Dale’s Arrange Wife (ENGLISH VERSION)

After what happened to Carmona and me, my parents sent me to psychology. And because I was still young at the time, I was ashamed to talk about what really happened, especially since in two years I have experienced a lot with her. I’m also ashamed to say what we do.

They thought I was ok because that’s what I thought about myself. Because I didn’t tell everything and because I don’t feel anything different about myself. Although the truth is that I miss Carmona.

I miss what she does to me, what we both do. I know I am young but I know that she is something special in me. I was very angry because she suddenly disappeared and left me alone and wondering how to please myself without her.

I’m jerking off every time my lust awakes. I can do it alone, it’s just that I forget what I’m doing when I’m done. Unlike when I was with Carmona she showed me the video of what we were doing. Good thing I have my own room so no one knows what I did.

I didn’t pay attention to that because it was normal for me. Because every time something happens between Carmona and me, I also forget. So for me, there is nothing wrong with me. I am very normal.

Until I entered senior high. One of my classmates brought me into a bar. He said girls hunting. There were a lot of us then and since they were my first troupe in senior high I joined. They gave me a girl and because I was anxious after what happened to Carmona and me, I gave it to her.

A woman older than me took me to a VIP room. She locked it so that no one could disturb us because she was going to make me happy. From the very beginning, she was wild and very impulsive. And because I was carried away by what she did, I completely forgot and my vision darkened.

I was just surprised when I woke up and saw that the woman was almost dead. There are many bruises on the body, scratches from strangulation, there are bites on different parts of the body and the anus and rear hole are bleeding. She doesn’t even move no matter how much I wake her up.

In my fear I ran and went home and hid. Until the police came and daddy confronted them. They found out what I did and hid me and they confronted the girl.

They arranged for the woman’s family to be quiet. Fortunately, I’m a minor and the girl is in her twenties so they still reversed the situation and as a consolation, they paid for the treatment and gave money for their silence.

When my parents confronted me, I confessed to them what really happened to me. Then they told me that I was not normal, that my way was different. Dad decided to bring me to the USA. But he warned me that no girls are allowed. Because it was time for that to happen again, they would reject me and because I was afraid of their threat, I did not look for a woman there even once.

But there are still other races that show the motive. In the wild bar, I go to I see how wild women can be. I’ve had troops for whom sex is not an issue and it’s normal to be hurt and even enjoy it more. And they were the ones I punished.

Everything went well. I live like a normal teenager. Everything went well and I graduated from senior high with honor. I also continued my college education there. And because my dream is to become a teacher, I took BSED. I studied well because I want to reach that dream.

I promise that I will not fail and that I will do everything to become a teacher. Easy-peasy.

Vacation, after the second semester of the second year, mommy said that I need to take a vacation. Everyone misses me and since a few months before going to work, I went home——which I wish I hadn’t done.

I met Lindsay Heart. A new maid, she is the niece of one of our long-time maids. The first time I laid my gaze on her I fell in love with her. I know in my heart that I want her, I want her to be mine ——- forever.

I courted her, I went through the right courtship. I give her flowers and chocolates but she avoids me. I didn’t stop until she told me face to face that she didn’t like me because she already had a boyfriend. One of our drivers.

I hate it. I’m Dwayne Dale Dy. And she will choose the driver over me?

Because I know that I feel true love for her, I am affected by her rejection. I want to prove to her that my intentions are pure.

But one day, I saw her and her boyfriend kissing passionately, hugging each other, and touching themselves romantically. I feel like I’m losing my mind because of the pain, I feel like I’m being manipulated. My anger at Carmona because she suddenly disappeared and I can no longer do what we want is what I want to pour out on her.

I made a plan. Three days before I go back to the USA there was a Despedida party at a hotel. Everyone was there except the maids. When everyone was busy, I went home. I simply looked for Lindsay and put on a driver’s uniform when I entered.

When I saw her I said that mommy wanted her because the hotel has a lot of needs and they need a helper. Even though she wondered what I was wearing, she still come with me.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

But what she didn’t know was that we weren’t going to the hotel. I had planned everything before the party. So it was easy for me to run away with her. While traveling, we stopped at a stop light, and there I grabbed the chance to inject her sedative that makes her fall asleep.

I took her to one of the condo units of the Dy Building. I spoke to the manager and was told that no one would know that I brought something there. I gave him money and threatened him. I left him there and then went back to the party as if nothing had happened.

While I haven’t left yet, I’m just calling the building to check if she’s ok. While the people in the mansion are looking for her. They see me differently on camera because I’m wearing something different.

On the day of my departure, they send me. I entered the airport and waited for a while then came out and returned Lindsay to the condo. Her feet were chained to the bed. When she saw me she was very angry. I tamed her, and I did all kinds of taming but nothing happened.

For how many days or weeks, do I just send a message to my family to say that I’m busy studying? While at school, I said that I am sick and was not allowed to travel.

I have money so I can still provide for our needs. I laid in front of Lindsay all kinds of expensive food, and things, I spent all my savings for her just to please her but nothing happened. I received insults and harsh words.

But I didn’t give up. I did my very best so that she could see that I was serious. To make her feel that I really love her. Just let her return my love or even let me show her my love and I will let her go.

But she told me that no matter what happens she will not like me. No matter what I do, I am still trash in her eyes. I can’t have her heart and I can’t please her. I am a worthless attention seeker. That no one will love me because I am a piece of shit. She even spits on my face.

Because of my anger, I did what I shouldn’t have done. I raped her. I remember what I did because I wasn’t really hit by arousal, I just wanted to make her feel that I can do whatever I want.

I claimed her virginity. And because my lust wasn’t really awake because there was only anger in me, I claimed her again and again without releasing my loads.

The next day was like that and that’s what I was doing. Carried by anger, I don’t care anymore. As long as she was with me, I was with her, I claimed her even if she didn’t like me. But everything changed. I thought I just got her and I will continue.

I woke up with the heat of my body and something that shouldn’t have happened. I claimed her just like how I claimed others. Forgotten, hurt, left behind. When everything subsides I see her wound, the bruises, the ones that shouldn’t be. I feel guilty and asked for sorry but I always hear insults so instead of feeling sorry and guilty I repeated what I was doing to her.

Two months, when we were caught. The dean in the US called daddy and asked what was wrong with me and why I didn’t come back. They traced the number I use for texting so they can track me. And when they found out where I was, they immediately went. The manager did nothing but confess.

They took me and Lindsay. Daddy was very angry with me and almost killed me. When they got Lindsay they checked up and they found out that something happened to us and that she was pregnant.

I started to have hope when I found out that she was pregnant. But that hope was gone when Lindsay said she was going to kill my son. I was scared, cried, knelt before her, and begged her to bring my son back to life. I will put myself in jail as long as she keeps our son alive. But she said she would rather let her die than have my son live with her.

But dad talked to her and Dylan too. I don’t know what they discussed and she agreed to revive our son. I was not imprisoned and she lived in the mansion while her stomach grew. She did nothing but cry because her boyfriend had also left.

I simply looked at her from afar. She was in one room and didn’t want to come out. Dylan was just visiting her and I don’t know why she was there every day and what they talked about.

She was nine months pregnant when she came to me. I thought she was ok because she approached me but she told me that both my son and her would die. They will die because she will harbor her anger towards me until the next life. For the rest of my life, I will mourn my son and for the rest of my life, I will be guilty of what I did to her.

In front of me, he drank Clorox while screaming and beating her stomach. To my surprise, I didn’t do anything and when I recovered, I scream to get her attention while holding her back.

She was taken to the hospital and she was unconscious because of what she drank. Her stomach was torn open to get the baby out. It was alive when it came out, but because of the beating and poison that spread inside, my baby also died.

Lindsay also lost her life and was pronounced dead a few minutes later. But I asked the doctor to revive her. She can’t die because I haven’t apologized to her yet. I knelt before the doctor to convince her to give Lindsay a second chance and tried to revive her.

While they’re doing it I silently pray that she will live. I promised that when she lives I will stay away from her. Thank God the doctors revived her.

When she woke up, I wanted to talk to her to apologize. But her eyes were full of anger as she told me that with one more step closer to her she would make herself stay.

She hates me, hates me, and I’m the worst man she’s ever met. I am worthless and I will never be happy because I will remember her hatred for me for the rest of my life. And what I did to her will be a nightmare for me.

I will never be happy because I killed them. I am the reason why my son died and what I did to her is like I killed her too. I wish I didn’t bring her back to life because her life was useless because of what I did to her.

I killed her hope to be happy. I ruined her life so I have no right to be happy.

And now she is here in front of me. Standing while smiling at me.