Entangled With The Cold-hearted CEO

AALIYAH:

"Harder!"

"Give it to me...ahh!"

"Disfigure me!!!" Marisol's scream resonated in my ears and the flowers in my hands nearly fell off.

What's going on? My boyfriend was having sex with my step-sister!! I stood by the door, watching them, unable to even breathe.

They were still banging in ecstasy, so caught up in their own lusts, like the world was invisible to them. She moaned loudly as he buried his c*ck deeply into her, her legs dangling over his shoulder.

"Carlos!!!" I screamed hotly, unable to watch this anymore. Tears began to slide down my face,uncontrollably.

Carlos gasped, pushing Marisol off him. She nearly fell off the bed. Her eyes were wide with shock, but there was no guilt on her face. She seemed to be enjoying my discomfort.

"Way to ruin the fun time, you party pooper!" She scoffed, covering herself with the duvet.

"What is wrong with you? How could you do this to me? After everything I did for you?!" I sobbed, tears burning my eyelids.

Carlos steely eyes met mine, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. Then, he and Marisol burst out laughing.

"Look at her face." Marisol laughed louder, walking closer to me, the duvet wrapped around her slender frame. She snatched the flowers from me and threw it carelessly on the floor. "What were you exactly expecting? You think he loves you?

"Why..." was all I could utter. "Why?"

I left my sick sister at home with my best friend because I wanted to wish him a happy birthday, very early– only to see this. I wish I didn't even bother coming. I should've stayed at home with Claire.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I sobbed, filled with regrets.

She hissed loudly."Oh don't be a crybaby, Aaliyah. He's in love with me, okay? There's nothing you can do to change that fact. Besides, don't cause a scene, okay? You'll only end up embarrassing yourself. Can't you see how happy he is with me? Goodness, you're so dumb. Do you know we've been seeing each other for a whole year? Do you even know we're planning on getting married, Next month? We're engaged!" She showed off a ring and my eyes widened impossibly.

No! No! this isn't real. Carlos would never betray me like this. How could he do this to me? Why would he do this? Throw our three-year relationship into the trash? A year?? They've been seeing each other for a year?

"But why him? Why Carlos?" I screamed hoarsely, tears blurring my vision. "Aren't there other guys to snag??"

"Shut up, bitch. He was never yours in the first place. I deserve a rich handsome guy too! He loves me and that alone is important. Dating you for three years? You should feel ashamed. We met a year ago and he proposed to me already!" she laughed happily. "Gosh. I'm so happy."

Of course, she'd be happy. She has no idea what pain and betrayal feels like because she's been doing a lot of dishing out, lately.

"Just know this is just the start. I've always wanted to see who my ''weedle' sister was seeing. Who she was so smitten with. And he's gorgeous as fuck, sis." She smirked, pulling the gift bag from my grip.

Now, she pulled it open, emptying the contents ruthlessly. A gold chain fell out, its perfection gleaming. She stepped on it with disdain. "Cheap!" She spat.

I felt so pissed! I had spent half of my savings to get him that. How dare she? I pushed her away immediately, sending her nearly crashing into the floor. I knelt down to pick up my gifts, my face burning with embarrassment.

"You fúcking bitch! Don't you ever do this again! You don't know what I went through to get this!!" I screamed, picking the gold chain. As I was about to reach for the flowers, she stepped on my hands and I bit back a scream.

I looked up, blurry eyed to see the evil smirk in her face. "You're exactly where you belong, Aaliyah. On the floor. You're a nobody." she walked away to the mirror propped on the wall to obsessively examine her reflection.

I finally scrambled to my feet , moving to Carlos, who is seated on the bed watching us with an amused expression. It's as if he was expecting a fight, ready to watch us ladies pull each other's hair.

"Carlos.... What have I ever done to you?" I begged, rubbing my teary eyes. "Don't do this to me, please. Why are you doing this to me?"

"Let's be real, I did like you but. . After the abortion, c'mon. You know I can't love a woman who's barren."

"Shut the fuck up! I did that abortion for you and it damaged my womb. You said you weren't ready to have a child, so you made me do it over and over and over! Three times!"I screamed hatefully, unable to control my rage.

"And I can't marry a used, soiled woman either!" He shot back, aggressively. "You can't blame me for wanting to be a father! Besides, you're so unattractive. Our sex has never been impressive anyway. It's bland and boring, just like you. Look at your step-sister. She's an epitome of beauty! What's there not to like?"

I gasped, stunned by the utter hatred in those black eyes. He looked so vicious that I got so angry immediately. Father? How dare he say that? When he forced me to abort them, he didn't want to be a Father, right?

"You're going to be the worst father!! You're a fucking bastard! Your children are going to hate you– that is if you have any–"the words weren't even out of my mouth when he smacked me hard on my face.

I shrieked, recoiling in fright. The impact was so devastating that I slammed hard on the cold floor in tears. My lips burst and warm blood filled my mouth.

Carlos... just hit me?!

He just stood there, huffing angrily. I had whitened as if I just saw a ghost wave at me. Everything was spinning painfully. I've never felt so worthless. So hated.

Then he stormed out of the room, leaving me with Marisol.

"Besides, we know why you wanted him,"she whispered from behind.

"What do you mean?" I choked.

"Your sister's surgery. You need someone to pay off because you know you'll never get a dime from me and my mother." Marisol said bitterly, causing my tears to increase.

Oh goodness! I haven't forgotten about Claire, my baby sister. She's all I have.

I still can't believe this. He's betrayed me in the worst possible way. Pain ravaged my heart, as if a thousand knives twisted within me.

"You'll regret this," I whispered, my voice trembling with anguish. "You'll regret hurting me like this! I swear!"

I left the house unable to take their shits anymore. I boarded a cab, misery still filling my soul. I need to get a grip and go home. I need to think. Oh God!

Afterwards, I reached my apartment.

I rushed through the front door, tears streaming down my face as I replayed everything in my mind.

But as I entered our living room, my world came crashing down around me once again.

My sister Claire lay on the couch, her body limp and still. She was so still motionless that my heart thumped sickeningly.

Where's Rita? She was supposed to take care of Claire and call me if anything happened!! Oh God!

Her nose was bloodied, and her chest wasn't moving...

No!

Oh no... this isn't happening. Not again!!

"Claire! Oh God, Claire!" I screamed, rushing to her side. I shook her gently, begging her to wake up. "Please, Claire, don't leave me! Don't leave me!"

But she didn't respond. She didn't move. She just lay there, her eyes closed, her skin pale.

I felt a wave of panic wash over me as I realized she wasn't breathing. I'd seen her struggle with her brain tumor for months, but I never thought it would take her from me like this. She's dead. God!

"Please.. Claire!!" I screamed, hot tears sliding down my cheeks.

I grabbed my phone and dialed 911, my hands shaking as I tried to explain the situation to the operator. But all I could manage to get out was "My sister... she's not breathing... Please help me!"

As I waited for the ambulance to arrive, I held Claire's lifeless body in my arms, rocking her back and forth as I whispered desperate pleas for her to come back to me. My heart kept tightening with dread and I'm trying so hard to resist the urge to scream out. I need to be strong for her.

Please don't die!