My Life with the CEO

I'm Rachel 2

This is a dark side of Rachel's past. There are some parts that are not humane, if not deigned please skip.

The incident here is just the author's imagination simply summarizes the amount of criminal news that occurs around us.

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I'm Rachel Willitgthon. He is the son of Bill Willingthon and Isabella Doris.

My brother Agatha Willingthon and Bertha Willingthon.

I was ten years from my first brother and eight years from my second brother. I am the prettiest of my two sisters, probably because I am the youngest and most cheerful.

My childhood was very happy, mommy took care of us lovingly, I was always pampered by them. This house is filled with laughter. Daddy rarely hangs out with us because he's not busy with work that I don't understand. But he always took the time to get together with us every weekend.

But all that ended when Agatha was fifteen.

He no longer wants to play with us. He's always alone. His face was always pale and his eyes were always swollen. I don't understand what's going on, because if I asked in just crying, when I asked her to play she'd throw me away, get angry, yell and scream hysterically. I was afraid to approach him. Slowly I began to avoid it even though I missed it so much and admired it.

Bertha said it was Agatha's puberty or sometimes she said Agatha was stressed because of the increasing school education. I don't know, I think Agatha is the smartest student. Yes the three of us were the smartest kids in the class, because dad always provided the thutor who would guide our learning.

Dad said, be the smartest so you can conquer the world under your feet.

Two years later when Bertha was fifteen, her last cheerful smile was on her birthday. After that the next day Bertha I found swollen eyes. And the days that followed Bertha were not like Agatha.

I don't understand what happened to my two brothers. All I know is that I am lonely. They both stayed away and were like strangers. When I asked mommy why they changed, "mommy said they were in their teens and broke up. All teenagers are like that."

But, everything never changes. When I was ten years old I could see clearly that Agatha and Bertha were very afraid of daddy. I'm surprised, to me daddy's amazing. Every month he gave me new toys and beautiful things for my brothers. Even daddy often invites them to take turns to follow him abroad. I envy that. Daddy didn't want to take me out of town. Only once did we get around Europe on a cruise.

Daddy looked once more indulgent to Agatha and Bertha. Amazingly Agatha and Bertha had obtained permission and dared to drive their respective cars since the age of fifteen. Too young to get a driving permit, right?

Mommy's? He always spent time with charity either from the socialite environment or from the church environment. Back then when I was little to me mommy was an angel. Beautiful, gentle, kind hearted and loyal wife are also obedient to daddy. My dream I want to be like a mommy later.Not infrequently I follow him in every charity event. I love it because I get to meet a lot of kids like me.

That's where I met Andrew. I was only ten years old then. I saw little Andrew with a gloomy face. His gloomy face was so attractive to me. That gloomy face was incredibly handsome. He was there to replace his mother received the award as the biggest donor, at that time Andrew's mother was dead. There is no smile. His eyes were cold and only one word came out of his mouth, "thankyou." Even though it was just from that one word, his voice ringing continuously in my ears perched firmly in my heart, accompanying my bicycle for many years. It was always present in my dreams and dreams.

I found out where Andrew was at school and secretly I often asked the driver who drove me and picked me up to pass through Andrew's house or residence. I want to see him again.

And it worked, a few times I saw him. Even though we don't know each other but I know him. It was enough to look at him from a distance.

I studied harder because I wanted to catch up with her and one school with her. I take care of my body and my mind and even my feelings are only for Andrew. Only him. She was first in love and would be the first person I gave up my body, soul and body.

💗 I love you Andrew 💗

Carve me in my diary.

The A💗R symbol always adorns the corners of my books, inviting questions for every friend in school. But I only replied with a smile, that is the secret of my heart.

Five years later, right when I was fifteen. A simple party at home with family members as well as servants and bodyguards adorned with my ripple laughter was my last cheerful laugh. Just like what happened to my brothers. I finally understood why the cheerful faces had vanished from them.

That night on my birthday. Daddy came into the room and gave me a glass of red wine. This was the first time daddy allowed me to drink alcohol. And the first glass he poured also gave it to me. Of course I was happy to receive the alcohol, I happily drank it up while repeatedly hugging the daddy and saying thank you.

"Thankyou daddy, you are the best dad in the world. I love you daddy." I even still remembered that sentence clearly before taking a sip and finishing that red wine. This is a sign that I will grow up, although legally the age of twenty-one years is a permit given by the government to consume alcohol.

My body next felt hot. I squirm and complain of heat, daddy helps overcome the heat in my body by stripping my clothes without me being able to refuse. And, heh. daddy stole everything I saved for Andrew, my first kiss, my first touch, a squeeze, a sigh even my virginity. All gone and gone are fettered by daddy, my real father.

When I woke up in the morning I was crying and screaming hysterically. My reaction was much worse than Agatha and Bertha. Now I know why they changed at the age of fifteen. It's all because of daddy. My depraved father. People I admire, my idols and people I respect.

My sharp nails I immerse in the skin of his body that lies firmly lying naked beside me. Even though I was weak last night but I still remember what happened clearly and it makes me nauseous. I hate you, I don't even want to call you daddy anymore, I don't want to admit you daddy anymore! I would love to skin her skin with my well-groomed nails.

What happened was beyond my expectations, instead of him regretting it and kneeling down to beg for mercy. The nails of mine that scratched his body instead made him laugh defiantly. Disgust! Furthermore he even grabbed the blanket that covered my body and pinched me violently. He held my hands and feet with his large body. I was helpless, had no strength to rebel and even saved myself.

Still I remember the look of his lust as he chuckled he said, "good you're sober, now I'm going to introduce you to the world of adults. I'll teach you to fuck well. How you're gonna get a guy to bend his knee to you. Rachel remember, you are mine. Your whole life you've been my woman!" said daddy with a pressing voice.

And back he did it to me. He tied my hands and feet, even stuffing my mouth. He turned my back and said various poses that can make a man tahkluk. Pose he likes. And he did it over and over again until I fainted.

When I came to, my body was clean and wearing my favorite negligee. My body hurts all, my bones crumble. My femininity area feels sore. Mommy was by my side and smiling sweetly. He gave me a medicine. "Drink this vitamin dear to your health."

I cried and told her everything. I complained to my mother. But he just kept quiet. He didn't even shed a tear for me. She simply said in her soft voice, "daddy did it out of love and affection for you. We all belong to daddy."

His words shocked me. I didn't think mommy wouldn't even defend me. I was hit with the swmua that happened. I limped into Agatha's room to complain, but all I got was a sharp glance and indifference. He doesn't even care. When I asked him why he didn't warn me and let me go before this happened, he indifferently said, "you must taste the same bitter pill as me."

I was angry and I cursed him. But he even laughed mockingly at me, "This won't be the last. He will come to haunt you at all times. Hahahaha at least I can rest for a month." I was disgusted by my brother's laughter. The person I always admired and missed never thought of me. Worse as I was about to get out of her room she said again, "Rachel, learn to enjoy it. Afterall its so good."

I hated it too. Things that were not much different happened when I asked Bertha. He just smiled softly she said, "we belong to daddy. Daddy did it all because he loved us." I widened my eyes, she said the same thing as mommy. How could they all go crazy!

I was alone and crying. No one can be where I complain. They're all crazy. And true according to the words of Agatha. For a week I was tormented by my father's depraved lust. Whether by taking stimulant drugs or in a conscious state I have to serve the torment of his. My yelling and swearing are in vain, it just makes him more lustful. I finally shut up like a doll.

Since then, we have had our own weekly schedule. Every week the four of us took turns serving my father. Mommy still has her rations. And I'm still surprised, actually what mommy's heart is made of, how a woman even a mother can be so cruel and heartless. He who was supposed to save us from the old man's depraved lust, was precisely he who seemed to thrust us at him.

Mommy always wakes up in the morning with a cheerful and gentle smile. Giving us a turn of vitamins the last I knew was the kb pill. Every month he buys us lingerie, sex costumes, perfumes and all sorts of things that smell like sex. Imagine she is my mother! The woman who gave birth to me made me ****** for my own father. My family is completely immoral!!!

I have no allies to rebel. I hate them all. Because of them I was no longer able to meet Andrew, I no longer felt worthy of him. I'm dirty and smell comberan. My first love ran aground at the age of fifteen. And of course I became a heartless person in school. I vented all my anger on hatred and made my fellow peer slaves. Money and hatred make me ruler.

Daddy married Agatha to a forty-year-old businesswoman, when Agatha was twenty-seven. The man was a one-child widower who was still quite handsome. Agatha's husband's son was a cute little girl.

A few months before the wedding, Agatha had to serve her depraved daddy's lust over and over and daddy even forbade mommy to give him the pill long before the wedding was held. Daddy said, "born a boy for me. Don't be useless like your mother. A boy who can carry on the power of our descendants and hold the family fortune. I'll give you stock if I conceive my son."

At that time I understood, why mommy was silent with the treatment of daddy to us. For years daddy often insulted mommy for not being able to give birth to a boy for her. The child who will carry on the family lineage and wealth. Even grandfathers and uncles often insult daddy about it.

I wonder, not men who bear the XdanY gene while women only carry the X gene. why should women be blamed when they can not give birth to a boy? Hey, it's your fault, too, old man!

Just before the wedding day Agatha was already positively pregnant with daddy's child. Daddy was happy and blasphemed Agatha with various gifts. A few months later the results of the ultrasound stated that the baby she was carrying was a baby boy. Agatha brought the glad tidings to daddy, who was greeted with joy. Once the baby was born, shares were given in the name of Agatha's son. Agatha gets love from daddy and her husband for giving birth to a healthy baby boy.

After Agatha died, daddy often forced us to have three body relations. I just found out when Bertha and Agatha used to do it with daddy a lot. I was the only one serving daddy alone. With stimulant drugs always mixed into my drink, me and Bertha serve daddy like an *******.

We sighed and screamed like his crazy desires. We wear various kinds of costumes to satisfy his depraved lust. I want to run away from this vicious circle but my legs are fixed and my hands are tied.

Shortly thereafter Bertha was to marry a Prosecutor General who was also about forty years old. Kali in Bertha was lucky, because the prosecutor had never been married and seemed to love Bertha very much. The drawback is only physical. Bertha's husband-to-be was a short-bodied man with a distended stomach and a slightly bald head, but still had charisma through his smile and his sneaky eyes.

Daddy chose the prosecutor to help him escape the various legal cases that ensnare the company. And just like Agatha, daddy spent a lot of time with her before Bertha got married. Bertha's marriage freaked me out. At eighteen years old I will be alone in the Mansion and serve daddy.

Bertha was pregnant with a daddy's child, unfortunately Bertha's first child was a woman.

She cried because she couldn't give daddy a boy. At that time I just realized Bertha had really gone crazy for falling in love with daddy.

Mommy ah's... You know what Mommy said?

"Look Bertha you can still do it, every month during the fertile period, stay here and serve daddy." Helloooo.. imagine! that woman was the mother who gave birth to us! You see how I was formed by this immoral family?! Blame it if I end up being greedy for honor and power?! I hate my family, I hate my life and this world. But I still didn't have the courage to end my life. Cowardly right?!

And Bertha did it exactly as mommy said. He came in the Mansion for a week every month and served daddy. They fuck like lovers. Why do I still call it daddy. He doesn't deserve to be called that. He's not a father!

After a few months, Bertha became pregnant. This time it was a boy. Bertha was so happy. She cried happily while hugging the man. Her husband? Hahahahha the foolish man Bertha's husband proudly and arrogantly announced to the world Bertha's pregnancy and once the baby boy was born, the foolish man partied welcoming him. And as promised, the father gave the company shares to the boy.

Now it's Rachel Willingthon. On one occasion at a party among business people I finally met Andrew, the first love that had dominated my heart since childhood. My heart was beating hard, I nervously looked at him. At that time I realized that I still miss and want it.

Confidently I approached Andrew and asked him to meet, I thought he was alone at the time. I convinced myself that with my beauty and beauty as well as my intelligence, Andrew would be easily subjugated. But a beautiful black haired woman came to us. She was Andrew's girlfriend. Andrew's first love. Heart's crushed. My waiting, my thoughts and hopes seemed to be dashed with the breath I let out.

I want to feel like I'm clawing, I'm snapping, I'm beating and I'm eliminating the woman who hugged and kissed Andrew. My eyes looked at their affection like flashes of lightning. If I were a member of the x-men, I would have wiped that woman with a lazer ray from my eyes and I pulled Andrew with a wave of my mind.

Dad seems to know that. He whispered to me, "you like that guy? you wanted it? Then I'll give him to you. Just say yes daddy."

I turned and nodded my head and said, "Yes daddy."

Daddy laughed triumphantly. I realized when I asked for his help at that moment I had to be ready to pay for it. But I don't care. My meeting with Andrew who looked even more handsome made me want to. I just want him! I don't care what the consequences are, I don't care how much I pay, I just want Andrew Knight to be mine. If necessary I'll tattoo Andrew's forehead with my name.

You know what's going on? Daddy kept his promise. Andrew's father's company was shaken. One of their yachts sank for no reason. While on the other cruise ship, there is massive corruption. Andrew's family needs a massive injection of funds. They have to face lawsuits due to shipwreck, paying compensation for guests and employees, buying a lot of return tickets for guests and employees not to mention investigation fees and delinquent bank debts.

You know daddy came as a helper god. He offered to help the Knight family as long as Andrew wanted to marry me. They approve. Hahahahah I am happy, a few months away is my marriage to Andrew.

And instead, I served daddy every time, I screamed and groaned as he wished. Wherever he goes I will follow him and serve his depraved lust at all times. "You know Rachel, you're my favorite. Somehow you took care of your womanhood so it always made me feel like I was playing with a virgin."

Hmh! I'm disgusted! I'm sick and want to skin you! But my courage was lost because of the doctrine I received as a child, we all belonged to daddy. Daddy is our lord and king. Our lives belong to daddy.

"You know Rachel, for your sake I've made that man marry you. Actually I'd rather you marry the son of an oil and coal businessman. But my love for you, made me give up my ambitions. I love you so much, Rachel. But remember, you've got to make her useful to us." that's daddy's message before I get married to Andrew.

Unfortunately my pregnancy happened sooner and Andrew found out about it when I suddenly fainted while visiting the Knight family. Andrew never even touched me but I was already pregnant first. I cried, I was afraid he would leave me. Daddy proved his love for me, he pushed Andrew's father to the brink, in the end Andrew was willing to marry me even without parties, publications and even wedding rings.

I don't care if Andrew is mine. Just so I can get out of the daddy mansion, get away from the old man who supported my life and unite with Andrew. Finally my wish, my dream from childhood was fulfilled. Andrew is my husband.

Andrew's girlfriend? Ah... the woman was inching backwards along with the failure of the Andrew family business. I don't even have to do much to drive him away. The materialistic woman had disappeared regularly.

I won! I'm the only woman on Andrew's side. Every night I touched and hugged Andrew, but he didn't react. She avoided me for the reason of my pregnancy.

Ah I forgot, I'm pregnant with a disgusting old boy that I hate. With a dark heart I began to plan to obliterate my womb.

to be continued...

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