only pretended to marry my father. But after she married him, she treated me poorly until he died two years ago.

I had to live with Sandra because my father's will stated that he gave the whole house to me, while Sandra and her daughter, Elena, stole the company.

Ignoring my stepmother, I quickly rushed upstairs to my room to change out of my wet clothes. But as I neared the door, intense groaning and moaning froze me in place.

"Ah, Mark! Fuck!" I heard Elena's voice crying as the man rode her to ecstasy.

My fist clenched at how Elena was moaning like a lunatic. Could she not take her boyfriend to the hotel? Why bring him here to our father's house? Could she not show a little respect for our late father?

I was four years older than Elena. I was twenty-four years old, and she was twenty. I wanted to ignore Elena, but I heard her cry again. "Fuck me, Mark!"

I froze.

Who was Mark?

Was he my fiancé, Mark Elliott?

I wanted to ignore them, thinking there were many Marks, so no way that Mark Elliott could be the man with my shameless sister. But I heard Elena's comment. "Mark, do you enjoy having sex with Martha like me?"

"Fuck it, Elena. Martha has a dry pussy, and I don't enjoy anything. She is too skinny and lacks the plump boobs and soft ass like you."

“What?” My fist clenched as I spun around to face Elena's room door, and I heard her comments.

"Awn, I am glad that I'm different. How about your engagement to Martha? Aren't you going to call it off? You cannot marry her over me," Elena purred as Mark drove into her.

The sound of his moans echoed in the corridor as her pussy made wet sounds.

"Don't worry. I am only getting married to Martha to take over your father's company. Do not forget that your mother stated that your father left everything in Martha's name. If not for that, she deceived Martha into thinking your father left only the house for her."

"What?" I gasped, blood draining from my face as I heard their discussion.

I was not able to pull the door open and unlock it to face them.

Elena's door was slightly open, and I spun around to leave the house. Only then did I see my stepmother standing in the corridor with a large pestle in her hands.

"Martha, your time is up, and you cannot take everything away from my daughter and me." Sandra raised the pestle to smash it on me, but I dodged her attack and pushed her to the ground.

"Ah!" Sandra gasped as she landed on her butt.

After hearing that Sandra had changed my father's will to suit her preference, I jumped on her and smacked her face multiple times.

"Martha, how dare you?" Sandra shrieked, and Elena's room door flung open.

Elena and Mark darted out of her room naked and looked stunned to see Sandra on the ground after I had smacked her ten times for changing my father's will.

Who knows if Sandra had a hand in my father's mysterious death two years ago?

"Martha, how dare you lay your filthy hands on my mother?" Elena growled at me, but I glared at her in disgust.

"You shameless slut. You ride my fiancé, and you think you will be better than me or get my inheritance? Only in your dreams." I spun around and left the house, knowing that I could not stay there with them.

Before I left the corridor, Mark called out to me. "Martha, you cannot leave this city. Know that our marriage has already been scheduled, and whether you like it or not, you must marry me!"

"Only in your dreams. I will never marry an asshole and cheap dog like you!" I cursed at Mark before I left the corridor.

Tears flooded down my cheeks as I made my way outside of the duplex my father owned. The house used to be peaceful until my father got married to that evil woman.

Clenching my fist, I hurried out of the house, leaving everything behind. I would be back for them. So, I made my way to the road to get a cab.

The rain poured down heavily on me as I found a taxi.

"To Dennis Hotel," I said, as it was getting late. I had nowhere to go. My relatives lost interest in me after my mother's death. They blamed me for her death, as they preferred I should have died in her place instead of her having me as her baby. She died during her labor.

Wiping the sobs away from my cheeks, I looked out the window.

The money I had could barely sustain me.

When the taxi arrived at the hotel, I got out, paid the taxi driver, and made my way into the hotel.

Dennis Hotel was a popular brothel in town, and I wanted to spend the night there to cheat on Mark and forget those mean words he had made about me.

When I entered the hotel lobby, the two receptionists peered at me and frowned.

"Hey, miss. What are you doing here all soaked up?" One asked, and I drew a deep breath.

"I want a night with any available man. How much will I be paid?"

"Haha!" The two receptionists laughed at my broken state.

"You're too skinny to attract any client. So go out and look for another hotel or brothel to satisfy your fantasy," they dismissed me, but I was clearly determined to show them that I am not one to give up easily.

If I did not get the money to get my stepmother arrested, then I would be the one at a loss.

"I am serious, and I am not leaving this brothel. Please." I stripped off my wet blue dress that I had worn to work that morning.

"Hey! What are you doing?" The receptionist growled at me as she walked out from behind her desk.

"Let her go!" A deep voice startled me, and I turned to see who it was.

It was a group of five men in black who walked into the hotel lobby. The man who spoke had golden-colored eyes that sent chills down my spine.

I had not seen any human with such eye color before.

"Welcome, sir. We are just trying to maintain a conducive environment for our hotel. What do you want?" The female receptionist in a white top and black skirt, who wanted to chase me out, asked the formidable man who walked in to meet us.