Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
"AAAAAAH!"
Monique screamed and screamed, and her fists pounded the steering wheel in an uncontrollable fit of fury with every maddened screech that tore out of her throat.
This was the real her that not even her own father knew of. Everyone in Corpus Christi, everyone in the whole fucking world even, thought of her as a saint, and for the most part, she was that.
It was only when she did not get what she wanted, only when she didn't get who she wanted that this part of her would try clawing its way to the surface.
"Fuck you, bitch! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"
There was not a single second in her life that she didn't live in fear of having this part of herself exposed, and it was all that bitch's fault that she was so dangerously tempted to throw away the saintly image she had worked so hard on all these years.
"Fuck you, fuck, you, fuck you!"
Monique didn't even notice her nails chipping and breaking as she clawed at every surface of her car that she could reach.
She was agitated to the point of violence, and she had the craziest urge to drive all the way to Claymore so she could wait in the shadows. All she knew was that she had to fucking do something to release all this pent-up wrath inside of her, and she didn't give a damn how long it would take.
She would be more than fucking happy to wait and wait and wait until she had the chance to run over the girl who was about to destroy the wildly rosy future she had envisioned for herself and Andreus.
Her gaze accidentally crashed on her reflection on the rearview mirror, and seeing a madwoman stare back at her had another ugly scream ripping out of her mouth.
"FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, YOU GREEK BITCH!"
That awful-looking woman was not the real her, and it was that bitch's fault, that goddamn bitch that was to blame she looked so fucking ugly right now.
Hallie was like all the other sluts in this world, but Monique was different. Andreus was the only man—-the only man who had ever made her nipples pucker with desire, the only man to make her moan and writhe even when she was alone in bed, and all she had were fantasies of his hands running all over her naked body.
Monique could only feel such emotions just for one man alone. The likes of Hallie could no doubt live with herself even if multiple cocks had already loosened her pussy, but Monique was different.
She had always believed that her virginal pussy was meant for only one man to taste, and all these years she had stayed chaste and waited patiently for that one man to come into her life.
So why then?
Why the fuck couldn't God be fair and reward her patience and chastity with Andreus?
She was the one who deserved a man like Andreus, not a slut like Hallie!
She was the one Andreus should love, not that whore.
"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, why can't you just die?"
Monique's phone vibrated just as she was seriously contemplating driving herself into a fucking post in hopes of injuring herself and manipulating Andreus into staying with her out of pity.
What the fuck?
The first thing she noticed was the undisclosed number above the message, and in the recklessly destructive state of mood Monique was in, she didn't even pause to think twice about clicking the suspicious link that had been anonymously sent to her phone.
If all this fucking link had was some kind of virus, who the hell cared? She had money to burn, anyway, and so all she had to do was throw this phone away and buy another.
A part of her was already expecting this, but the link turned out to be completely something else, and shock had Monique's foot slamming down on the brakes.
What the fuck is this?
The other drivers behind her furiously honked their horns, the wheels of their cars screeching as they all scrambled to avoid ramming into Monique's car from behind. If not for the seatbelt that immediately and painfully tightened to hold her back, her body would have hurtled out of the windshield.
Is this your answer, God?
Her entire body was shaking, but it was not from the relief of narrowly escaping death.
This has to be God's answer. This has to be.
The familiar wailing of police sirens began to reach her ears, and Monique regained enough of her senses to switch her phone off.
What she had seen mustn't be seen by anyone else...for now.
By the time someone came up to knock on her window, Monique was once again the saint everyone in Corpus Christi thought her to be, with her eyes filled with tears, and her smile valiant but vulnerable.
"I'm so sorry, Officer."
The middle-aged law enforcer turned out to be one of the beneficiaries of her father's foundation, and in mere minutes, Monique was allowed to drive away without a single report being filed.