Secrets
**Kael**
I burst into hearty laughter. Rachel was not an enemy worthy of my level, and I was quite disappointed with her mediocre demand.
I knew she was doing exactly what I intended her to do when I decided to mess up her life and put an end to all the privileges she was accustomed to. This was something I had decided to do ever since the day my mother confided in me, revealing that the only reason she wasn't with the love of her life was the selfishness of one of her daughters, Rachel. I knew it would be difficult for someone like Rachel, who considered herself superior to others, to live with little money and without being able to enjoy her luxuries.
Before, I didn't support the relationship between my mother and Patrick because he was a married man. However, seeing my mother's happiness by his side, I began to support their relationship, wanting the best for her. With Patrick's wife's death, both my mother and I believed they could finally be happy together, as there was no longer any obstacle. Not that I wished for someone's death, but this circumstance seemed to pave the way for them to be together.
Unfortunately, Rachel, with her shallow and selfish nature, demanded that her father maintain eternal mourning, preventing what we believed to be the path to my mother's happiness. My mother decided to move on alone when Patrick refused to acknowledge their relationship, unable to bear being a secret in his life. But this situation severely affected her mental health, plunging her into aggressive depression and resulting in worrying outbursts of aggression towards the household staff. Today, she lives under the influence of strong medication, leaving her distant and disconnected from everything around her. And all of this is Rachel's fault.
"And why should I deposit two million in your account?" I asked calmly, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm at your mercy, do whatever you want with me! But I need the money, and I need it fast!"
Without me being able to anticipate her actions, Rachel knelt and reached for the zipper of my dress pants, leaving me in an atypical state of inertia as she once again used the element of surprise. She managed to open my zipper and took my cock out, putting it in her mouth, while I just watched, feeling motionless.
But there was something I had to admit and give her credit for: Rachel was a master in the art of pleasuring a man, and I would have enjoyed the act greatly if it wasn't her doing it. And for that reason, she only had my cock in her mouth for the time it took me to react to the shock of her action, as soon I was pushing her away and tucking my member back inside my pants.
"I don't want your mouth on me!" I reprimanded her, distancing myself.
She looked quite astonished by my rejection and, still on her knees, stared at me with visible confusion.
"Wasn't that what you wanted?" she asked, now getting up from the floor. "Didn't you win me at the auction to have me at your disposal?"
"I believe you don't know the whole story, but I can tell you," I said with irony. "The auction app never existed. I created it just to have you in my hands."
As she proved to be a weak opponent, I thought with disappointment.
"I don't want your body, Rachel. I have no desire for you, girl."
"Then why did you make up this auction story?"
"To do exactly what I'm doing now: to humiliate you."
"I need the money, Kael! I don't care if you think humiliating me will change what happened in the past."
Rachel only cared about money, and it was so petty and selfish, so characteristic of Patrick's daughter, that I didn't understand why I was surprised by such behavior coming from her.
"I have some conditions to deliver the money."
I was going to lay all the cards on the table, and I was quite convinced that she would accept all the conditions I imposed.
"I'll do anything," she repeated. "But I don't want to live in poverty anymore. I can't stand living in poverty anymore!"
The scene didn't play out the way I imagined it, with the classic apology on her knees, showing remorse and wanting a second chance to be a better person. But that doesn't mean I can't make the most of it.
"You will kneel, but not before me. I want you to beg for my mother's forgiveness and convince her that you truly regret what you did. Even though I know you don't."
"I will do it!" She agreed without hesitation.
Before being deceived by the two sisters, I would have confronted Rachel and forced her to apologize to my mother, and that would have been my only requirement to deliver the money that would compensate for the loss of the inheritance. By making her apologize, my mother would feel better, believing that Rachel truly regretted her actions. In this way, I hoped that my mother would experience a significant improvement in her current state of health.
Now, I want more.
"There's another condition," I stated with even greater determination. "I want Sarah in my bed for thirty days."
Upon hearing the second condition, Rachel seemed to be taken aback, and her expression showed shock.
"I can be in your bed," she offered again. "Why does it have to be the boring one, my sister?"
"For a moment, I thought you must truly love your sister, and that's why you didn't offer yourself in her place. But I see that your intention is not to save your sister, is it?"
She tried to keep her composure, but a hint of irritation slipped into her voice.
"You have no right to judge my intentions, or anything else. This is a negotiation, remember?"
"Maybe it is a negotiation, Rachel, but that doesn't mean there aren't lines that shouldn't be crossed."
Rachel let out an exasperated sigh. "All right, you win. I agree to your terms. "
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