Vengeance: A Dark Billionaire Romance (Empire Sin)

by Isabella Starling

  “You look so fucking beautiful,” I whispered in her ear before we entered, and she gave me the weakest of smiles before we got inside.

  The room was full, save for three seats at the front. One for me, one for my dad, and one I’d explicitly told my secretary to keep empty for Evangeline. I wanted her right fucking next to me.

  “Gentlemen,” I greeted the crowd. “We’ll be joined by my PA for the day. Her name is Evangeline Lovell.”

  They looked at her suspiciously as we took our seats. She crossed her legs daintily right away, and I wondered what that plug was doing to her asshole.

  “She looks about twelve,” Lloyd piped up, but I shut him up with a single look.

  “She’s been very valuable for this whole merger,” I told him coolly after he looked down, looking embarrassed as fuck. “Evangeline was the one who found the travel cost discrepancies, and she’s came up with more useful ideas to use within the company. Do you want to tell them about it, Miss Lovell?”

  “Y-yes,” she stuttered, and her eyes were glazed over as she folded her arms on her lap and looked at the board.

  She explained what we’d talked about in my office slowly, but perfectly. It was making me so fucking proud to see her like that, talking about the issue and finding solutions as if it was so fucking easy. She was amazing. Once she was done, I could tell she’d won everyone over with her attitude and knowledge, not just me, but even Lloyd and the rest of the board.

  I leaned over to whisper in her ear once we were done.

  “Good girl,” I said softly, and she blushed as the meeting went on.

  I loved seeing her squirm for the next hour, the plug getting more and more uncomfortable inside her tight little ass. She looked good enough to eat, and I was planning on doing just that as soon as I got my hands on her again.

  During the meeting, the glass doors swung open and my father walked in, so obviously pissed it wasn’t even funny.

  “Hey-ho,” he said to the board, laughing to himself. “Sorry I’m late.”

  He made to take a seat, and furrowed his brows when he saw me at the head of the table with Evangeline to my right. She blushed deeply and looked away when his hands touched her shoulders.

  “What the fuck is this, then?” he asked. “A pretty fuckdoll in my seat, what a nice surprise. Is she for me? What a nice gift, son.”

  “Get your fucking hands off her,” I growled, and seeing her squirm made me so fucking angry I could’ve killed my father. “Hands. Fucking. Off.”

  Everyone in the room shuffled uncomfortably, and as if sensing a fight coming on, they started picking up their shit and getting ready to leave.

  “She’s in my seat, or at least you are,” my dad said drunkenly. “What the fuck’s a sex toy from Empire Sin doing here anyway?”

  Everything stood still, and then Evangeline jumped up nervously and tried to get past him. The investors were rushing out of the room, but a few stayed and stared with their mouths agape at the unfolding scene before them.

  I reached for my father and knocked him the fuck out so fast he fell backwards.

  “Don’t fucking touch her,” I growled at him, pulling Evangeline to my side. “She’s mine. Hands the fuck off.”

  He started laughing as he picked himself up from the floor, blood running down his face.

  “You forget yourself, boy,” he told me. “She’s property. And she can be fucking bought. She already was once.”

  Evangeline whimpered as he advanced on her, giving her a long, leering look.

  “I like them young, too,” he grinned at her. “Like father like son. Tell me, little babe, do you want to get away from him? I’ll set you free if you spend some time with me first…”

  “No,” she said firmly, and I pulled her closer. “I don’t want to.”

  He laughed harder at that. “So, you’ve messed with her long enough to convince her she wants you. Good job, son.”

  “I’m calling security,” I informed him coolly, motioning at my secretary to do just that. “If you fucking know what’s good for you, get the fuck out.”

  He raised his hands in the air, laughing out loud. “Alright, alright, I’m leaving. But, first…”

  He went back to Evangeline and she looked away nervously.

  “You can come with me, little babe,” he told her. “You can come with me if you want.”

  She stared at him, and finally shook her head.

  “Leave me alone,” she said. “I’m his.”

  I held her closer as my father laughed before stumbling out of the conference room.

  “You’ll regret it,” he threw back over his shoulder. “Like father like son, always remember that, little babe!”

  Twenty-Two

  Evangeline

  I spent the ride home cuddling close to him, sitting on his lap. He held me so tightly, it felt like a bruising kiss, and after a while, he pulled on my hair so I put my lips up, and he gave me just what I wanted.

  His hot lips against mine, massaging my mouth with his own and his tongue, claiming every bit of me I thought I had left to myself. I belonged to him now. My submission was complete, and I knew there was no going back. It made hot tears swell in my eyes and they slipped down my face, burning my cheeks on their way down.

  He didn’t ask what was wrong, and he didn’t wait for me to calm down.

  He pulled my dress up right there in the car, and made me straddle him on the backseat. I had to keep my plug in as he fucked me so fast I shivered. It wasn’t making love, it was pure, absolute use of my body and everything it had to offer him. He played with the plug while he fucked me, pushing it in and out and driving me so crazy I screamed his name into his neck as I bit down on his skin. It was almost too much, and by the time he’d thrust inside me five times, I’d already come.

  The sounds my pussy made were embarrassing, but I just ignored them and let him fuck me until he’d had his fill. I rode his cock without a care in the world, and for a single moment, I managed to forget about all the troubles in our lives, about my plan for revenge, about the need to hate him when another feeling for him was blossoming inside my chest.

  Carter didn’t say a word. Just fucked my pussy until I soaked his pants and his balls, and then came inside me with a loud grunt and a bruising chokehold on my throat. He left me panting and dripping all over his cock, and I spent the rest of the ride home curled up on top of him, sobbing softly against his chest. He comforted me with gentle sounds and his hands roaming my back. I wasn’t sure what it meant, and thinking about it all hurt too much, so I just let it go.

  He lifted me off his lap when we arrived, and I dripped cum all over his seats. He didn’t say a word, though, just took my hand and led me inside the house. When Carolina saw us, she didn’t say a word either. All it took was one look, and she scurried away. She knew something was wrong. I thought maybe I could confide in her later, but at the time, I was too shaken up to think about much else.

  We spent the rest of the day in his bed, and he fed me every meal we had. I curled up between the sheets and cried softly when he explained he’d have to be away for work the whole next day, just to fix the damage his father had created during the meeting that day. I felt sick knowing what his father was like. I’d spent my whole life thinking Carter Knight was a monster, but now that I’d seen where he came from, I knew there was so much more to his story. His father was a complete maniac.

  He pulled the plug out of my ass with a pop, and held me close when my body shook with another orgasm, just from having the instrument of torture and pleasure removed.

  I fell asleep in his arms, and I woke up completely alone, with the sheets cold beside me. He must’ve left hours ago.

  There was a long, empty day ahead of me, but I knew exactly what I had to do. It was finally time to put my plan for vengeance to rest.

  I’d been thinking about it for a while, and the fact I was going to have to let go of it was becoming increasingly obvious. I wasn’t sure about Carter’
s involvement in my father’s death anymore, but I needed to know for sure. I needed to look around his office again, and this time, I didn’t care whether he caught me.

  Either I’d find damning proof and want to leave anyway, because I could never hurt him, not with the feelings I’d developed for the man.

  Or I’d realize he was innocent… And I’d still have to leave, because the fact of the matter was, his company still ruined my family, and I could never be with a man whose business caused me to lose both parents and a beautiful childhood.

  I’d be forced to go back to Barron. He would make me, when he found out I’d snooped. I’d already decided never to tell Carter the whole story about my parents. I didn’t want him to know, and I didn’t want his opinion of me to change because of the truth. It was time to move on.

  My hands shook as I got dressed. Just a simple dress I knew he liked on me, because I wanted to look pretty for our goodbye. And I left my feet bare.

  I knew Carolina was busy downstairs, she had some chores to do as she’d told me the day before. So, I was free to do any kind of research I wanted, even though I was sure Carter would find out somehow anyway.

  I padded down the hallway into his study. His computer whizzed to life as I put my finger on the wireless mouse, and I chewed on my bottom lip nervously before I started to open some folders.

  Carter was very organized. Everything on his computer was put into neat order, and the files were arranged by years, beginning with the day he started work at the company. The year my father took his own life.

  I started going through the most recent files first, and what I saw worried me immensely.

  The company was going to go under if this wasn’t fixed.

  It wasn’t a problem of debt, even though there was some of that too. But what worried me more were all these investors pulling out, simply because they didn’t trust Carter could run his company as successfully as they thought his father had. But it was all a farce, and the more I read, the more I came to realize Carter was the only one holding the company together while his father did his very best to ruin it all.

  I avoided the folder with my father’s year of death, and slowly made my way into the past. I was in a folder from three years back when I saw a simple file called Carolina.

  My heart hurt at the sight of it, and I wondered what it was.

  Of course it would be her. Of course there was something there… I suspected as much from the moment I’d seen her, the way she interacted with Carter, the way he acted around her.

  I opened the file, which was a video. My heart pounded as I started to watch, and as soon as the first scene came into play, my blood froze.

  Carolina was sitting strapped to a chair, her face streaked with tears.

  Her scar was nowhere to be seen, and she looked painfully beautiful without it. So beautiful that jealousy bloomed in my chest, and felt like a stab to my stomach.

  She was crying so hard her whole body shook despite being tied to the chair with thick, rough-looking ropes. There was someone filming, and he didn’t make a sound as he advanced on her.

  He raised a knife in front of her eyes and I felt sick. I retched as he touched the knife to her body, ripping through the corset she was wearing. Her beautiful tits spilled out and the man chuckled as she struggled against her restraints. They were in an empty room with hardwood flooring and glass walls.

  I recognized it immediately as Carter’s office in his building, save for all the furniture.

  I really was going to be sick.

  But not before I finished watching.

  The man cut small lines all over Carolina’s body while the poor girl’s chest heaved. She didn’t make a fucking sound. Just sat there and took every cut he inflicted on her, her body covered in small droplets of blood, running down and dripping all over the beautiful floor.

  And then the man pressed his knife to her cheek. He was wearing black, expensive leather gloves.

  He cut into her face, and for the first time, Carolina screamed.

  And so did I.

  I watched him carve her face into the mess I knew today. I saw how the scar was born and I saw the man rip her beauty away from her, leaving a sobbing shell of a girl, rocking back and forth in her restraints, begging him to let her go.

  And then the video ended abruptly and I realized I’d been sobbing for several excruciatingly long minutes. There was a last slide in the video, and I read the text on it.

  Carolina Hernandez, bought on July 1st, 2014 for half a million. And Empire Sin’s logo right below.

  She was bought.

  Just like me.

  Carter had bought her and ruined her, just like he was going to do to me.

  And then he gave her the ultimate punishment, and made her work for him, under him, always reminded of what he’d done to her beautiful face. To the innocent girl she’d been.

  I covered my mouth with my palm and sobbed softly. I needed to get away. I needed to leave.

  I picked myself up, even though it seemed like an impossible task. I dug in Carter’s drawers until I found a wad of money in one of them, and then I ran downstairs.

  I saw Carolina’s back, and she turned to face me when she heard me approaching.

  Her scar was bright red from the blush on her cheeks. She was still so beautiful, but what Carter had done to her had undoubtedly ruined her life.

  “Miss Evangeline?” she asked worriedly, and I didn’t say a word.

  Instead, I bolted for the door.

  She yelled something after me but I didn’t hear a word of it.

  I just fucking ran.

  I ran past the gardens I’d never been into, down the driveway, through the gates that were left open by some miracle that worked in my favor. I ignored Carolina’s footsteps behind me and ran so much faster, as fast as I could possibly manage, until I was out on the street. The gravel was digging into my bare feet and I was totally out of breath, but I kept fucking running until I found a busy road.

  A ride, I needed a ride.

  I didn’t give a shit anymore. I stepped into the middle of the road and made a cab brake hard, ignored the driver yelling obscenities at me, and climbed into the car.

  “What the fuck?” he asked me. “Are you alright, miss?”

  “Drive,” I told him, flashing him the wad of money. “Just fucking drive.”

  He stepped on the gas, and I shut my eyes as I gave him the address.

  I want Daddy. I want my daddy. I just want Daddy.

  When we reached our destination, I practically jumped out of the still moving car, leaving the money on the seat. The driver yelled after me but I just kept running until I reached the gates.

  I pressed the bell and I waited and waited and waited until the gates opened. And then I ran inside, and practically collapsed at the front door of the house.

  When the door opened, I looked up through hazy eyes and I burst into tears.

  I want Daddy.

  Twenty-Three

  Carter

  Fixing my father’s mistakes was becoming a major part of my life, and I hated it with every part of my being.

  Being in that office, I felt cooped up and nervous as fuck. Talking to the investors, calming them down all day, and to have them still doubt me, drove me crazy. I wanted to strangle every single fucking one of them, and it took everything I had in me to keep my hands off their throats.

  I stayed there late, and when I was finally on my way back, I noticed I had several missed calls from the house. I just ignored them, figuring I’d deal with everything when I finally got home. Instead, I thought about sweet little Evangeline. The way she came on my cock the day before, the way she always begged for my cum so sweetly. She was fucking perfect, and she was making me break every single rule I’d ever adhered to. But the worst part about it was, I didn’t even regret it. I would’ve broken every single one of them if it meant keeping my Angel.

  My thoughts were filled with her as we drove back to the house. And
once I got out of the car, and saw Carolina waiting for me, my brows furrowed together in confusion.

  I called out for her, and as I came closer, I realized she’d been crying. This strange feeling in my chest made me catch my breath, and I barely managed to catch Carolina as she ran into my arms.

  “What’s wrong?” I barked at her, my heart lurching. It had to do with Evangeline, I just fucking knew it. “What fucking happened?”

  “She-she… She… Oh my God,” Carolina breathed through the tears, and I held her away from my body by her shoulders, shaking her.

  “What happened?” I demanded to know. “Tell me what the fuck happened, Carolina, or so fucking help me…”

  “She’s, she’s gone,” she hiccupped. “She ran away. I tried to go after her, I swear I did…”

  I just let her go, not giving a fuck when she swayed on her feet.

  I ran into the house like a madman. I tore the place apart looking for my sweet Angel, shouting all her names at the top of my voice.

  Not downstairs.

  Not in her room.

  Not in the cage.

  Not in the playroom.

  No.

  Fucking.

  Where.

  She really was gone.

  I found Carolina again, sitting in the kitchen and shaking so badly I thought she’d just topple over from the tremors. Any other day I would’ve given a fuck, but not when this had happened, not when my girl was possibly in trouble. I needed to know exactly what had happened, and I needed her to tell me right the fuck away.

  “Tell me,” I ordered her. “Catch your breath, calm the fuck down, and tell me what happened.”

  As it turns out, she didn’t know much. She just said she saw Angel come down the stairs and linger in the kitchen, her eyes wild and her face streaked with tears. And then she saw her run. Carolina said she went after her, trying to get one of the other servants to help, but she was too slow. By the time she reached the gate there was no trace of Evangeline.