His Favorite Sin

Brinda's P.O.V

"I can't believe it! I'm finally getting married to the man of my dreams!" I squealed with my lips wide open, spilling words of excitement.

"Who could have thought that a nobody like me could find her missing rib? And now, look at me - the queen of them all!," I intertwined my fingers.

I grabbed onto the bedside table while my legs bounced on my bed like a giddy teenager, forgetting momentarily that I was a full-grown adult. But how could I not? Today was the happiest day of my life. A day I had only dared to dream of had now become my reality forever.

I twirled around my room in my majestic, flawless white gown, singing my favorite song when I suddenly felt the weight of my heart in my chest.

I felt the weight of the heart in my palm for a moment. Tears welled in my eyelids as my lips pressed together. "Oh, I wish my parents were alive to see their little princess walking down the aisle. But," I whispered softly, "God knows best. I miss you both so much."

I stood before the mirror, marveling at the radiant woman reflecting at me. "Brad," I murmured", "you've turned my life around." I could almost feel his touch, his presence electrifying every fiber of my being.

Brad was the only man who truly knew me, yet still chose to walk the path of forever with me, pulling me out of the depths of depression. He's the first man that I ever loved and the only man who wanted to take me to the altar.

My hands stumbled on the speaker remote playing "Call Me baby" which made my hands and legs swinging in a goofy manner while tapping my feet together.

"I can't imagine how marriage is though, but who cares? Mine is here to stay!" while still dancing up and down.

"Brinda!" Lizzy's voice pulled me from my thoughts, which, with her serious tone, stunned me.

"I'm coming," I called out, still moving my lips like a professional dancer, but her continuous knocking hinted urgency, which made my countenance change.

Opening the door, I was greeted by her tear-streaked face, with her cheeks burning with pain. Alarm bells rang in my head. "What happened?", I asked, glaring at her in a confused state.

"Sis, you know that you're the only family I have. No matter what happens, I'll always be there for you," she said, stuttering, with her hands trembling.

"Ummm, what do you mean by 'situation', Lizzy"? I asked, my brows knitting together and my stomach twisting.

"It's from Brad," she whispered. My hands shakingly embraced the note while bracing myself for its contents:

My mind kept wondering what the letter contained while a sick feeling kept drowning in my stomach.

"Dear Brinda,

I'm sorry I can't go through with this glorious wedding. It hurts me deeply to write this letter, especially knowing how my heart once beat for you with all the tenderness of a storm beneath a gloomy sky. I wish life chose a better part for us, but it's so sad that most good things have to come to an end. The truth is, I can no longer go on with this wedding because another woman is carrying my child, and out of responsibility and pressure from her influential family - I've been forced into building a life I never intended. You're a good person, but it's so sad that the happiest day of our life is filled a day turned to dust with unexpected sorrows. I want you to know that you will always hold a sacred place in my heart - one no other can ever replace. I love you more deeply than these tear-stained page can ever express, and in another life, I pray you'd still be mine.

Yours sincerely,Brad"

I looked pale glaring at the unforseen words slapping me In the face of my supposed happiest day of my life. "How could Brad do this to me, of all people, qafter everything we've been through?", I sobbed, tears bursting from my eyes. The words pierced my empty heart, as my hands fumbled to regain control of my surroundings.

"How could Brad do this to me after all the love you showered me", screaming through my blurred vision with my breathe frozen.

Overwhelmed, I lunged at Lizzy, clutching at her golden gown in despair, tearing the fabric without meaning to. "Why are we this unlucky Lizzy, my life has always been a scam from the beginning and he goes to do this, HOW!!!,

I kept on repeating while Lizzy looked at me with such fear in her eyes patting me softly at my back. "Don't worry sis, I would definitely kill him for you ", she responded but I knew it was mere words of anger for him.

Before I could say anything my knees buckled, and I collapsed with the last thoughts of pain banging on my memory lane with Lizzy's arms barely catching me. "Sis, pleaseeee don't do this to me, Pleaseeee don't forget the promise we both made to mum and dad", but my mind kept drifting into white.

The world which I knew of love and happiness was now shattered, while darkness consumed me waiting for my end to catch up with me faster than my heart could take as I laid there on the floor like a limp vegetable begging for air.

As I lay frozen, my world collapsing In slow motion, Lizzy's voice echoing through the storm in my head. "Sis you can't fucking die on me, I would die in this heartless world without you in my life" she said while my hands kept urging me to fight.

Brinda's P.O.V

I slowly felt my body return to me-as though my soul had wandered too far and had only just remembered where it belonged. But somewhere deep inside, a part of me still wished my thoughts were the reality that ended it all.

My eyelids fluttered open, the stark white ceiling above unfamiliar and sterile. I wasn't home. That much I knew. Panic crawled into my chest, but my lips moved before my mind caught up-whispering into the empty air, begging silently for freedom I had never known.

With trembling breath, I gathered enough strength to lift my head, only to realize... I was in a hospital.

Confusion turned into fear.

Who brought me here?

Before I could unravel my thoughts, a warm presence entered the room-a young woman with cascading blonde curls and a kindness in her eyes that soothed the tremble in my bones.

"Good morning, Miss Brinda," she said, her voice smooth as velvet.

"I'm Nurse Christy. We're all relieved you're awake. Your blood pressure had us really worried." Her voice brought strange comfort amid the chaos.

She reached for my hand-her smile sincere. For a moment, the warmth of her touch allowed my walls to crumble completely.

"You're going to be okay, Brinda. You just need a bit more rest before we process your discharge papers."

Her deep green eyes met mine, seeing the cracks in my soul. Then came the words that twisted my healing heart.

"You're lucky to have your sister by your side, but she seemed genuinely concerned. Almost too much."

My body stiffened. Memories surged forward-fragments of yesterday clawing their way back into consciousness that was dawning.

"Where... where's Lizzy?" I whispered, trying to sit up, my vision still foggy with remnants of pain.

"She just stepped out to grab something special for you," Nurse Christy replied with a playful smile, her cheeks tinged red.

My heart ached.

"That's so... weird, but I'm grateful. Lizzy's all I have, but somehow a part of me felt like I knew where she had gone"

Tears prickled behind my lids.

"I'll leave you to rest now," Christy whispered, leaving the room.

As the door clicked shut, the illusion shattered.

"How could he do this to me?" I muttered, clutching my chest as tears finally claimed space within me.

"He can't do this... not him... never him!" I screamed, dragging my body off the bed, ignoring my battered state. My legs were foreign, stumbling, but rage carried me through the hospital corridors until I found a cab waiting outside.

"Madam, are you okay?" the driver asked, concern furrowing his brows as he stared through the rearview mirror.

"I'm fine, just take me to Red Lane now," I choked out, wiping my tears with trembling fingers numbed by pain.

- - -

The cab stopped before a mansion that once echoed laughter and dreams across my horizon. Now, it loomed, silent and cold, like a grave.

The scent of fresh-cut grass mocked me.

My heart hoped-foolishly-that Brad would come running out, yelling my name. But reality was merciless over and over.

I stepped in. The door was unlocked.

The moment I entered, moans-loud, shameless-bounced off the walls, stabbing my soul in ways that blinded my eyes.

No. No. Please no...

I climbed the stairs, legs fueled by adrenaline and heartbreak.

"I'm so sure that Brad won't hurt me because he loves me to death," my mind kept echoing, bracing for what came next.

"Brad?" My voice broke. "Please don't let it be what I'm thinking..."

The door flung open-and I saw it. Saw them.

"LIZZYYY! How could you destroy me in this disgusting manner?!"

My voice shattered the air, shutting my world in one, but Lizzy just looked at me-cold, lifeless-nothing but a stranger with scabs.

"Why are you yelling, you pathetic bitch?" Brad's voice came sharp, venomous, as he casually smacked her bare skin, echoing like a blade through my throat.

My knees buckled.

"What... what did I ever do to deserve this, Lizzy... WHAT?"

Without warning, Lizzy lit a cigarette, her lips curling into a smirk. "Your existence - and that was horrible enough, and I'm so glad the game's over"

Brad's hand flew across my face. The blow sent me crashing to the floor.

"You better get the hell out before I let my fiancée treat you the way you deserve, you filthy whore," Lizzy hissed.

"Fiancée?" I choked. "No... this can't..."

But it was. And Brad-once my world-confirmed it with a deceitful smirk.

"She's pregnant with my first child, which means your chapter's over till death."

More blows with unbearable pain as I clutched the shards of a broken vase, not for defense, but just to hold something real but solid.

"Leave my man alone, loser," Lizzy said, her laughter a knife in my chest.

I lay there-bleeding, broken, betrayed, hoping he'd come to his senses.

And yet, Brad wasn't done.

He dragged me like a rag doll, skin scraping against the floor with every inch. I screamed, cracked and wild, but it was as if they'd gone deaf. Or worse... they liked it.

At the threshold, he slammed me onto the rough floor. "I won't say it again. Get the fuck out" and never come back, you piece of broken mess"

"It is so hilarious that you thought I would end up with a whore like you with no control," he said firmly.

The door slammed behind me.

Blood trailed down my nose, mixing with tears and the sting of old scars.

"I could have sworn with my life that Lizzy was my wine, not poison," with more tears pouring down.

How did it come to this?

How did they become the villains of my story with all the abundance of love I showed them?

But as I took the long walk of shame away from the house I once called home... something inside me changed forever.

Something dark.

Something unbreakable.

I turned back, bloodied and bruised, while I whispered to the wind - soft, but certain-

"This isn't how my story ends."

Brinda's P.O.V

As I kept walking on the lonely road, I hugged my arms tighter as the chilly wind pierced through me, every step dragging memories I couldn't outrun - some places I cried, others I screamed."

I reached out for my phone in my black purse while booking a cab, but my head kept screaming, "I need to get the fuck out of here," I said, while banging my hand on my head.

- - - -

I kept glaring at the wooden building, rethinking every decision that led me here while bass vibrated through the floorboards and rattled my ribs - I closed my eyes for a second, letting it stitch something broken inside me back together.

My heels clicked against the bar floor like I was ready to run, but the weight in my chest dragged me back - there was nowhere else to go.

"Hey barman, get me the strongest drink you have - and be quick about it," I said as tears streamed down my face.

I muttered nonsense while disgusted eyes stared at me like I was crazy.

The burn clawed down my throat like fire licking dry wood until I drowned the noise - maybe I'd disappear too.

My lips savored every drop of the alcohol while my hands shook the bottle for one last drop-but it was empty.

I groaned, half-wishing death would finally meet me in this broken state while my hands trembled from the lingering high.

"I need to get my life more fucked, and maybe death could finally say hello," my head kept whining.

My wobbly legs rose, trying to assist my weak body towards the exit until our eyes met at a halt, which my breath caught as his eyes locked with mine - molten steel beneath lashes too perfect for a stranger.

"Gosh, who is that hunky man", I said flirtatiously, burning into each other's souls.

My body moved before I could stop it. I felt crazy-but I loved every second of it.

"Hey, stranger... Wanna take this somewhere private?" I said, licking my lower lip.

"What if he's another disaster waiting to destroy me? Still, I couldn't resist his aura - it was strange." Still, I kept glaring at him, unsure why I couldn't look away.

"Miss, you must really be in the mood", he said with so much boldness with a smirk.

His crystal eyes kept staring at my lips, and I knew the lion was ready to devour with no mercy.

His tender hands found my cheeks, which got me instantly wet for more. "This is what I need right now, and please, someone tell him to shut the fuck up", I kept on whining while observing his built, heated body.

His soft hands found their way to my boobs, squeezing them with all seriousness, allowing my lips to moan softly.

"I can see that you are ready to handle me", He said firmly while his left hand kept caressing my boobs.

"Yes, Daddy, please take me away with you - turn me into your slave," I moaned, the words spilling uncontrollably.

"Where the hell did I get this courage from, and who the hell is in control?"

"Oh, by the way, my name's Jason..." I would love to devour you for the night with your permission, Miss," he spoke while brushing his thumb across my hardening nipples, with his hungry eyes fixed on me.

"Who the hell would say no to this and the best part Is, I get more of this. Hell yes!" my mind kept spiraling.

"Yes, Daddy Jason... take me away," I stammered... pressing my lips together to keep me from screaming.

"Let's head to my room before the night ends", I said, gripping his hand as we dashed out of the shallow bar.

- - - -

As we walked into the magnificent room, he gazed at me with his hands swiftly laying me down on the soft, bouncing bed.

"You have such amazing skin - I want my fingers to leave marks on you." He said playfully while leading his hand down my clit.

I was about to speak, but a jolt of pleasure stole the words from my lips, "Ooh, you are soooo good", as his fingers moved in and out, quickening the pace.

"You are definitely going to be the end of me", I said while he slapped my ass, sending a ripple of heat up my spine.

He kept devouring me with his gaze while my body trembled for a heavy impact.

"Fuck!, I'm going to cum. Please please me harder, I need you", I said, biting my lips while body kept shifting from side to side from his dominance.

I held his face, bringing his lips close to mine, which we joined passionately for more intensity.

I couldn't stop glaring at his perfectly shaped body while his sweat intensified the atmosphere, "Damn, that was so good", I said with tongue tasting my dripping cum from my fingertips.

He forcefully flipped me over, my body arching in anticipation, waiting for the impact of his thick shaft pressed into me, erasing every thought but him.

"Mmm", I spoke with his hands tapping my clit.

"Don't worry, I would take good care of you," and before I could say Easy tiger my body burned up.

Our bodies moved as one, his every thrust a wicked melody echoing in my soul.

"This never leaves the room," he murmured, tracing my spine with a wicked promise. My lips whispered yes, Daddy - but my heart already knew... this secret would write its own forbidden chapter.