Reborn to Revenge

Chapter 2: The Harassment from Nicola Morrison

After a bath, Jocelyn put on a clean dress and went back to the villa. There was nobody in the huge living room. Even Selena Alger was not there.

Joan explained. "Well, young hostess. There is a maneuver in the military district. Master took madam and Miss. Morrison there. As for the third young master, I do not know where he had gone."

Jocelyn frowned. “What about the young master? "

He was her nominal husband, the eldest son of the Morrisons, the man destined to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

“Young master? I have not seen him today…" Joan said honestly.

“Yes, I see.”

She climbed the spiral stairs to the second floor, found the bedroom of Jocelyn and Arthur according to her memory and knocked twice. There was nobody to answer her. So she pushed the door.

If Arthur was in the bedroom, he would have said coldly “Get out”.

This meant that he was not in the room.

Somehow, she relaxed, not as nervous as before.

She frowned, couldn’t help wondering if the body’s owner was really so afraid of her nominal husband.

Before she could completely open the door, suddenly, a black figure flashed behind her, slammed the

door and she was pushed against the wall and trapped by a strong force.

Jocelyn’s mind was suddenly blank.

“Let me go! Who are you?" She struggled fiercely. But the body was pressed tightly. She tried her best to turn around but only saw a black shadow.

The man behind her clung to her back and clasped her hands, while the other hand travelled across her body, from her lips to neck, which made her shiver.

“Who am I? Did my sister-in-law forget me so soon?"

Then he had been silent for two seconds, with an evil smile mixed in his tone. And he slightly bent his body, with the tip of his tongue licking along the arc of Jocelyn's ear. “Just 3 years. You need me to help you recall what happened?”

The sound was like coming up from the hell, which made her feel cold.

Her wrist was clamped. She could feel the pain of crushing her bones when she tried to look back. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

She almost blurted out and asked. “Nicola Morrison? Is that you? "

In her memory, Nicola Morrison was the most cynical young master in the Morrisons. He almost had different women every day, which was as fast as he changed his clothes. Once a woman with a big belly came to say she had Nicola's child!

But he relied on Mr. Morrison’s favor to do whatever he liked. Three years ago, he even wanted to

possess her.

Jocelyn hit his head with a bottle that time. Then he let her go.

But it was happening again!

“Yes, I know my sister-in-law got out of jail today. So I came back early.”

Nicola spoke fast with a evil look. He approached her body closer and closer.

“It has been three years since you got married, but have you ever had sex with my brother? Have my brother ever touched you? I remember you were sleeping in separate rooms on your wedding day. My brother is paralyzed so he maybe also couldn’t have sex with you! Why do not let me do it and I will take good care of you. Right?"

“Well? You can promise that? You can promise me that no one will bully me?" Her head was a little dizzy. Her voice was fawning but her body still resisted him.

Jocelyn would have tried her best to keep herself clean, but it was she that owned this body.

She knew better than Jocelyn that false obedience was more effective than resistance.

As she expected, Nicola thought she almost gave in and the power to restrain her was not that strong now.

He had a handsome face and a evil smile, the whole body was filled with a slight smell of wine.

“Of course. At least I will not leave you in prison for three years and even didn’t care about you. Who can be crueler than my elder brother? Right? Come on, I have been thinking about you for three years! Let me kiss you. " Nicola said and held her quickly to the side of the bed. And he boldly threw himself over her.

“Wait...Wait a moment!” She withstood his approaching chest with her fingers and tried to stop him.

“What’s wrong?” Nicola was getting impatient.