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Capítulo 5: His Return

The original story described Raphael Ashter as a crazy and obsessive tyrant who liked to abuse his younger sister while pretending to be overprotective of her in front of others. And while the readers were appalled by both Raphael's cruelty and their father's averted gaze, no one could deny that such abysmal treatment turned Rosalie into the only villainess in the entire story with whom the readers could sincerely sympathize.

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"While it was obvious that Raphael was obsessed with his younger sister, only a few readers could really understand why. He was sexually attracted to her. And the constant abuse that he was afflicting on Rosalie was stemming from his anger and frustration – he could not have her the way he wanted to, while other men could, and it was torturing him."

Rosalie recalled all the comments that people had left on the novel's page, discussing all the possible things that Raphael could do to his sister, and it made her blood run cold. The readers' imagination sure ran wild, but Raphael was one of the cruelest characters in the entire novel, thus, the girl figured that she should probably prepare herself for any kind of abuse with Raphael's imminent return.

'I'm so scared... My heart is about to explode.'

Lady Ashter checked her reflection in the vanity mirror, then looked out of the window, hugging her bony knees while sitting on the broad windowsill, noticing the dark night sky, generously beaded by the tiny sparkles of the stars, and let out a long, tired sigh. She was hoping that the growing dread of anticipation would slow down the flow of time like it usually did, but that did not happen – the night approached almost unfathomably, and it was only a matter of hours before Raphael would knock on his sister's door.

"My Lady, the bath has been prepared."

Aurora invited Rosalie to the bathroom with a rather mournful expression on her pale face. The room greeted the girl with a strong, almost sickening scent of Jasmine mixed with the hot steam and fumes from the perfumed bathroom water, and every time she took a breath, her lungs would tighten, and her head would spin from the rising feeling of uncontrollable nausea.

'I have been taking baths every single day here, but this is a whole new level of odor. It is even more suffocating than both the corset and Rosalie's father's company combined. Just why in the world does it have to be Jasmine?'

With a somewhat disgruntled grimace, Lady Ashter took her clothes off and immersed under the hot water, mixed with the white Jasmine petals, in a wide rectangular bathtub surrounded by candles and stools, intended for the maids.

"Is the water okay, My Lady? Not too hot?"

Rosalie was so busy thinking about her impending encounter with Raphael that she did not even realize that the water was indeed way too hot, as the fresh scar on her right palm was now stinging almost unbearably. But the temperature of the water was not really important, and the girl only ended up shaking her head and going even deeper, the fragrant water nearly covering half of her face.

'I wonder if Rosalie ever thought about drowning herself in here. The bathtub is surely large enough to do that.'

She wiped her entire face with her wet hands as if in an attempt to get rid of such ridiculous thoughts and let out another tired sigh.

'No, she was in love with Damien to the point where she was ready to give up her soul just to be with him. I have to be just as strong and endure everything. This life now belongs to me and I will be sure to save it no matter what.'

Rosalie slid her left thumb over the scar on her right palm and closed her eyes.

'There is no way back anymore. If only I woke up in this body a little bit earlier... No, truthfully, I would have preferred never waking up here in the first place.'

"Lady Rosalie, it looks like you have lost even more weight. Are you still feeling sick? Would you like me to ask the Head Butler to get a physician or a Priest?"

Aurora touched her lady's thin upper arm with her big rough hand and Rosalie noticed how easily the maid's fingers could wrap around it; the girl's body was so thin, it was not surprising that she appeared sick to others.

But Lady Ashter could only shake her head in response.

"No need. Father will be annoyed, calling either a physician or a Priest costs a lot, he would not bother to spend that much for my sake."

"But My Lady..."

Aurora's distress was understandable but she could not argue with the fact that Rosalie was right – Lady Rosalie Ashter had a limited budget allocated to her on a monthly basis, and she was only allowed to request additional funds in case of extreme necessity, and poor appetite was not regarded as such.

'According to the book, Rosalie liked sweets, especially chocolate, but Raphael never allowed her to have any because he liked her skinny body. Every time he would notice that she gained weight, physical punishment was inevitable, thus, Rosalie ended up developing a severe eating disorder and was genuinely scared of eating anything that might alter her appearance.'

Rosalie watched as her maid was folding a small, white, soft towel in her hands, preparing to start washing her body. She then walked up to the girl, went down on her knees, leaning over the bathtub, and said rather seriously,

"Lady Rosalie, please straighten up a little, I will now start washing your body."

"No need. I will do it."

Both Aurora and Rosalie winced and turned around to the sound of a low male voice, widening their eyes in utter bewilderment as they recognized its owner.

"Hello, my dear Rosalie. I came as soon as I returned from my trip. Did you miss me?"


Capítulo 6: Cold Skin, Hot Tears

The chapter contains indications of sexual abuse, please read at your own discretion. 

It would have been impossible to not recognize him – tall, slim, dignified posture, strong shoulders and broad chest; brown hair that shone with gold every time it would meet any source of light, smooth, porcelain skin, emanating a healthy, although slightly tired glow, sensual lips, chapped, perhaps from light dehydration, and sharp grey eyes, the trait shared by both Rosalie and Ian Ashter.

Raphael Ashter was a spitting image of his mother. And one would probably justly title him the female version of Rosalie. And just like his sister, he had broken many hearts, secretly flaring up his relentless yearning for her.

"Leave the room and don't come back until told otherwise."

The man gestured for the maid to exit the room but Aurora was reluctant to leave. She carefully looked at Rosalie, her face distorted by the mixture of fright and anxiety. There was no use to hesitate any longer, if Aurora did not leave when ordered to, she would get severely punished as well, and Lady Ashter did not want that. Thus, she offered her maid a slight encouraging nod and quickly shifted her gaze back to the wall, avoiding direct eye contact with her brother.

Raphael watched Aurora leave the room, and when she finally closed the heavy bathroom door behind her, he looked at the girl quietly sitting in the bathtub, slowly walked up to her, sat down on one of the wooden stools, and leaned closer to Rosalie's naked body, generously inhaling its scent.

"As always, you wear this scent best, Rosalie."

Raphael's presence was making her extremely uncomfortable; she fidgeted with her hands for a few moments, then crossed her arms in front of her chest, trying to cover as much of her body as possible, which seemed to have made Raphael rather angry. He grabbed his sister by the wrists and pulled her arms away from her body, his handsome face disgruntled with rage.

"What are you doing? Is there something on your body that you are trying to hide? Why? Did someone touch you while I was gone?!"

He pulled his sister's upper body even closer to him, then looked her right in the eyes, his gaze burning with madness, and hissed like a venomous snake,

"Was it that moron William Amado?"

Not giving Rosalie a chance to reply, Raphael pressed his large hand on top of the girl's head and pushed her down under the water, watching her struggle like a drowning animal, desperately fighting for a chance to live. At last, when it was beginning to look like the girl was ready to give up, he roughly pulled her up, still clenching her hair between his fingers, then inserted his free hand under the water, and Rosalie felt it brush over the inside of her thighs and crotch, before finally going inside her, making her flinch as if hit by a lightning bolt, and widen her eyes, stunned by her brother's blunt action.

With his hand still touching in between her legs, Raphael smiled rather slyly and said in a hoarse whisper, his lips almost touching her ear,

"If I find out that you let someone touch you, I will kill you, Rosalie."

Lady Ashter felt her whole body tremble in unfathomable fear. She knew that Rosalie still had a virgin body but her brother's mad behavior, even his mere words, was shaking her up to her core.

Satisfied with the result of his "inspection", the man hugged his sister's body and took her into his broad, strong arms, getting her out of the bathtub. He then wrapped a large soft towel around her still-trembling body, lifted her as if she was weightless, almost marched out of the bathroom, and carefully placed her on her bed, positioning his own body right next to her, and embracing her in his arms once again, now gently, while stroking her naked back and pressing her forehead to his heaving chest.

Rosalie could feel his heart beat like a drum, while his skin, tightly pressed to her own, was burning hot, whereas her own skin was as cold as ice. Raphael was getting excited and it was making her shiver in utter disgust.

Without even realizing it, the girl's cheeks turned wet with hot, salty tears, spreading their burning dampness onto Raphael's exposed skin. The man gently pulled her head up, their faces now almost touching, placed the back of his left hand on top of Rosalie's soft cheek and offered her a somewhat kind, even affectionate smile.

But his sister's uncontrollable dismay was not that easily erased, thus, as if having anticipated that kind of behavior, or perhaps simply having gotten used to it, Raphael planted a gentle kiss on top of the girl's forehead, and whispered, his lips brushing over the girl's smooth skin,

"Shh, don't cry, my dear Rosalie. I know you are scared, but I will take care of everything. I will take care of that insect William Amado, he will never touch you."

He then moved slightly down, kissing her still-crying eyes, and continued, his hot breath leaving a damp sensation on Rosalie's closed eyelids,

"As long as you behave, I will always be on your side, Rosalie. I will shield and protect you from everyone and everything. As long as you listen to me. Understand?"

Rosalie's mind was completely blank. It was one thing to read about Raphael's sick interactions with his sister in the novel, but now that she was directly experiencing it, she could not help wanting to simply disappear. She was afraid. She was genuinely frightened. And there was no escape.

All of a sudden, the girl felt Raphael's strong grip on her chin – he lifted her face once again and looked into her sparkling eyes, his lips still curled into a cunning grin,

"Now, I have been away for almost two weeks. Did not you miss me?"

Rosalie nodded quietly, afraid to utter a single word, but her brother was happy even with that.

"Good. I missed you like crazy."

Still holding his sister's face by the chin with one hand, he grabbed Rosalie's hand with the other, and carefully placed it on top of his crotch, rubbing it all over his privates, forcing her to feel his excitement against her will. And then, Raphael pressed his hot lips to his sister's ear, bit her earlobe rather playfully, and commanded,

"Go on, Rosalie. Show me how badly you missed me. I will not leave this room until I am convinced."


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