Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 814: Marina Vs Sarah

Sarah stood frozen, her plastered arms trembling, her tears still glistening on her cheeks as she took in the luxurious surroundings—a stark contrast to the blood-soaked warehouse we had just left behind.

The sudden teleportation had left her disoriented, her mind still reeling from the horrors she had witnessed, the confession I had whispered in her ear, and now—this confrontation with the women who had every reason to hate her.

"I—I can teleport..." I explained, my voice casual, as if I’d just mentioned I could tie my shoelaces. "To any location."

Sarah let out a choked exclamation, her face paling. "What?!"

Her voice carried, echoing slightly in the spacious living room. The sound drew attention—and footsteps.

Marina’s heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she stormed toward us, her dark eyes blazing with unbridled fury. Ema and Eva followed behind her, their expressions a mix of shock and curiosity, but it was Marina who dominated the room, her presence like a storm ready to break.

"WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?!" Marina’s voice boomed, her fingers clenching into tight fists at her sides.

"Didn’t she spit in our faces?!" Her chest heaved, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Didn’t she say she didn’t need our help?!" She stepped closer, her voice dripping with venom. "Didn’t she accuse my husband of being a monster?!"

Sarah flinched as if struck, her body trembling under Marina’s glare. She swallowed hard, her voice a broken whisper. "Marina... I—I’m so sorry..." Her tears welled up again, her fingers clutching the fabric of her shirt as if it could shield her from the wrath in Marina’s eyes.

"I was blind..." Her voice cracked, her knees nearly buckling under the weight of her guilt.

"I didn’t see the truth... I let my anger control me..." She sobbed, her body shaking. "I never should have spoken to you like that... to Jack like that..."

Marina’s lips curled in a snarl, her voice cutting through Sarah like a knife. "Oh, now you see the truth?!" She stepped even closer, her finger jabbing the air between them.

"Now, when you’re broken and scared and have nowhere else to go?!" Her voice trembled with rage.

"Where was this remorse when you called my husband a liar?!" Her eyes burned into Sarah, unforgiving. "Where was this apology when you turned your back on us?!"

Sarah flinched again, her tears streaming down her face. "I know..." Her voice was a whisper, raw with pain. "I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness..." She dropped to her knees, her plastered arms shaking as she clasped her hands together, pleading.

"But I beg you, Marina..." Her voice broke, her body convulsing with sobbing. "I beg you to find it in your heart to forgive me..." She looked up, her eyes red-rimmed and desperate. "I never meant to hurt Jack... or any of you..."

Marina’s breath came in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She glared down at Sarah, her voice a low, dangerous growl. "You don’t get to beg now!" She spat, her voice raw with pain.

"You don’t get to cry now and expect us to wipe away everything you’ve done!" She stepped back, her voice trembling.

"Do you know how much you hurt him?!" Her eyes filled with tears, her voice breaking.

Sarah bowed her head, her shoulders shaking with sobbing. "I know..." Her voice was barely audible. "And I hate myself for it..." She looked up, her face streaked with tears.

"But I promise you, Marina..." Her voice trembled, but her gaze was steady. "I will spend the rest of my life making it up to all of you..." She reached out, her hand trembling. "Please... forgive me..."

Marina’s body trembled, her rage warring with the memory of Sarah’s pain, the betrayal she had felt, and the love she had for me. She turned away, her voice a broken whisper. "I can’t..." Her voice cracked, her hands clenching into fists. "I can’t forgive you..."

I stepped forward, pulling Marina into my arms, my voice a low, soothing murmur. "Marina..." I brushed a hand over her hair, my tone gentle but firm.

"She’s paid for her mistakes..." My eyes met Sarah’s over Marina’s shoulder, a silent promise—this was far from over. "And she’s here now..." My voice softened. "She’s family."

Marina’s grip on my shirt loosened, her breath steadying as she leaned into my embrace, but her eyes never left Sarah.

The fire in her gaze dimmed, replaced by something colder, calculating. She pulled away from me slightly, her voice low but firm, cutting through the stillness like a blade.

"I will only forgive her..." Marina’s eyes narrowed, her tone sharp and unyielding.

"Once she truly becomes my sister." Her gaze flickered to Sarah, then back to me, challenging. "Otherwise..." Her voice dropped, cold and final. "Don’t even think about it."

Sarah’s face flushed, her fingers clutching at the fabric of her shirt, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I—I am willing..." She swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to the floor before meeting Marina’s intense stare.

Sarah’s voice was a breathy whisper, but her chin lifted defiantly as she met Marina’s gaze. "To be Jack’s... his woman." The words trembled on her lips, but her eyes burned with determination.

Marina let out a low, mocking laugh, her fingers tracing the curve of Sarah’s jaw before gripping it tightly. "Oh, his woman?" she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You think you’re ready for that, little girl? Let’s see if you can even handle yourself first." She dragged her thumb over Sarah’s lower lip, smearing the sweat there before pulling away with a smirk. "Now, let’s take care of those useless hands of yours."

The door clicked shut as Ema and Eva were called away by their grandmother, leaving the three of us alone in the heavy, stifling air of the room. The scent of sweat, antiseptic, and something darker—something primal—filled the space.

Marina snatched the scissors from the table, and with my supernatural strength, I tore through the plaster cast on Sarah’s arms like it was nothing.

The sound of it splitting apart echoed in the silence, the plaster crumbling to the floor, revealing the angry bruises and shallow cuts beneath. Sarah’s skin was flushed, her arms trembling as the cool air hit her exposed wounds.

Marina’s fingers moved to the bandage on Sarah’s head, peeling it back with deliberate slowness. The wound on her forehead was raw, the skin around it swollen and purple, and another deep gash marred the base of her skull.