Night of the incident
Miley's POV
I'm feeling unwell; I knew I should not have trusted her so-called peace offering, even if she's my sister; I've always known that woman never cared for me. Moreover, I need to get out of here.
Today is my 19th birthday, my boyfriend and I had other plans, but my sister suggested that I attend this event hosted
the Pierce family, one of the most powerful families we deal with, and also the family of Julian, my boyfriend.
I'm now trying in vain to leave this room full of people, I've got an inkling of Audrey's ploy. She handed me a drink with more liquor than she claimed, knowing that I couldn't handle it well, expecting me to cause a scene for her and her friend's amusement — that's always been her way.
The only thing I could think of was heading to the courtyard, but it turned out to be the worst decision.
"Why are you still with that idiot? You lost the bet! My parents do nothing but say that you two will soon get engaged," that is Audrey's voice; she sounded really upset; I thought about going over there and confronting her, but...
"Darling, Calm down even if I lost the bet, I still want to have fun with that fool! And didn't you say you wanted to see her humiliated? What better opportunity than this?" That's Julian, my boyfriend—are he and my sister lovers? The liquor is playing tricks on me.
" So you swear you don't like her? Swear that you will follow through with the plan, use her, and then throw her away, swear it".
This was their plan all along, for me to fall for him?...they have been mocking me!
Julian: "I swear it's just another bet; this week will be epic; we'll get payback on my bastard uncle, and by this time tomorrow, which so happens to be our anniversary, Miley is going to suffer the ultimate disappointment — their triumphal laughter fills me with rage.
"you filthy rat, Julian Pierce" — they both start, likely not anticipating getting caught.
Logan: " Miley what are you doing here?"
" What am I doing here? Finding out what kind of scum you two are." He tried to touch me, claiming confusion— does he really think I'm that dimwitted? I kicked him where it hurts most, I've never trusted guys, and I never should have believed in him.
"Go to hell, you damn liar, the both of you go to hell!"— I left there immediately, my head was bursting, and now I feel even worse, all because of that treacherous pair.
"Audrey and I are not really siblings; I'm just her cousin; my aunt and uncle took pity on my mother and me when my father left us, that's all.
I don't want to stay a second longer, but I can't seem to find the exit; lots of thoughts come flooding my mind, and I end up throwing up in the corner.
"Hey, are you okay? what's wrong with you?"— I can't make out who's speaking to me now, let alone see their face; my head pounds desperately; I need rest.
"Oh dear, you must have drunk a lot, come lie down in one of the bedrooms",— I tried to break free from this person, to tell them I would go home, but I couldn't stop them from dragging me along what seems to be one of the long corridors of this enormous mansion.
I managed to break free and enter the first room I found; I can't trust anyone now; it's possible that they are in league with that pair.
I collapsed onto the floor; my head was about to explode, my hands trembling, and I felt the room becoming increasingly stifling for me, I hastily loosened the zipper of my dress a bit, not removing it, just needing to breathe.
I wiped away the tears starting to form, trash like that doesn't deserve anything.
" I hate you, you wretched bastard!".
Logan's POV
I'm trying to sleep after some tart threw herself at me by the door. I'm fed up with these types of women and men who don't get that I just want to be left alone.
I'll kill anyone who dares to bother me again, they disgust me. I'm so furious, and the worst part is that I can't think straight; I'm still itching to strangle that wretch. I loathe these easy and opportunistic ladies, trying to use any excuse to get what they want.
what is this damned unease? My body feels strange as if it's not my own; this reaction is uncommon, similar to when...
impossible! Has someone dared to drug me? But when? At this party, I touched nothing, only drank water from my room.
If I factor in the body's troubles with the scent engulfing the room, damn it!
" I hate you, you wretched bastard!" Whose voice is that? I turn in bed and what a surprise — there's someone here, a lady? How dare she, the audacity!
She must be responsible for drugging me, saying she hates me? I'll show her her place, I'll kill her with my own hands.
l get up with the intent of snapping her neck.
She seemed shocked to see me rise—did she think she could knock me out with something like that?
"S... Sir Pierce!" her voice shaky and nervous, apparently this whore is in my employ
Miley's POV
seeing this man here snaps me back to reality, is this room prepared for Julian's uncle, Mr Logan Pierce? I need to leave.
This man is the most fearsome and terrifying CEO I've ever seen. To offend him is a death sentence, and if by some fluke you survive, you will never show your face in society again.
I tried to leave but failed, his grip on my wrist was too strong.
"How dare you try to drug me and provoke me with a filthy mindset?"— what is he talking about? he's been drugged and he thinks it's me? what filthy intentions? he's furious, I can see it. he's going to kill me.
it's ... it's a misunderstanding...sir, I didn't do anything...I didn't drug you"— I can barely speak, as he attempts to strangle me.
"Please... let go."
Logan's POV
Does She think I'm a fool? I can recognize a whore when I see one!
Damn it, I thought I could fight this off, but I've hit breaking point; I can't believe I, Logan Pierce, am being dragged down like this.
My eyes started wandering over her body and abdomen without realizing it, the sharp rises and falls off her chest as she struggled to breathe, her eyes glistening and her mouth slightly open.
Hearing her last plea, my hands draw back from her neck. She coughs a couple of times, and in a swift movement, I tear off her annoying dress — it's just the drugs but this lady is incredibly sexy.
Miley's POV
I was released, but he wrecked my dress. I had to get out of there, but I didn't make it— I was pushed hard against the door, and my back ached, but what confused me next was his kiss. it felt like being engulfed, consumed by all his savageness. I fought as hard as I could, rapidly losing strength; at this rate, the drugs were at work.
I begged Him to let me go, his hands roaming my body. I didn't want my first experience to be this way, but he was resolute in his disregard. He tossed me onto the bed.
No matter how much I struggled or pleaded he didn't listen. my whole body ached; I couldn't stop crying or move beneath him. I gave up trying to escape or ask for release— it meant nothing to him, even if he ended up killing me in his pursuit of pleasure. I can't remember the moment I lost consciousness, only that upon waking up, my hell began a new.