Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

When Evelyn forcefully attempted to plunge the knife into William’s body, he swiftly dodged as if he had eyes in the back of his head. The blade did not penetrate William’s back, but it did graze his shoulder, leaving a gash that oozed blood. In the next moment, William knocked the knife from Evelyn’s hand and gripped her throat tightly.

“Evelyn, it seems you’ve been lying to me. You want to kill me,” William said, his eyes filled with anger, yet a gentle smile played on his lips.

Evelyn, naked and pinned beneath William, could not utter a word. She struggled for breath, feeling as though she was suffocating. The pain and discomfort were overwhelming, and she felt herself slipping away.

Desperate and unable to speak, Evelyn’s vision darkened. She struggled like a fish stranded on shore, but her efforts were in vain. She was about to die-not at her own hand, but at William’s. It was unbearable. Why was William so vigilant? She had hidden herself so well, and yet, when she had targeted him at his most vulnerable, he had immediately sensed her intention.

Blood continued to trickle from the wound on William’s shoulder, but it was beginning to clot. Ignoring his own injuries, he continued to choke Evelyn, his eyes brimming with fury even as his words remained tender.

“Evelyn, you have disappointed me. I longed to be with you forever, to raise a child with you. Once I conquer Chicago, you would be its queen. Why do you not cherish this? I’ve treated you so well, and yet you seek to betray me.”

As Evelyn’s consciousness faded, William, feeling a sudden pang in his heart, released his grip on her throat. She gasped for air, feeling as though she had cheated death.

Terrified, Evelyn realized she was still too naive compared to William. She had mentally prepared herself for so long to kill him, but now, facing the reality, she feared she might falter. If she failed to kill William, he would surely kill her.

In her mind, she rehearsed countless times, repeatedly convincing herself that William was a demon. He had killed so many, even Isabella’s daughter. She needed this relentless brainwashing to remain composed enough to take a life.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Yet, despite her efforts, she was not as ruthless as William. He remained vigilant, even after their intimacy. When he learned of her intent to kill him, he nearly choked her to death. Gasping for breath, Evelyn looked at William, perplexed. He could have easily killed her, so why had he spared her now?

Sensing Evelyn’s confusion, William cruelly smiled at her. “I suddenly feel that a simple death for you would be a release. Since you so enjoy using your body to entice me, let my men enjoy you as well. They will ravage you until you can’t bear it.”

Evelyn’s eyes widened in disbelief. “No, William, you can’t do this!”

The thought of the menacing men outside made her tremble. If William abandoned her to them, she would be devoured like prey. Seeing Evelyn’s fear pleased William, who couldn’t help but laugh. “Enjoy yourself, Evelyn. I’ll choose a few for you. You won’t be able to bear the dozens who will have their way with you.”

After dressing, William left the room, as if to summon his men to violate her.

Fear coursed through Evelyn’s veins. She couldn’t endure being ravaged by so many men. She thought, it would be better to die with dignity than to suffer such a fate. She immediately grabbed a knife from the ground, intending to end her life.

William saw her and quickly knocked the knife from her hand, but not before a crimson wound appeared on her neck. Although not severe, the wound added to the scars on her neck. William, unmoved, pressed the wound, causing Evelyn to cry out in pain.

“You can’t even bear this little pain when you want to die?” William sneered at Evelyn.

“I’m not afraid of you,” Evelyn retorted coldly.

“You don’t fear death, indeed. For you, death is the lightest punishment. Evelyn, you will pay for your actions,” William said as he retrieved the knife from the ground and pushed Evelyn onto the bed.

Before Evelyn could react, William removed his pants, parted her legs, and entered her body without any warning. The pain was excruciating. William was relentless, oblivious to Evelyn’s suffering.

Evelyn felt as if her body was being torn apart. She wanted to escape from beneath William, but he held her down, and she could do nothing but endure his aggression.

It hurt so much, more than she could bear. Her body felt as though it was being torn in two. “Evelyn, do you like it?” William gritted his teeth, asking, “Do you enjoy this?”

He was thoroughly pleased, watching Evelyn contort in agony. He chuckled to himself, thinking that since she had not appreciated his previous tenderness and had tried to kill him, he would no longer treat her gently. When he desired her, he would use her body to fulfill his desires without any tenderness or foreplay. His own satisfaction was all that mattered.

Feeling the warmth beneath him, William looked down to see blood. Despite Evelyn’s bleeding, he remained unmoved. This was what Evelyn owed him, and she would have to repay it. Even when Evelyn had passed out from his torment, William did not stop until he had satisfied himself completely.