17 - Room's Carpet

She awoke the next day and immediately lost her head in pain. There was also discomfort between her thighs. She looked around to see where she was, but her attention was drawn to the naked man, and she turned away from her habit. Its back is riddled with wounds.

Wait! Wait ...

Her eyes widened and she hurriedly left the bed, only to be surprised when she realized she was naked and could clearly see the red stain of blood that had spilled from the bed.

No ... No!

She was shaken and remembered what happened the night before, but nothing came to mind except the stranger who handed her a drink, and her memory of what happened after that was hazy. What the?! He took my virginity! At the thought, she burst into tears. Shit!

She wanted to slap it and fight it over her misfortune, but she thought she was also to blame because she went to such places and had lost her most careful femininity.

She quickly looked around for her clothes, but there were none. She noticed the man's leather jacket and assumed she was wearing it. It's only up to her thigh, but she doesn't care. She narrowed her eyes as she noticed a wallet on the center table, took the money, and silently left that hellish place while her tears fell.

When she arrived at the mansion, she couldn't reach her bed because of a severe headache. She fainted after falling on her room's carpet.

She awoke in the middle of the night, in a soft bed, wrapped in a blanket. The door swung open, and her older brother emerged, carrying a tray of smoky food and fruit.

"Azael?"

His gaze was fixed on her, and she couldn't read what was going through his mind. "Glad you're awake," it said as it approached her and lowered the tray. It aided her in getting up.

She grimaced. She was dizzy and her head hurt; she appeared to have a fever.

"Would you like me to feed you?"

She quickly shook her head and began to eat what he was carrying, but her tears began to fall. She remembered what the man had done to her body. It's possible that she put some medicine in her drink, causing her to pass out last night, but whatever happened, it was all her fault. She would not be in that situation if she did not visit such locations. Her mental toughness as well!

"What's the matter, princess? Is it unpleasant to eat? I'll change it."

She shuddered and was slightly taken aback by the name. Princess? She recalls the princess addressing her as "the man" the night before. She sobbed even harder. "Brother..." she sobbed as she lowered the spoon and looked at it.

Azael hugged and comforted her without saying anything. "Shh... I'm here... I'm here," he says quietly.

Azael sighed softly and looked at Amara, who was now fast asleep. He draped the blanket over her and caressed the woman he adored.

His princess had no idea he was the man who claimed it last night over and over, and he felt no remorse for doing so. He adores her, and the thought of someone else claiming it drives him insane. He was aware that his sister had succumbed to the allure of ecstasy.

Damn!

He quickly tracked down the girl's IP address and location after realizing she wasn't in the mansion. He discovered it was in Makati and began exploring the area. He wasted no time in complying with it. He knew hislone princess's tenacity would pay off.

He will express his feelings, but only at the appropriate time. Not now. He couldn't afford to risk the situation that he knew would result if he did that.

He didn't intend to take over his younger sister right away, but his cool seemed to vanish last night. He knew it was a big mistake, but he didn't feel bad about it. Amara was destined to be his. He'll do anything to make Amara choose him now that he's marked her…

When he awoke without the girl by his side, he dashed back to the mansion like a mad dog. He discovered that she had a high fever. He curse himself. She was too tired from their lovemake and he claimed it several times until his body voluntarily gave in to fatigue. He simply didn't expect it to escape her notice that she wasn't even imported. But that was fine, too, because she didn't know how to deal with its rage. They are siblings, and it fucks him up. How does he get Amara out of his system?



AMARA WAS EXCUSED from class that day. her body was still achy, and her fever hadn't gone away. She also laments the loss of her virginity and the sadness that she never recognized or remembered the man who drove her away.

Azael patiently watched over her while she was in bed all day. Surprisingly, because of her different treatment and what she saw in her older brother's eyes. Someone wanted to say something, but she didn't know what. It wasn't like when she was sick before, when she was just teased and picked up every now and then.

She went outside and inhaled the fresh air. She filled her mind with positive thoughts, believing that everything had happened and that she could not change the past. She'll just accept it and move on. However, the question is, how? Where does she begin?

She sighed sadly and went downstairs to the kitchen. She is hungry. She is in mourning, but her stomach is not. She is still caring for worms on the inside.

She came to a halt when she noticed Azael's back, the man entering her room. It was wet and appeared to have bathed after exiting the pool. When she noticed the claws and wounds on its back, her brow furrowed. Her head ached, and she quickly remembered what had happened the night before. The smudge on its movement... She was backing away, just like the man she had met with her back to her before.

No!

Azael turned to face her. "Yes, princess?"

Her eyes widened, as if she had been drenched by the stranger who had claimed only her and Azael. Azael, her own brother who took her!

It brightened her memory of it pulling her on stage, getting in the car and driving to a nearby hotel, and repeatedly mentioning the word princess all at the same time. Except for her, no one called her that. Even though she can't see the face, she remembers the smell.

Azael had taken her virginity!

Her face was filled with rage, disgust, and fear. She turned her foot to run away from it before she could say anything. She does not want to be near the man! She'd rather have a stranger control her femininity than her own older brother. No! What made it do this obscenity?! They are siblings. How?!

“Fuck! Amara, let me explain!”

But she didn't pay attention. She kept running as the young man chased after her. It pursued her. No! It shouldn't get to her. She despises her! She despises her so much. She quickly entered the library room after turning into the right hallway. She was about to close the door when her body obstructed its opening.

No!

She forced herself to close it as tears streamed down her cheeks. She couldn't? she couldn't do it! But Azael was stronger, and it broke through the door and slammed it shut.

She takes a step back. She couldn't look at it because she could see different emotions in its eyes. She dashed to the doorknob, but it quickly grabbed her arm and pushed her to one side.

She shivers and closes her eyes in terror. She was particularly moved to tears by the realization that it was not her brother. Azael is not here!

"Please, Mara, don't hate me..." she was taken aback when his head rested on her shoulder and her voice growled. She was taken aback and unable to move from her position. At the same time, tears streamed from her eyes. "P-please don't despise me..."

"I ... I despise you. I despise you, Azael!" They are still brothers, and the thought of her leaving is unacceptable. She pushed it away, but it grabbed her shoulder and hugged her. What does it all mean? She's perplexed. The crowd had infiltrated her mind! The onset of her headache blinded her immediately. What made it do that? Why ...

"I adore you."

His hand suddenly fell into the air, pushing it away from her. She blinked a few times as her brain processed what she said. Was she mistaken?

"Amara, I adore you. I don't consider you to be my sister. I want us. I'm looking for us. I don't care if we're siblings or not, fuck! I don't give a fuck. I have always loved you. Please don't hate me, princess," he begged as she caressed her cheek.

She slapped his face hard. Its face twisted with great force. She pushed it and faced the door, but not before saying something hurtful. "I can't forgive you, AZAEL!" she exclaimed as she exited, slamming the door shut. If she used to like Azael, she's lost interest. Disgust and rage at the considered brother have taken their place. She despises herself and despises it.

Amara's interactions with Azael have changed since that day. She has the impression that the mansion is shrinking, and she has done everything possible to avoid it. It's difficult for her because they've been brothers and crushes since they were kids, and she has no other desires because she knows they're brothers.

She had no idea that instead of Azael shielding her, she was the one who first harmed her entire being. She couldn't forgive Azael's actions. God! She had a sibling who had a splinter in her head. She is angry with the young man and is unsure how far she can take her rage.



"YOU'RE brother is here, Amara! Oh my! " her classmates screamed loudly.

She quickly switched lanes and hid. She couldn't bear looking at Azael's face after a week. Everything became clear to her now that she knew why it was overprotective. She should probably talk to her mother about the school being moved out of the country without her knowledge. She wanted to go next month, and she was disgusted to think that her own brother had done something to them.

She had locked her bedroom door the night before before climbing into bed. She had mixed milk with their housemate earlier, and she had finished that drink, so she wanted to sleep. She has been mentally disturbed for several days. This might not have happened to her if she hadn't been bar hopping. Perhaps she suppressed 'what Azael says is love.' Perhaps it's just crazy! I guess the man needs to go to a mental institution.

"Oohhh..." she exclaimed, her hand on her chest. She opened her eyes, but only the light from the lampshade illuminated her room, and she couldn't see the person in front of her clearly, but she recognized its bulk.

Azael ?!