Chapter 2
Rachel snapped out of the haze of her ecstasy in an instant.
No! She couldn’t let Isaac find out she was tangled up with his son. If he did, all her painstaking efforts to infiltrate the Smith family would be for nothing!
“Darling, I’m fine. I just bumped into something when I came out of the bathroom. You…”
Before she could finish, Kevin deliberately thrust hard, plunging deep inside her.
The sudden jolt nearly made Rachel cry out, but thankfully, Kevin smothered the sound with a punishing kiss, biting down on her tongue as if to reprimand her.
Isaac’s skeptical voice came through again. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Rachel’s tongue tingled from the kiss as she shoved Kevin away, shooting him a glare.
She forced her voice to sound steady. “I promise I’m fine. Just a little tired. I need to rest for a bit.”
But Kevin wasn’t about to let her off easy. He began to move, the sharp, rhythmic slapping echoing as he drove deeper, hitting every sensitive spot inside her.
Pleasure crashed over her like relentless waves. Unable to hold back, Rachel gripped Kevin’s shoulders tightly, her legs instinctively wrapping around his strong, powerful waist.
She bit her lip to stifle any moans, while Isaac, oblivious on the other side of the door, had no idea that his youngest son was ravishing his young, not-yet-official wife with ruthless abandon.
Isaac’s voice softened with concern. “Alright, then. Call the staff if you need anything.”
The moment Isaac’s footsteps faded, Kevin dropped all restraint. With a hint of irritation, he forced her legs apart wider. “You call that old man ‘darling’?”
As he spoke, he slammed into her without mercy, folding her legs back and pinning her slender waist in place.
His ferocity overwhelmed her, and within mere minutes, Rachel shattered, climaxing hard under his unrelenting pace.
“Already?” Kevin sneered, picking up speed for the final sprint. “You’re as useless as ever.”
“No, slow down…! Kevin, stop!” Rachel cried out in panic, the intense stimulation making her tremble uncontrollably. Her nails dug deep into his arms, leaving marks on his skin.
Kevin leaned down, biting down hard on her nipple before finally releasing inside her.
The scalding heat flooded her, sending electric shocks through her body. Rachel’s mind went blank from the sheer pleasure, and out of habit, she reached to wrap her arms around his waist.
But before she could, Kevin pulled away abruptly, staring down at her with icy disdain. “Look at you, seducing men like this. No wonder you were the star of the red-light district.”
The lingering heat and intimacy evaporated in an instant.
Rachel froze, a bitter ache blooming in her chest, eventually settling into resignation.
Four years had passed. Now, Kevin was the cherished son of the prestigious Smith family, while she was nothing more than a gold-digger who’d shamelessly married his father—a woman who crawled out of the gutters.
The chasm between their statuses was as vast as heaven and earth.
Kevin dressed himself neatly, his striking features illuminated by the light, exuding an air of untouchable elegance that only made the naked, vulnerable Rachel feel cheaper by comparison.
He glanced at her briefly before grabbing a tissue to wipe his hands, tossing it aside with visible disgust.
The tissue landed on Rachel’s face, obscuring her view. Two seconds later, the sound of the door slamming shut jolted her out of her daze.
Rachel let out a self-deprecating laugh as she dragged her aching body to the bathroom to clean up.
By the time she changed into fresh clothes, a maid knocked to inform her that dinner was ready downstairs.
When Rachel descended to the dining room, she saw Kevin sitting beside his girlfriend, Abigail Wilson. The two were murmuring to each other, faint smiles playing on their lips.
A pang of disorientation hit her as she remembered—this was supposed to be the day Kevin brought his girlfriend home to meet the family.
Back then, Rachel hadn’t even considered that Isaac’s “youngest son” could be her first love. After all, when they’d dated years ago, he’d just been a broke student scraping by with part-time jobs.
It wasn’t until she saw that painfully familiar face that reality struck like lightning. She’d fled to her room under the pretense of needing a nap to calm herself down—only for Kevin to corner her there and… well, things happened.
“Kevin, will you take me out shopping later?” Abigail cooed, clinging to his arm playfully.
Kevin glanced at his watch before indulging her with a nod. “Sure, we’ll go after dinner.”
“I knew you’d say yes!” Abigail beamed, planting a quick kiss on his cheek.
Their easy, sweet interaction reminded Rachel of years past—back when she and Kevin had been each other’s first loves. Back then, Kevin’s desire had been insatiable; after their first time together, whether they were eating out, strolling around, or cramming for exams, he’d always find some excuse to drag her into bed.
Was it the same now with him and Abigail?
The thought stabbed at Rachel’s heart like a dull blade.
Dinner started soon after. For once, the entire Smith family was gathered at the table. Isaac sat at the head, flanked on his left by his eldest son Ralph Smith and Ralph’s wife and son Dennis Smith.
On Isaac’s right sat Rachel, followed by Kevin and Abigail further down.
Fresh from an afternoon nap, Isaac was brimming with energy. He chuckled warmly. “Today’s special—Kevin’s brought his girlfriend over to meet us, and it’s also Rachel’s first family dinner with us. Since we’re all here together, let’s relax and enjoy.”
Ralph scoffed audibly, casting a disdainful glance at Rachel. “Family dinner? More like one extra person who doesn’t belong.”
A woman from the red-light district with a face made for seduction—she’d latched onto his father without shame, no doubt after his money, uncaring that he was an old man halfway to the grave.
Ralph’s words carried a pointed edge, and all eyes at the table drifted toward Rachel, some subtle, others less so. Yet she showed no reaction, calmly placing a shrimp on Isaac’s plate. “This looks good, honey. Have a little more.”
Kevin’s gaze darkened in an instant, the veins on the hand resting on his knee bulging faintly with tension.
Isaac, clearly pleased, chuckled and patted her hand before turning to the others, his smile fading. “Enough. I’ve brought her into this house as my wife, so she’s your stepmother now. Let’s not hear any more talk about who belongs or doesn’t.”
His frail health betrayed him as he finished speaking, a harsh cough wracking his frame. Ralph quickly stood to pat his back gently, murmuring, “I understand. Don’t get worked up.”
Kevin’s voice dripped with mockery as he spoke, “A woman straight out of a brothel thinks she can be my stepmother? Are you getting senile in your old age, or is she just that good at keeping you… satisfied?”
The brutal words sliced through the air, draining the color from Rachel’s face.
She gripped her cutlery tightly, her eyes dropping in humiliation, unable to meet anyone’s gaze.
Rachel was undeniably beautiful, and even silent, she had a fragile, pitiable air about her. That wounded look stirred something in Dennis across the table; his interest flickered as he shifted subtly before speaking up, “Uncle Kevin, Step-Grandma hasn’t done anything wrong. No need to be so harsh, right?”
“Oh, look at you, rushing to her defense,” Kevin shot back, his tone sharp as a blade. “What’s this? Did she service you too at some point?”
“And my words are harsh? She had no shame climbing into my father’s bed for his money—does she really expect respect after that?”
Each of Kevin’s words pierced Rachel like needles stabbing straight into her core.
She could brush off cruel remarks from anyone else without a second thought—but hearing them from Kevin was different. His venom cut deeper than anyone else’s ever could.
Isaac waited until they were done before slowly suppressing his coughing fit. “That’s enough. Keep running your mouth like that, and you can get out of my house.” Turning to Rachel, he softened his tone. “Don’t take it to heart. I’ll deal with them later.”
Rachel forced a faint smile his way. “It’s fine. I moved in so suddenly—they’re bound to have some resentment.”
Isaac gave her an appreciative nod but said nothing more.
The topic was dropped, though beneath the table, Rachel’s hand slowly curled into a fist. A cold smirk tugged at her thoughts. If this old bastard truly wanted to stand up for her, he wouldn’t have waited until they’d all had their say to open his mouth.
He probably just wanted to use this moment to remind her of her place.
The rest of dinner passed tastelessly.
Soon, Isaac grew tired and wanted to return to his room to rest. Rachel stood to assist him. “Let me help you up.”
“Alright,” Isaac agreed without protest.
Rachel supported Isaac as they made their way toward the stairs at a slow pace. Suddenly, Kevin’s light chuckle echoed behind them. “It’s late. Why don’t you stay over tonight?”
He was speaking to Abigail.