He kicked me out, threw me out like I was nothing. I remembered when he promised me the world, but that day he kicked his goddamn world out of his life. And for what reason? All because his world couldn't bear him a son.

After he kicked me out, I went to the hospital to check myself. He called me infertile, but when I spoke to the doctor about my test reports, they completely said that I was fertile. I had no problem, so I guess it was him who was infertile.

After a year of enduring torture in the arms of Alex for not being able to bear a son, after being mocked and beaten to stupor almost every night, it turns out I wasn't the one at fault. He was.

I vowed I'll get my revenge. I vowed I'll make him pay for turning my life into a nightmare. And now, I had just taken the first step to getting my revenge.

"Since I'm not good enough for you, Alex, I'll be good enough for your father."

**********

I walked slowly towards Mr. Dane, his dick pulsing with each step I took. It dangled in the air, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on it.

With precise steps, I walked till I was mere inches from him. I grabbed him by the cock, my hands barely able to go around it due to its size.

I rubbed it gently, and I could feel it growing even harder. Mr. Dane had a very strong arousal for a man his age. I wondered why he didn't marry another wife after the demise of his wife. Anyway, that was less of my concern; my concern was to finish the job and get what was promised.

I dragged him by the dick, leading him to the bed. Once we were close, I sent my fingers trickling down his chest and then gave him a subtle push. He fell on the bed as it squeaked. That was when the fun began.

I bent down slowly over him as I took his dick in hand once again. Slowly, I began massaging it. His head fell backwards as he groaned in pleasure. Each pull from me felt like magic, sending several sensations through him.

That was the beginning. I was going to make him groan more. Tonight, it was just him and me. Without wasting any second, I swallowed him whole. I could feel his arousal in my mouth getting stronger with each suck, especially when I used my tongue to play with his cap.

And then I swallowed him whole again. He groaned, and with precise movement, he began thrusting in my mouth deeper. Each thrust sent shivers down my spine. I could barely breathe as his 10-inch long dick soared through my throat.

He respected the process and thrusted deeper, and I gagged hard, my throat tightening around him. I didn’t pull back though—hell no. I wanted this, wanted to take every damn inch of him, to show him what I could handle. After a few more rough thrusts, he yanked himself out, his cock slick and shining from my spit.

“Enough of that,” Dane growled, his voice thick and raspy. “I’m fucking you now.”

He grabbed my arm, hard enough to leave a mark, and hauled me up. Next thing I knew, he shoved me toward the bed. I stumbled, landing flat on my back, the springs creaking under me. My heart was pounding, part excitement, part something darker—revenge burning hot in my chest.

Dane climbed over me, his weight pinning me down. His hands were rough, groping my tits, my hips, like he owned me. I arched up into it, craving that control he was throwing at me. He lined himself up, no hesitation, and slammed into me with one brutal thrust. I yelped, the stretch hitting me all at once, raw and overwhelming.

He didn’t wait for me to catch my breath. He just started pounding, deep and fast, like he was trying to break me. Every thrust jolted through me, lighting up every nerve. I hooked my legs around his waist, clinging to him, letting him take me however he wanted. His mouth crashed into mine, all teeth and tongue, messy and fierce.

But he was the one running this show, no question. After a while, he pulled out, leaving me gasping, and flipped me over like I weighed nothing. “Hands and knees,” he barked.

I scrambled up, ass in the air, ready for him. He grabbed my hips and shoved back in, harder this time. From behind, he hit deeper, his balls smacking against me with every thrust. The sound filled the room—wet, dirty. My fingers dug into the sheets, trying to hold on.

“You like this, huh?” he said, low and rough, landing a sharp slap on my ass.

“Yes, sir,” I moaned, the word slipping out before I could stop it. My voice shook, half from pleasure, half from the sting.

He liked that—I could tell by the way he sped up, fucking me like a man possessed. I was close, so damn close, that tight coil in my gut about to snap. But he wasn’t done playing with me. He pulled out again, sudden and rough, and flopped onto his back.

“Ride me,” he ordered, eyes locked on mine.

I didn’t waste a second. I climbed on top, straddling him, and sank down onto his cock. It filled me up again, and I started moving, bouncing hard, my tits jiggling with every slam. His hands gripped my waist, forcing me faster, deeper, even when I was the one on top. He was still in charge, thrusting up to meet me, making damn sure I felt him.

Sweat dripped down my back, our skin sticking together, I could barely think straight, just chasing that edge again. His thumb found my clit, rubbing fast, and he growled, “Come for me.”

That did it. I shattered, my whole body locking up as I came, clenching around him so tight he groaned loud. He wasn’t far behind—his grip tightened, and he unloaded inside me, hot and messy.

I collapsed onto his chest, both of us panting like animals. He wrapped an arm around me, possessive, pulling me in close. “You’re something else,” he muttered, lips brushing my forehead.

I smirked, exhausted but buzzing. Alex’s face flashed in my mind—his smug, useless ass. This was just the start. I’d taken Dane, his own father, and fucked him better than Alex ever could’ve dreamed, securing a spot in his company. Revenge tasted good, but I wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot, this was just the first step to entering back into Alex's life, I was going to make sure he paid for every torture, every pain he put me true by any means necessary.

***********

**THE NEXT MORNING**

"Rise and shine, honey," I heard the voice say. The curtains were pulled open, and the morning sunlight flashed through my eyelids.

I blinked, trying to process everything that was going on. The person standing before me was blurry. I shut my eyes tight while yawning as I sat up straight.

Opening my eyes, I saw her—Clara. She was standing there, eyes wide, mouth open, like she'd just seen the impossible.

"Clara..." I said, my voice faint. I didn't know if it was because of the way Mr. Dane sent his dick right into my throat or maybe I was just stressed.

"OMG, OMG," Clara screamed. "Did you...?"

"Yes, I did," I said, cutting her short.

"Did you know who the man was...?"

"Yes, I did," I answered again, not allowing her to finish speaking.

"He is my boss..."

"And he is my ex's father."

"What?" she exclaimed.

"Yep, there are a lot of things you don't understand, Clara. I'll catch you up later. As for now, I have good news for you."

"Good news? What, you're pregnant?"

"No, not that," I said as I stared at her, flashing her a smile. "Well, I think you've really helped me in many ways. You could say I helped you too. Well, as you'll be going to work today, you'll be getting a promotion, and yes, I'm now the assistant to Mr. Dane Anderson."

"What?... Okay, okay, I have a lot of questions right now. How did this happen? How did all this happen? I mean, you... you're not that kind of... I mean, everything's just awkward."

"Save your questions, please, for later. We have to get prepared for work. Most importantly, we have to leave this bar."

**********

When we got back home, we took our baths, got dressed, and were about to leave, but just then, I heard a knock on the door.

"I'll get it, don't worry. Just finish up quickly, okay?" Clara said from the kitchen. I was in the room, still adjusting my hair. I couldn't afford to look like a slave on my first day of work, especially since I was going to be meeting Alex, that asshole, today. I wanted him to see that I survived without him, to see that I'm doing perfectly okay, and yes, to see how far I've gone.

"Kristine! Kristine!" Clara yelled from the living room, her voice alarming. Why was she shouting like that? I asked myself.

Was something wrong?

Without thinking twice, I bolted for the door. Once I got out, I was forced to stop, taking in the sight of the all-powerful Mr. Dane, the man I had a great night with yesterday. He was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, in a tailored black suit, with polished shoes, while his men flanked him—two hefty-looking men with black suits and classic earpieces used for communication.

My mind was filled with so many questions: Why was he here? What did he want? How did he know where I was living? I thought we already had an agreement. All these thoughts soon vanished as his deep, masculine voice cut through the air.

"Hello, Kristine," he said with a smile.

My eyes darted to Clara, who had sweat on her face at this point. She was standing erect, like they had told her not to move an inch. Then, my eyes darted back to Mr. Dane.

I walked towards them. "Hello, Mr. Dane," I replied. "I... uhm, I wasn't expecting you."

He scoffed. "I didn't think I'd be here as well, but I have a proposition for you."

"Okay, what is it?" I said coolly.

"Be my wife. Sign this contract," he said as he pushed the document on the table closer to me, "and you'll get everything you ever wanted."

I was in shock, and so was Clara. At this point, her mouth was wide open, but I couldn't help but smile within myself. Things just kept getting easier; it was as if the universe was in my favor. If I became his wife, nothing would stop me from destroying you, Alex, I said to myself. I'll make sure you lose everything, including that special company you traded me for. I'll bring you down to nothing, and this is a promise. The game has begun.