Tears, silent tears were running down her face, she looked beside her at the man snoring lightly on the bed, he looked peaceful, after ruining her completely.

She looked at her body and there were bruise marks, her thighs were covered in bruises, her dress was completely ripped and there was blood dripping down from her private area.

Dimitri had taken her virginity in a brutal way. He'd raped her Because he wanted revenge He wanted revenge on Cara, for what? She did not know.

She was still crying silently, wondering how her life had come to this when he stirred beside her.

His head was pounding hard, he barely opened his eyes, and he realized he was inside the room, but whose room.

The memory from the past hour was hazy, he remembered going to Vera's grave and drinking himself to stupor before he decided to come home to.... Cara

Oh shit, he sprang up and almost regretted his movement because his head was splitting, he looked around him and that's when he saw her.

She was sitting just a few inches away from him, she was almost naked, her dress was ripped and she was crying.

He looked at himself and he was shirtless, his pants zipper was undone and that was all he needed to know what he'd just done.

His eyes moved back to her and she was crying silently, she hadn't looked at him, she couldn't look at him, not after what he did to her.

There was blood on the sheets and he already knew who they belonged to.

He willed himself and got up, he couldn't even say anything to her, what would he even say to her? He walked out of the room with his head down and ringing in his ears.

He walked towards his own room before going in and shutting the door behind him, he relaxed his back on the door and slid down to the ground.

His head was pounding, his mind was hazy, he was drunk yes but he remembered everything he'd done.

He'd raped her The one thing he never thought he'd do to anyone in this life, he did to her. Because he was angry.

And the worse thing was, Ivan was right She's not Cara, they look alike but she's not Cara. He knew this because for a fact, Cara's married, has been for years now, but the person he just touched was virgin before he did.

He was her first, she's definitely not Cara. He felt the pain in his chest, he had a tight caving in his chest.

What had he done? Ivan warned him but he didn't listen Now he'd acted on impulse and anger. He'd raped her

Was Ivan right? Had he become Fabio without knowing it? How would he face Ivan? What would he tell him, he knew how Ivan felt about this girl and now he had forcefully had his way with her.

He sat there for what felt like hours thinking hard about what he had done. He was shaking. He was losing his mind

Her tears stricken face was haunting him, the look she had on when she looked at him, he knew she hated him now. If she didn't hate him before, she hated him now.

All the things he had done to her was surfacing to him now, all the tortures and humiliation, but he knew none of them was as big as what he'd done now.

How would he even face her. His men, if they ever knew of this, he'd lose the respect they all have for him.

He was never one in support of forcing a woman sexually, but he had done so himself. He cut off Vlad's fingers because he wanted to touch her but now he had done the same thing.

It'll haunt him forever, what he'd just done will haunt him forever.

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Ivan walked into the house, it was eerily quiet, he knew no one was in before he left, save for Cara

Thinking about her, he smiled to himself at the memory of what happened before he left, he'd kissed her.

He was going to tell her how he felt, he was sure of it now, he was going to confess now. He was in love with her, he'd never felt this way for anyone in all his life.

He'd seen Dimitri's car outside, he knew he was back, he felt the pain his cousin was feeling. Today was Vera's death anniversary.

He breathe in before walking upstairs to go meet Cara, he was going to come clean to her today, everything including why Dimitri had kidnapped her and his theory that she wasn't Cara, he wanted to know who she was.

He walked towards her room and knocked on it before opening it and walking in. He stopped dead in his track when he saw her, the whole bed was messed up.

He walked further into the room and found her seated on the bed, she was crying, her dress was ripped. What the fuck happened to her, as he got closer to her, he realized there were bruise marks in her body and thighs, she didn't even look at him.

Even as he got close and sat close to her on the bed, she still didn't move. Looking closely at her he realized, She was bleeding, there was blood on her thighs and on the bed was..... Dimitri's shirt.

The air was knocked out of him, he didn't even need to ask her what happened, he reached out for her face and turned her to face him, she was crying, her eyes were red and swollen, her eyes looked broken.

Dimitri raped her. His cousin Raped the woman he loved. His head felt heavy, his chest felt tight. He couldn't breathe.

Why did Dimitri do this? Dimitri had crossed the line. He had become exactly what he was fighting against.

He mustered up the strength and walked into the bathroom, he filled a bowl with water and took one of the small towels before going back into the room.

He bent down in front of her. "Cara, I'm going to clean you up now, if you don't feel comfortable with me doing it, tell me and I'd stop" he said trying to keep his emotions in check.

She didn't say anything, she just looked at him with tears. He took the towel and soaked it with water before he started cleaning her thighs gently, she flinched at the cold contact but relaxed after a while

Looking at him cleaning her up, her heart broke. She knew he was hurting, even if he tried to hide it. What did she do to deserve all this?

Dimitri had left her room over 30 minutes ago, he didn't say anything to her and she didn't even want him to.

In between her legs was on fire, she was in pains, she felt like someone had ripped her open.

Ivan cleaned her up as best as he could all the while avoiding her private area, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable in any way.

He left to pour out the water and hang the towel back to it's normal position, before he turned on the water in the tub for her.

He put it hot so it would relax her muscles. He walked back into the bedroom and saw her still sitting in the same position as before not moving.

He walked towards her and bent down to look at her. "Cara, there's water in the tub for you, you need to wash off, I can't do that for you, you'll have to do it yourself" he whispered gently to her, she just looked at him "please Cara, are you going to be okay on your own"? He asked, she didn't say anything, she just nodded her head and stood up.

Her legs were shaky, she hadn't really moved since, she was swaying so Ivan held her up and supported her movement before walking her to the bathroom.

He left her to go inside at the door and walked back to the room, the bed really looked rumpled, he knew she'd struggled a whole fucking lot.

There were blood stains on the sheets, he took it off and replaced it with a new one, made the bed properly, then brought out new set of clothes for her to wear.

He walked towards the bathroom door "Cara, I'll be back in a few minutes, I need to do a few laundry" he voiced out, he didn't get a reply but he knew she'd heard him.

He left and took the sheets with him to the laundry room. He passed by Dimitri's room but he didn't bother stopping, he was going to talk to him but that would have to wait.

He needed to make sure Cara was okay first. She was a virgin, before Dimitri touched her, she was a virgin. Another huge plus one that she isn't Cara. Cara is married and for sure Lorenzo wouldn't leave his wife wandering about untouched.

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He had finished with the laundry and walked back to the room, he entered gently and saw her already asleep, she looked at peace but there were dried tears on her face.

He gently sat beside her on the bed, he took away the hair on her face, she stirred a bit before relaxing back.

He took the covers and covered her body well, she would catch a cold if she didn't cover up well.

He turned off the lights and kissed her forehead before getting up and walking out of the room. Now he was going to have a really long talk with Dimitri.

He walked towards his room and knocked on it, Dimitri heard the knock but he didn't feel like getting up and besides the door wasn't locked

He was sitting on the couch, he'd been drowning himself in self pity and guilt all evening.

Ivan knocked again before realizing the door was in fact unlocked, he opened it and walked in, and saw his cousin sitting on the couch with whiskey in front of him.

He scoffed before walking into the room, he only stopped when he was right in front of Dimitri "What are you doing here"? He asked but instead of Ivan to answer he balled his fist and before Dimitri could even make out what was happening, Ivan's fist came in contact with his face.

His face received the impact with great intensity, he didn't expect it at all. Before he could react Ivan hit him again.

"What the fuck did you do to her"? He asked his voice trembling, all the pain he'd been feeling since he saw Cara like that, he would unleash it.

Dimitri didn't want to fight his cousin because he knew if he did, Ivan would have most of the impact.

Dimitri just let him keep hitting him, he could taste the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, he deserved everything he was getting.

Punch after punch, Ivan felt himself getting more aggravated, tears were beginning to blind his vision. He was crying, he was in pains and anguish. Why did Dimitri have to hurt him like this?

Dimitri could feel the tear drops on his face, each punch Ivan landed was with tears. He knew he had hurt his cousin pretty bad. He knew he had hit a nerve and Ivan might never forgive him for what he did. He didn't intend to, he never intended to hurt him.

He stopped and dropped to the floor on his knees, his shoulder shook as he kept crying. Dimitri sat up and he put his hands around his cousin's shoulder

"Why did you do it Dimitri"? He croaked out not able to contain it.

Dimitri didn't have an answer for it. All he knows is that he is sorry, he regretted it.

"I'm sorry Ivan" he whispered He really was sorry.