Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 417

Chapter 417: 417- Wrong

(Trigger warning: Scenes of attempted ra*pe and vio*lence. I will try not to be too graphic, but the scenes might be disturbing for some people.)

Aniya froze when she felt his body pressing to her from behind, “That bitch never left us alone, huh. That insecure old granny is jealous of you.”

He had slowly started brushing the fingers of his other hand through her soft hair. Aniya tried to swallow the saliva, but it seemed she had forgotten how to do the simple act.

His body was pressing more and more into her, and she didn’t know what was poking her from behind. The steel plate was still in her hands.

“Talk to me, sweetheart,” he spoke huskily, “I need a reaction. A good one! I don’t enjoy fu*cking nonresponsive dolls…”

Aniya closed her eyes, and her grip on the steel plate grew. He was uttering more words and Aniya’s mind had stopped picking whatever he was saying. She kept gathering courage and then without warning she turned and hit the plate on his face with full force.

Alaric was not ready for this attack. Before he could understand anything, Aniya pushed him using her full force and tried to run outside the kitchen. She needed to go to her bedroom.

She was trying to climb the stairs, and, in her panic, she stumbled.

“Ouch!” she placed her palms on the floor and got up to steady herself. However, it was too late now.

Alaric had reached close to her and now was trying to drag her down the stairs.

“NO!” She resisted.

“You bitch!” he slapped hard across her face, “What do you think of yourself.”

It was a heavy slap, but this wasn’t the time to think of Alaric’s hands’ weight. She tried to push him away, but he grabbed her by her hair and wanted to pull her down the stairs.

When he saw she was equally fighting him, he pushed her hard. Aniya’s back hit the edge of the stairs, and she shrieked in pain.

Instead of pulling her up, the beast lay on top of her pressing her under him. Aniya underestimated him due to him being drunk.

She tried to push away his shoulders, but he was too heavy for her. With a smirk, Alaric took the opportunity, and his hungry mouth crashed over hers.

Aniya’s body froze in denial. He was ravishing her mouth, and she wasn’t able to do anything. The tears started running down her eyes and got absorbed in the wooden stair. His hand was moving boldly over her.

The moment his tongue entered her mouth, Aniya couldn’t take it anymore and she chewed it between her teeth with all her might.

A blood-curdling scream tore from his throat but Aniya didn’t leave it. She kept it gripped until she was satisfied.

When she released it, Alaric staggered to his feet, stumbling and groaning in agony.

Aniya tried to get up after clutching the banister tightly. Her back felt like a hardboard.

She couldn’t go back to her room. It wasn’t safe anymore.

She darted to the main door to get out of this cursed house. When she opened the door, she bumped into someone’s chest.

Holding the bridge of her nose she looked up and found the same restaurant creepy man standing there with a frown.

“Y…You?”

***

Placing a trembling hand on her chest, she crushed violently. She was gasping for air, desperately. Her chest heaved as she struggled to inhale, her face had gone pale and was damp with sweat.

“Do you have your inhaler with you?” the man asked her urgently. Aniya didn’t know what this restaurant guy was doing at her doorstep. She saw his sharp eyes scanning her for a bag or a purse. There was none.

He turned his gaze to the house where she had come from, then looked back at her, “Stay here,” he said firmly.

Turning to his driver, he barked, “Go inside and find her inhaler. Her room is upstairs… hurry!”

The driver hesitated only for a moment before dashing towards the house.

“Hang in there,” he murmured.

Aniya didn’t know what he was doing there. How did he know that her room was upstairs?

Who was he?

***

“Feeling better?” he asked her while looking straight ahead. They were sitting in the backseat of his moving car.

Aniya didn’t know where he was taking her. Her gut always warned her against this man but right now he was her savior.

When she didn’t answer, he twisted his neck to look at her, “I heard the noises coming out of the house, so I was about to break in. My driver told me that your father was injured, and blood was oozing out of his mouth when he went to fetch the inhaler.”

After listening to these gruesome details, Aniya’s body got tensed. Now she didn’t want to even hear about it.

“Who are you?” she ignored all his questions and responded with a sharp retort. This time her voice had curiosity than fear.

He tilted his head with a sly grin forming on his face, “I also asked you something. How about you answer me first.”

She didn’t respond this time. There was a heavy silence in the car. He didn’t try to probe further and handed her a wet cloth, “Wipe your mouth.”

“Hmm,” she asked him absentmindedly.

“I said wipe your mouth,” he pointed towards her lips, “there is dried blood.”

What?

Aniya quickly grabbed the cloth and wiped it hard over her lips. She raised it to her eye level and was shocked to see the red stains there.

Alaric’s blood.

Yuck! She wanted to gag.

“Easy!” he raised his hands and asked his driver to pull over the vehicle on the side of the road. She quickly got out of the car. Her stomach churned intensely and before she could stop herself, she doubled over, clutching her knees for support.

A retching sound escaped her as the contents of her stomach spilled onto the ground. Between bouts of vomiting, her breaths came in ragged gasps, leaving her weak.

She didn’t realize when he held her hand. She was too weak to remember such minor details. The only satisfaction was, she was safe from Alaric. This stranger seemed like a good guy who reached there to save her.

Now she knew she could trust him.

Oh, man! How wrong she was!