Chapter 4

Bruce’s voice echoes from the downstairs, “Konan, we’re going to be late! I need to drop you off at your set, and then I have to get to mine. You know how tight my schedule is!”

From their upstairs bedroom, Konan replies with a hint of exasperation, “I’m almost ready, Bruce. You know I always take a bit longer to get ready. It’s not like I’m the only one who needs to look perfect for the cameras!”

Bruce sighs heavily, “I know, I know. But we can’t keep the entire crew waiting. Just hurry up, okay? I’ve got a big scene today, and I can’t afford to be late. Let’s go!”

“If you’re in a hurry, I can drop her off, son,” Richard says as he enters the house behind Bruce.

Bruce, surprised, responds, “Oh, Dad! You’re a lifesaver. Can you do that for me?”

“Not a problem!” Richard replies, his voice dripping with kindness. “What does this old man have to do other than help around you kids? Besides, I’m kind of bored anyway.”

“That’s awesome, Dad. I’ll leave Konan all to you,” Bruce says, oblivious to the horror that Konan is about to face.

Richard responds, “You don’t have to worry about her. She’s mine now, and I’ll take care of her.”

Bruce, unaware of the true meaning behind Richard’s words, hurriedly leaves, saying, “Okay, I’ll be going then.”

As the front door closes behind Bruce, Konan descends the stairs, preoccupied with adjusting her beautiful black top. She doesn’t notice who is in front of her and asks, “How am I looking, honey?” Her voice trails off as she looks up and sees Richard standing there.

Her eyes widen in horror. “Hello, my favorite daughter-in-law,” Richard greets her, his voice laced with a chilling familiarity.

Konan’s eyes widen in horror as she realizes who is standing in front of her. Her voice trembles as she asks, “Wh-What ... Where is Bruce?”

Richard takes a step closer, his smile never wavering, but his eyes holding a dark promise. “He’s gone, my dear. Left you in my capable hands. Now, why don’t we have a little chat, just the two of us?”

Konan’s voice shakes as she stutters, “I ... I can’t. I need to get to my set...” She avoids his gaze, tightly gripping the strap of her purse, her knuckles turning white.

Richard chuckles, a low and menacing sound. “My dear son left you in my care, wanting me to make sure you get to your set. How about I be your personal assistant for the day, huh?” He takes another step closer, invading her personal space. “I’ll make sure you get there ... eventually.” Richard closes the distance between them, his hands forcefully gripping her face as he lifts her head to meet his gaze. He leans in and plants a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. Konan’s eyes flutter shut, and she is instantly transported back to the night he fucked her, the memory of his rough, brutal touch sending shivers down her soul.

Konan hastily gets into Richard’s car, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and helplessness. The drive to the set is tense and silent, each second feeling like an eternity. As they arrive, she quickly exits the car and rushes to her dressing van, where the makeup and production team are already bustling with activity.

Richard, meanwhile, positions himself near the set, close to the camera crew, his eyes never leaving Konan.

He watches as she emerges from the van, her figure draped in a stunning white angel dress that hugs her curves in all the right places. The dress accentuates her soft, milky flesh, the fabric clinging to her body, highlighting every delicate contour.

Her breasts, full and round, strain slightly against the fabric, drawing the eye and leaving little to the imagination. She moves with a grace that is both ethereal and provocative, her hips swaying gently as she walks, her every step exuding a sensual energy that is hard to ignore.

Richard’s gaze is intense, almost predatory, as he imagines the life growing inside her, his seed taking root in her womb. The thought of her carrying his child, of her body changing and nurturing new life, fills him with a dark, twisted satisfaction.

He can almost see it—the swell of her belly, the proof of his dominance and power. His eyes roam over her, taking in every detail, every curve, every inch of her flawless skin. She is his, and soon, the world will know it.

“Look at that piece of ass, man!” the camera guy mutters under his breath, unaware of Richard’s presence. “She looks stunning as usual.”

“Yeah, man. Her husband must be tapping that thing every day,” another crew member chimes in, his voice laced with envy. “If I were him, I’d fuck her to hell and back. That lucky bastard.”

Richard, standing nearby, doesn’t show a hint of anger. Instead, a proud smirk plays on his lips. He is the one tapping that ass, that pussy, bending her over the bathroom door while his own son remains blissfully unaware.

The thought of his son’s ignorance only adds to his satisfaction, a twisted sense of pride swelling within him.

Hours pass, and Richard’s gaze never wavers from Konan. He watches her transform before his eyes, first in a stunning wedding dress that accentuates her curves, then in a bikini that leaves little to the imagination, and finally in a cop uniform that hugs her body in all the right places. His eyes roam over her, taking in every detail, every change, every inch of her skin.

A young woman approaches him, her eyes curious and a hint of suspicion. “Who are you, old man?” she asks, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and challenge.

Richard turns to her, his smile never wavering, a dark glint in his eyes. “I’m Konan’s father-in-law,” he replies, his tone smooth and confident, hiding the sinister truth beneath his words.

The young woman’s eyes widen in realization, and she quickly apologizes, “I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you. It’s just that Konan didn’t mention you were coming today.”

Richard waves a hand dismissively, “No harm done. Now, where is Konan? I haven’t seen her in a while and I want to make sure she’s okay.”

“Oh, she’s in her dressing room,” the young woman replies. “We’re almost done for the day, and she’s taking a rest before the next shoot.”

A few minutes pass, and a knock echoes on Konan’s door. “What is it?” Konan asks, her voice tinged with weariness.

The young woman opens the door and peeks in, “Your father-in-law is here and he wants to talk to you,” she says before quickly exiting, adding, “I’ll leave you guys alone.”

Konan, still in her cop uniform, sits in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her. As she turns to face the door, her eyes widen in horror as she sees Richard standing there, his presence filling the small room with an oppressive energy.