I'm Innocent, Please Let Me Go

"Oops..." Cloe let the severed hair fall to the ground and stepped away, clearly satisfied.

"How... how could you?" Kiara asked, tears welling in her eyes as she stared at her long black hair scattered across the floor.

"You know what? I was wrong. With short hair, you look hideous," Cloe laughed wickedly. "I'm still the pretty one..."

"What's going on in here?" Mrs. Watson stepped into Kiara's room; a space she had always found unpleasant.

"Mother..." Cloe looked up at her, wearing a smile full of malicious complicity.

"Kiara, you cut your hair!" her mother scolded. "It's obvious you envy your sister!"

"No, mother... I didn't cut it, she"

"Silence! You disappoint me more and more each day." She looked at her with disdain. "Cloe, go get ready. You have a commitment to fulfill. And you, Kiara," she pointed, "for once in your life, I expect you to act like a Watson." She walked away, not allowing Kiara to explain or tell the truth.

"Take advantage of the moment, little sis," Cloe mocked, heading to her room.

"Cloe!" Kiara called, her voice filled with pain.

"What do you want, Kiara? The guests are waiting for their queen. That's me!" Cloe showed no trace of emotion.

"We're sisters, we share the same blood." How can you... hate me this much?"

"You're still asking?" Cloe raised a brow. "You're nothing but a pitiful little thing." With those words, she walked away, triumphant, though the resentment she felt toward her sister still burned inside her.

Kiara dropped to her knees, her hair falling around her. She felt hollow, disconnected from herself. Worst of all, her feelings didn't matter to her family. She didn't want to go to the party, but she had no choice. If she didn't show up, they would stop paying for her studies at the university-her dream of becoming a great Digital Animation Designer would die.

She loved what she did, especially since she looked after her younger sister, Lia, every day. Every night, they watched princess animations together, and being such a dreamer, Kiara felt she could turn that passion into something beautiful.

"I promised you, Grandpa Gabriel. I promised to chase my dreams and walk out of this place with my head held high. And I will." She wiped her tears, breathing deeply to keep herself from breaking down. Her grandfather had adored her. She was his favorite. But he died of a heart attack, and since then, Kiara's life had become a nightmare.

Wearing her usual clothes-jeans, a loose shirt, and sneakers-and with her hair down, she left her room and headed to the so-called party, where members of high society had gathered. As expected, they looked at her as if she were some sort of freak.

"As soon as my mother sees me, I'm dead," she whispered to herself, taking in the elegance and beauty of the women around her.

"Mother!" Cloe spotted her from across the room. Seeing her dressed like that filled her with rage-Kiara was ruining everything.

"Cloe, darling, you look stunning. Go greet the guests. Tonight, you need to find yourself a husband, urgently."

"I didn't come here for you to tell me what I already know, Samantha. I came so you'd look at your disgusting daughter. She's humiliating us. And worse, with her short hair, she looks like me. Do something!"

"Lower your voice and behave," her mother snapped, annoyed by her tantrum. "I'll handle it."

Mrs. Watson began walking toward Kiara, but someone interrupted her to exchange greetings. Though annoyed, she masked it with a fake smile. When the brief conversation ended, she turned toward where Kiara had been... but she was gone.

"Where did you go?" she murmured, scanning the area.

"Sir, let go of me!" Kiara struggled against the muscular man in an elegant suit.

"Miss Watson, no matter how hard you try, you won't escape your destiny."

"Destiny?" she questioned, resisting as he dragged her out of the mansion. "I don't understand what you're talking about!" she yelled. "Sir, release me or... or my bodyguards will beat you up!"

"I have authorization to take you, Miss Watson."

"That's not possible! You're taking me against my will. This is kidnapping! Help!" she screamed, until he covered her mouth with a cloth.

"Your father was right. You're too rebellious. I knew you wouldn't come willingly." He shoved her into the car. In desperation, Kiara blinked repeatedly and tried to speak, but she couldn't. Worst of all, she was feeling faint.

The man began to drive. He knew she wouldn't be able to run. The doors were locked, and the cloth had been laced with sedative perfume. That's why she felt dizzy.

"Please, don't hurt me..." she whispered weakly, collapsing on the backseat.

"I'm just following orders, miss," he said, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Orders...?" she murmured, her vision doubling, which made her nausea worse. She closed her eyes.

"My boss is waiting for you," he smiled. "You made a grave mistake. You'll pay for it."

"I... I'm innocent. Please let me go..." she mumbled, trying to sit up.

"It's no use, Miss Watson. You already belong to Mr. Villarreal."

Upon hearing the name Mr. Villarreal, Kiara remembered the conversation between her father and Cloe.

"Sir... I'm not Cloe. No, don't take me to that man..."

"You have a good sense of humor," he said, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. She had fallen into a deep sleep-but not for long.

The escort, Jason, pulled up to a luxurious countryside mansion outside the city. Its rustic elegance made it stand out. He got out of the car and carried Kiara in his arms toward the main entrance.

"You're finally here!" the housekeeper, Mercedes, greeted him with concern.

"It wasn't easy. Miss Watson is rebellious... and there were a lot of people around. Luckily, she didn't make too much of a scene at the beginning. But I've completed my mission," he sighed heavily.

"Mr. Villarreal is angry. I have a feeling it's going to be a long night. He ordered that as soon as you arrived, she should be taken to his room. He's waiting for her."

Welcome to my sinister world Archie Villarreal, a handsome young man with dark blond hair, dark brown eyes, a toned body, is in the corner of the room, sitting manly in the armchair near the window. The dark room is illuminated by moonlight that gently filters through the thin white curtains.

The man is smoking a cigarette to appease his anger at the Watson family, at the girl who will be his prisoner. Eager to make her pay for his mockery, he has his gaze fixed on the door, his gaze is like a burning fire that increases when he sees her open and sees the figure of his escort Jason, who in his arms carries Kiara unconscious.

"Sir," his breathing is agitated and cigarette smoke permeates his nostrils, knowing that his boss is stressed. I have complied. "Go ahead," he orders, and Jason directs his steps to the bed, where he carefully lays the girl down and then, as he resumes his position, Archie says, "Get out!" Jason, upon hearing the order, bows a mini-bow and leaves.

Villarreal drops the cigarette butt on the floor and then stands up without taking his eyes off her, but when he sees her move and complains under his breath, he stops his steps and crosses his arms.

"Help," he hears her beg. No, please don't hurt me," the man frowns, because that voice is different from that of the girl who made fun of him. Enraged by that voice, he takes his seat again without taking his eyes off her, when suddenly he sees her sit up on the bed suddenly and look to the sides in anguish.

"Where am I?" She asks but feels a slight dizziness that makes her bring her hands to her head. ¡Shoot... I don't feel well! She tries to calm down to reduce the dizziness, but her fear of being in an unknown place torments her, so, in her ignorance, she stands up and, holding on to the walls, reaches the front door to open it.

Which was absurd because Jason locked the door. "No!" No! He struggles to open it. God...! Where am I? Where has that man brought me? She tries to open the door again, not noticing that she is being watched silently. Oh, what if they are going to sell me! To remove my organs! To abuse me! He snapped, filling himself with despair.

Surely that old Villarreal is going to want to take advantage of me. I have to escape! She turns and sees the silhouette of a man who filled her with panic. Who are you...? Her legs begin to tremble.

You... are you old Villarreal? I'll tell you I know martial arts, sir! I'm here against my will, and I'm going to escape from this place where I've been forcibly taken," Kiara feels like her heart is going to jump out of how fast she is because she only sees that silhouette, but not exactly who it is and what her intentions are. She despairs that this person is in total silence, but what panicked her the most was seeing him stand up.

She swallowed thick when she saw that imposing silhouette, a tall man whose cold gaze she can feel on her. "One more step... and I do not answer, Mr. Villarreal! The girl stamps her back on the wooden door, wishing she could escape from that cold and at the same time hot room. Archie is so upset that sparks are flying; he has his hands clenched and continues to approach her.

"Stop!" Kiara screams at the top of her lungs because fear got the better of her. She has never been alone with a man and even more so in a dark room where she feels like a prisoner. "If you know so much about martial arts, defend yourself," Archie uses a different tone of voice, as he is one sunset away from her. "Believe me, sir... that she doesn't want to see him do it," Kiara already salivates when she sees him a few centimeters away from her. That smell of such a manly perfume mixed with the aroma of the cigarette permeates his nostrils.

This is a mistake. "Shh," she whispers as she places her index finger on those fleshy lips. From that touch Watson felt a tingle in his crotch, for he had never felt a caress in that way. Villarreal can hear his heavy breathing, one that is mixed with fear, but at the same time with a low moan that attracts him for no reason.

"You are my wife now, and you will not escape me. "What!?" Kiara exclaims regardless of the fact that he has his finger on his lips. "Now you are under my dominion, you will pay for having mocked me.

"But I..." he tries to explain. "Silence!" My orders must be carried out even if it is against your will, even if you know martial arts. I am the one who commands and you must abide by everything I tell you.

I told you that you were going to pay me for it and you still made fun of me. "You are me..." He didn't let her finish because he grabbed her by the neck without exerting force and cornered her even more at the door.

The girl trembles like a frightened bunny. "Every day of your life you're going to regret making fun of me, so don't play innocent and take off your clothes. "What...?" The girl's heart almost came out of her chest. She trembles even more fearful at the strict order of the man unknown to her.

"Stop shaking like I'm going to kill you!" You're not a virgin, so proceed now." He brings his face to Kiara's ear. Welcome to my sinister world, where you are my little toy and we'll see if you learn not to make fun of the wrong man. CHAPTER 4 Who the Have You Brought Me To? Take off your clothes? That is something that fills her with helplessness, because she remembers Chloe, her twin.

And it outrages her because she is the one who always pays because of Chloe, always. "I don't want to be part of her world," she muttered, "if you don't do what I tell you, your family will be ruined, you have no idea what I'm capable of doing just to see you on your knees begging "my family..." she whispers and her eyes moisten because the only member of her family who loves her is her younger sister, Lia.

"I'll leave your family bankrupt, they won't have anything and they'll starve, is that what you want?" he asks arrogantly and she cries silently. Her tears slide down her blushing cheeks-if you obey none of that will happen..."

I don't do anything to my family, least of all to my little sister, she... he's just an innocent little angel from the cold heart of the Watsons, please..." Kiara sobs, because her sister is her reason for living in this miserable life that has fallen to her "I'll do what you tell me..."

Archie moves away from the girl and not because he sees what she will do, but it is strange to him that the pretentious woman who made fun of him is crying in that way for the family. "Sir..." his voice is trembling as he takes off his wide shirt "just have pity on me" he drops his shirt and then takes off his pants.

Villarreal's questions fade when he sees the silhouette of the girl, his mouth waters and his little friend reacts without being touched, it is literally surprising that desire increases like flames of fire that need to be calmed. "I'm ready..." he whispers and the truth is that she is not because she is a virgin.

The reasoning blinded him, his gaze is darker and the body of his body incites him more, as he approaches her again and takes her hands to take her to his head holding her practically crucified.

He hears her breathing heavily and even sobbing under her breath. "You'll be mine until I get tired of you," he grabs her two fragile hands with one hand while the other cautiously runs over Kiara Watson's chest.

The girl closes her eyes tightly, frowning, wanting to disappear from what he's making her feel. She tenses when she feels how she shamelessly runs through her abdomen until it reaches her between her legs, literally that exalted her because she had never been touched in that sacred and forbidden area.

"Oh! She babbles as she feels how she pushes aside her pantyhose and caresses her subtly.

Archie knows he should stop, but desire drives him to continue. Worst of all, he can feel her trembling and hear her sobbing slowly fading.

"Beg me for forgiveness," he commands, caressing her more insistently. She tries to close her legs, but he doesn't let her.

"Beg me to forgive you," he says again, releasing her wrists and holding her face while continuing to touch her.

Kiara doesn't even know why she's supposed to apologize or what her sister did to make him act like this.

"I..." she tries to speak, but the sensations caused by his touch-so utterly unfamiliar to her-choke her words.

"It's an order!"

Cloe bruised Villarreal's ego, and that's why Archie is hellbent on making her pay. He wants to drive her mad-completely mad-so she ends up begging him to claim her. But when he tries to insert a finger and feels how tight she is, and worse, when she whimpers in pain, he immediately pulls away, feeling even more confused.

Kiara tries to catch her breath, but the pain he caused makes her slowly crouch down.

"Are you a virgin?" he asks arrogantly.

"Y-Yes... sir," she replies, letting herself fall to the ground, folding her knees until she's squatting. With a trembling sigh, she wraps her arms around her legs, hugging her knees as if they were her only anchor in a storm of emotions. Her body shakes slightly, and her forehead rests against her knees as she curls up into a fetal position, desperately trying to understand what is happening.

Archie frowns. His wife isn't supposed to be a virgin-she's a girl who supposedly slept with several men and once left him desperate with desire and a mocking laugh. That's why he thirsted for revenge. Feeling even more betrayed, he punches the wall, making her flinch, terrified, not daring to look up.

Villarreal storms out of the room, leaving her with countless questions and the fear that she had done something terribly wrong.

"Jackson! Jackson!" he shouts, running down the stairs.

"Jackson, goddamn it!" he roars.

"At your service, Mr. Villarreal!" Jackson rushes over.

"Who the hell did you bring to me?" His fury is written all over his face.

"Miss Cleo Watson, sir...!" Jackson responds nervously. He's been working for Archie for months and doesn't want to lose his job-the pay is too good.

Watson Mansion

"How the hell is that even possible?!" Mr. Maxwell is livid. He had given the order to Archie's bodyguard to bring his daughter Cloe, whether she wanted to or not, in order to finalize the deal and avoid bankruptcy.

"Stop yelling!" his wife Samantha scolds him. "Cloe and Kiara are twins. Surely, they won't notice we pulled a trick."

"Shut your mouth, Samantha!" he snaps, pointing a finger at her. "You never should've supported Cloe in that absurd idea. How dare you all disobey me?" he screams so furiously that Cloe is visibly scared-she's never seen her father like this.

"If Mr. Villarreal finds out, we'll be thrown out into the streets!"

"That won't happen, Daddy... no one even knows Kiara exists. I can go back to living my normal life." She pouts. "You couldn't force me to marry that old man."

"You don't know what you're saying, you little brat!" Mr. Watson's face is flushed with rage, sweat beading on his forehead.

"I don't understand why you always have to be so dramatic, Maxwell," his wife mutters with disdain.

"Fuck!" he explodes. "Kiara is invisible to society-hell, even to us-but not to Mr. Nguyen!"

"What are you talking about?" Mrs. Watson is confused.

"Goddamn it, Kiara is the sole heir to my father's fortune!" he confesses. "I lied! I cheated to keep everything under my control and avoid ending up penniless. Now that Kiara is married to Mr. Villarreal, we're in serious trouble if Mr. Nguyen finds out, because my father's condition was that she marry a man of status in order to claim the inheritance."

"No, Dad... that can't be," Cloe whispers in horror. She can't even imagine being poor-but she doesn't want to be the wife of an "old man" either.