The Reincarnated Queen and Three Love Crazed Brothers

She sat with her body pressed to the window and as far away from him as possible. If there was a way to become one with the door, she would have done it minutes before he opened his side of the door.

"Where do you live, Carla?" His throaty voice floated into her ears.

"I want to go home – alone." She managed to croak, the heat on her face rising at an extremely fast pace.

Without warning, he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the driver's seat, holding her jaw tightly between his thumb and index finger before narrowing his eyes at her, his facial muscles tensing.

"Don't try to fight me Carla, you won't like it." He warned, the words forcing themselves out through his clenched teeth.

She held his gaze stubbornly, her breath growing harder and more difficult to produce. The words repeated itself in her head but this time from a distant memory from years ago.

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"Don't try to fight me Carla, you won't like it." Damien's impatient voice had warned her and she stilled, still trembling from repulsion and staring into his clear blue eyes.

"Now open up for me Dear." He advanced towards her like a predator and she inched back like a terrified prey till her back hit the wall and there was nowhere else to go.

"Please." She pleaded, holding her torn clothes to her naked chest.

He smirked at her, before biting his lower lip. "I like it when you beg." He knelt on the bed and crawled his way towards her.

"I don't…" She trembled.

"I don't want to do this." She shook her head, curling up even tighter to cover herself.

"But I paid for this already, Carla." His smile disappeared and his calm voice frightened her even further.

"I will refund, I will refund…" She was hyperventilated now.

"Shut up and come here." Now he sat still and stared intensely at her.

Her eyes darted to the door but he chuckled before dangling the keys before her. "Looking for this?"

"I have never done this before." She pleaded and watched his face twist in pleasure as if she had told him the most exciting thing ever.

"I'd double your pay then." He told her.

It was as if she could read his eyes like a book to know that his irritation had waned.

"I thought I was here just to dance, get my pay and get over with …"

"It doesn't matter Sweet, you'd still get your pay to sort out your difficulty. Now come here else I'd come to you and you won't like it." This time, there was a certain chill to his tone that made her heart beat faster.

"Please Sir, please I beg you. I don't need your money anymore. Just let me go and I will…"

"Too bad." Was the only word she heard him say and without warning he rushed towards her, grabbed her, dragged the clothes she held so close to her body and threw them to the other side of the room.

"You look beautiful Carla, don't hide it." His voice had gone deeper and he had tied her hand above her head, spread her legs and made one dive into her that sent her brain freezing for a few minutes.

***

Remembering the pain and discrimination from eight years ago, Carla clenched her thighs even tighter.

"You still haven't answered me." He reminded in a frosty tone, tapping his finger on the steering.

Thinking quickly for a better solution, she led him towards Beatrice's street. The drive was filled with silence, with her shaky voice giving direction at the given time.

"Here?" He turned towards her and raised a brow.

"Yes, here." She looked away, holding her purse tightly to her chest.

"Where exactly do you live?" He asked, scrutinizing her.

"Here." She simply responded, looking at the tall identical houses clustered close to each other.

"Let's get you in then." He pulled off his seat belt and was about to open the door when her eyes widened.

"I have legs and I can walk on my own!" She glared at him.

"You've gotten bold and fiesty." He smirked and she would have reached out to tear his lips into a shapeless form that would give him pain for the rest of his life if she could.

"Your room number…" He asked when she said nothing.

"246." She responded mechanically, looking straight ahead as if the mere sight of him irritated her.

"Which of the houses?" He bent his head again to observe the identical houses.

"The one in the middle." She responded without wasting a breath, all she wanted to do was get out of his car and never look back.

Still looking ahead, her eyes widened and threatened to pop out of her pupils when she saw Beatrice alight a car with Anna in her arms.

"Can I go now?" She whipped her head towards him, her eyes still widened in fear that he would recognize Anna.

Not waiting for him to respond, she got out of the car, slammed the door loudly and walked ahead without looking back.

Even after catching Beatrice's gaze, she pretended not to know her or hear her daughter's weak call, only walking ahead till she entered the hallway of the second building.

Stopping behind the door to peek and see Damien's car finally reversing, she released a sigh of relief before sagging against the wall. This time her headache was back and just like the headache came with the picture of her daughter's voice, she sprang out of her hiding place to search for Beatrice.

"What was that for?" Beatrice frowned at her before looking back at the car which was already far from its initial spot.

"It's him." She said in a loud whisper but didn't have the time to elaborate as Anna pounced on her.

"Mummy!" She hugged her legs and raised her hands to be carried, her tired blue eyes wide with excitement.

Bending down to scoop her baby, she kissed her cheek, feeling sorry that she forgot to go pick her up from school.

"Sorry Mama got busy with work again." She smiled at the smiling Anna whose black hair was packed into a loose bun.

Without answering, Anna looked behind her before looking back at her mother's face with playful eyes.

"Is that Daddy?" She asked with a wide smile that knocked Carla's breath away.

She looked at the horrified Beatrice whose eyes traveled from her, to Anna back to the direction the car drove into.

"Come on Anna love, Mama needs to rest." Beatrice butted in, taking Anna from Carla before whispering to Carla.

"It's late, I think you should rest at my apartment tonight."

"Thank you." Carla who hasn't still recovered from the shock of having Damien intruding her personal space whispered back.

"Thank you for remembering to take Anna."

"Really? You told me to help take her, I wouldn't have known." Beatrice responded, trying not to let her emotions show before walking ahead.

Carla paused in her steps with a confused look.

When Beatrice noticed Carla was behind, she paused and looked back at her.

"Come on Carla, let's talk about it more inside." She said it out loud this time.

"When did I tell you to help take Anna?" She felt like her head was about to split into two.

"You know what? Just forget it, you need to rest well against tomorrow." Beatrice said and walked ahead, leaving Carla behind to sort out her feelings and assure herself that it was just all up in her head and that there was nothing wrong with her.