The Three Brothers Used Me, So I Burned Them to Hell

I never thought my own husband would use me like that.

Julius Wattson, the man who always avoided touching me, suddenly turned into a monster in bed every night when the lights were off. Five days. Five nights. No protection. No mercy. I could barely stand when it finally ended. I was stupid enough to think he wanted a family with me. I even held that pregnancy test like it was some kind of miracle.

I went to his office to tell him. I wanted him to be proud of me, just once in my life.

But before I even opened the door, I heard them laughing. Julius. Andrei. Jonas. The fraternal triplets born into one of the strongest mafia families in the city. The Wattson. Men feared everywhere else, but inside that lounge they were just cruel boys playing a sick game.

Violet Scott sat between them. His childhood sweetheart. His first love and mistress. Their favorite toy. Her voice was sweet, but every word cut like a knife.

You three spoil me too much. I only asked one thing. I wanted to see whose baby Lara would end up carrying. But you guys were pretty harsh on her during those five days. Think shell panic when she finds out the father is a mystery?

Julius laughed like he was proud of it. Panic? She should thank us, right bro? You shouldve seen how happy she looked, thinking I finally wanted a kid.

Andrei said, To be honest, Lara is really hot! Fuck. You are the only man crazy enough to share your wife with your brothers, Julius.

Jonas snorted and slapped the table. Come on. Lets bet on who got her pregnant. Losers buy jewelry and island for Violet at the auction. Minimum three hundred million.

Violet watched them argue like it was a show meant for her. She looked toward the blinds and smirked at me. Like she knew I was there. Like she planned all of this.

Julius, what if Lara finds out the baby is not yours? she asked with fake concern.

He shrugged. Then we say she cheated. Even if she knew the truth, she wouldnt dare open her mouth.

Then he pulled out a stack of photos. Laid them on the table like trophies.

Andrei whistled. Shiit yeah! Her face is clear. If people see these, shes done.

Jonas said, These look like those nasty photos. She looks like a desperate little slut.

Violet picked one up, glanced at it with disgust, and flicked it away. The photo slid right under the door and landed at my feet.

My whole body went cold. Like someone unplugged my soul.

I picked the photo up with shaking hands. I hid it in my sleeve. I tried to pretend I still had some dignity left. But tears kept falling. I could not stop them.

Julius never wanted me. His grandfather forced him to marry me. All these years, he barely spoke to me, let alone touched me. So when he finally came to me that night, I thought he cared. I knew there was something in the wine, but I still drank it. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to be loved.

For five days, I let myself hope. I let myself pretend. I responded to him because I wanted a child and I wanted him.

I didnt even know when one of his brothers took his place. I didnt know when the camera flashed. I didnt know anything. I was just a toy they passed around because Violet wanted to see what would happen.

I ran out of the building like something was chasing me. People looked at me, but all I saw in their eyes was the image from those photos. I felt naked. Shamed. Ruined.

I covered my head and ran. Every step hurts. Every breath felt like glass. A few minutes on the street felt like a lifetime.

I had never felt so broken in my life.

When I got home, I didnt even take off my shoes. I went straight to the shredder and shoved that photo over and over. I watched it disappear in tiny strips. If it were possible, I would have shredded myself too.

The door slammed hard behind me. I jumped like someone fired a gun. I turned and saw Julius standing there, shaking off his coat like nothing in our world was broken.

Did you get your period this month? he asked casually, like he was asking what I ate for lunch.

I stared at him. W what?

He laughed, low and smooth, leaning closer like he was trying to charm me. Babe, it was five straight days and it's been five weeks already. I know what Im capable of. Come on. Lets get you checked at the hospital.

He didnt even let me reply. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the garage.

I sat in the passenger seat in a fog, staring at nothing. He sighed like he was dealing with a child and reached over to buckle my seatbelt.

I grabbed his hand without thinking. Were checking if Im pregnant? Julius Do you actually want a baby with me?

For a second, he softened his expression. He rubbed my head gently, as if he was my loving husband instead of the man who destroyed me.

Of course I do, he said. A girl like you. A boy like me. If possible, I wanted triplets too. That would be perfect, right?

If I hadnt heard him, Andrei, and Jonas laughing about me at the company, I might have believed him. That was the worst part. He was good at pretending.

When we got to the hospital, Violet was already there. And the brothers. Andrei and Jonas. The three mafia princes of the Wattson family. They leaned against the wall like they owned the whole building. Their eyes were full of hidden laughter.

Andrei gave me a slow look from head to toe. Jonas smirked. It made my stomach twist.

They heard you might be pregnant. They wanted to congratulate you. Julius pulled me behind him.

The blood test didnt take long. The result was exactly what I already knew.

I was pregnant.

Julius held the report like it was a bomb and he was calculating how to use it. His face was impossible to read. Violet, though, looked annoyed, like the result ruined her day.

Then Julius lifted his gaze to the doctor. Can we do a paternity test right now?

Sir its only been five weeks. The doctor blinked. Technically we can, but we dont recommend it

Do it. Julius cut him off.

The doctor hesitated. The only method this early is a uterine puncture. It is dangerous for both the mother and the fetus. No anesthesia can be used. It will be extremely painful. Sir, perhaps you should consider waiting.

Then skip the anesthesia. Julius frowned, annoyed his order wasnt being followed instantly. Just do the fucking test! Did I stutter?

The doctor turned to me. His eyes were sad, like he already knew what kind of life I had.

I forced myself to smile, Do it.

And that was it. No one in that room cared about the pain except me.

It took a whole week before the paternity results would be ready. But they didnt care. The auction was coming up and that stupid bet mattered more than my body or my pain.

People in the hospital started whispering before the test was even finished.

When the doctor was done taking Juliuss hair, he suddenly said, Get Andreis and Jonass hair too. Put all five in the samples.

The whole hallway went silent for a moment. Then the whispers exploded.

Three men? Damn! Shes something else.

No wonder hes dragging his five-weeks pregnant wife in for a paternity test. Man doesnt even know if the kids his.

Her husband is rich and good looking. And she still cheats? If I were him, Id throw her out and let the dog eat her bones.

Even the doctor, who pitied me earlier, looked disgusted now. When he did the uterine puncture, he didnt bother hiding how rough he was. No anesthesia. No comfort. Just pain. Sharp, stabbing pain that made my vision twist. Tears slid out even when I tried to hold them back.

I had to hold the wall to keep myself from collapsing as I walked out of the room.

Julius saw me and came toward me as if he actually cared. He reached out as if he would support me.

But then Violet came running out, crying dramatically. Andrei and Jonas hurried behind her like loyal guard dogs.

Julius dropped me. Literally let go of me. I fell to the floor hard and the pain intensified.

Go home on your own, he said. Ill check on Violet.

Then he ran after her without a second look back. I laughed inside my own head. Of course. That is who he truly cares about. The people watching me were enjoying every second.

Slut! No wonder your husband left you.

Hey, sweetheart, give me your number. How much do you charge? 5 bucks? I can afford you.

Charge? Please. She probably does it for free. Just call her and shell crawl over. A face like that wanted men so much.

I pushed myself up using the armrest, kept my head down, and walked out. Step by step. Like a ghost.

By the time I got home in a taxi, the sky was already dark.

I grabbed the doorknob to steady myself. The moment I opened the door, a thick, humid scent hit me. Sex. Sweat. Perfume.

And then I heard it.

Violet and Julius. Their voices. Their moans. Their rhythm.

I slammed the door shut so hard the frame rattled. I leaned against the wall, slid down, covered my ears with my hands.

Enough. Enough! I didnt want to hear any of it anymore.

Minutes passed. Maybe five. Maybe ten. I lost track.

Then the door opened again.

Violet stood there wearing almost nothing. Skin flushed. Her neck was covered in marks from Juliuss mouth. She looked proud of it. Like she wanted me to see every bruise he gave her.

And I just sat there on the floor, staring up at her, feeling like the smallest creature alive.

I could hear water running in the bathroom Julius showered after being with her.

Violet leaned against the doorframe like she owned the place, staring down at me sitting on the floor.

Her voice dripped with poison. I know youve been trying so hard to get pregnant with Juliuss kid. Throwing yourself at him like youre desperate for scraps.

She smirked. Well, now you finally got one in your belly. Happy? You really think that means anything? One word from me and all three of them could take you at once. If Im bored enough, I can even send you to the tiger pits. Theyd tear you apart in minutes. Want that?

She slowly stepped toward me, and I backed away instinctively like a scared animal.

She kept going. Julius married you, sure. But he loves me. You should see his face when hes inside me. He actually enjoys it. You? Youre nothing but a warm body for him to use when hes annoyed.

Her eyes sparkled with something sharp; sick, twisted jealousy.

In my head I almost laughed. Shes jealous theres a chance, just a chance, this baby might be Juliuss.*

Not because of what they did to me. Not because I survived three men. Just because my child could be the heir she cant give. Yes, Violet was barren.

I placed my hand on my stomach without thinking.

That tiny motion lit her up like gasoline.

Its a bastard! We dont even know which brother knocked you up. What the hell are you proud of?

I lowered my head, forcing myself to play stupid. Julius was still in the shower. I couldnt afford to make this worse.

Violet what are you talking about? I whispered. I dont know anything. Julius just told me to do the test. But I I know the babys his. Are you that insecure because you're barren? Poor you.

Her eyes snapped wide. Jealousy twisted her whole face.

Who told you you could carry his child?! Huh! she screamed. Who gave you the right? If I cant have his baby, then you sure as hell wont either!

Before I could react, she shoved me. Hard.

My body flew backward, and I tumbled down the stairs. Pain exploded everywhere, sharpest in my stomach. I curled instinctively, but it didnt help. Every step I hit felt like knives.

The crash mustve been loud. Julius came running out, water dripping from his hair, his expression tight.

Before I could even breathe, Violet dropped to the floor like she was the victim.

She wailed loudly, Lara, Ive always respected you! I came to help you clean because youre pregnant! Why did you try to hit me?

She pointed at me like she was terrified and cried. Why did you throw yourself down the stairs? Are you trying to accuse me of something? I didnt push you! Julius, I swear, I didnt touch her! Why is she doing this to me?

Violet suddenly looked back like she had just noticed Julius standing there. Her voice turned soft and shaky right away. Im okay, Julius dont worry about me. Just check on Lara. She she fell by accident.

She even made her lower lip tremble a little.

Juliuss eyes flicked to the red marks on her skin, and something ugly; guilt, fear, and possession crossed his face. He ripped his coat off and wrapped it around her shoulders like she was made of glass.

Violet, did you get hurt? Ill take you to the hospital right now.

Im I'm fine, she whispered. My leg just hurts a bit. But Laras injury looks worse

The moment she said that, Juliuss whole expression changed. He turned to me with that cold mafia stare that always meant punishment.

Get up, he snapped. I heard everything. Violet was trying to help you, and you repay her like this? Ungrateful bitch!

I was still on the floor, dizzy, my stomach twisting so bad I couldnt breathe right. I tried to force out the truth, my lips shaking. No I didnt she pushed me

Julius cut me off before I could finish.

Stop acting! he barked. You think Im stupid enough to believe your little victim story? Violet cant even open a bottle without asking for help. Theres no way she pushed you. Shes too gentle. Too kind. Why would she hurt you?

His voice dropped into that low, dangerous tone he usually used in the warehouse when someone crossed him.

When did you fucking become this kind of woman, Lara? Twisting things. Lying. Vicious.

He didnt even wait for my answer. He just scooped Violet into his arms and started carrying her downstairs like some damn princess.

As he passed me, he kicked me aside hard like I was blocking his path. Stay there if you want. Dont get in my way.

Violet peeked over his shoulder, gave me a tiny smirk, and tightened her arms around his neck then I heard the front door slam. Next the car engine. Then silence.

For a second, I really thought Id pass out on the stairs. But I couldnt. Even the maids were only watching me.

My stomach was cramping so sharply it felt something inside me was tearing apart. Julius wouldnt come back for me. And if I stayed there, Id bleed out like a stray dog in his stairwell.

I forced myself to breathe, clung to the railing, and pulled myself up. Walking was torture, but I didnt stop. I didnt even dare call a taxi. What if something spilled out of me on the way? What if the driver threw me out?

So I walked. Bent over, holding my stomach, every step a knife.

By the time I stumbled inside the nearest hospital, my whole lower half was soaked in blood. The nurse on duty gasped and rushed me in right away.

The doctor pulled up my file and sighed like he already knew the ending. The baby is only five weeks old, he said. A puncture this early of course the uterus contracted. And you fell down the stairs too? The pregnancy wont survive this.

He checked me again and his face hardened.

Youre lucky you even made it here. You were bleeding out. Another hour and you wouldve died.

I let out a long breath; relief, not sorrow.

Then I laughed a little. Quiet. Broken.

Doctor please give me an abortion. Now.

His brows lifted, surprised.

But I wasnt. The moment I learned the truth about the triplets used me about everything the thing inside me felt like poison, not a child.

Losing it wasnt a tragedy. It was freedom. This baby wasnt a blessing It was a nightmare.

And I was finally waking up.

I got home the next day. I already knew Julius and Violet wouldnt be there. The second I walked in, the place reeked. Sheets twisted, clothes everywhere. They didnt even bother cleaning up after their little celebration.

I stepped around the mess, stomach turning, and went straight to the bathroom. I showered once twice I lost count after the fifth time. But that smell wouldnt leave me. Men. Sweat. Sex. Blood.

And somewhere in all of it the faint scent of the baby I didnt get to keep.

I scrubbed until my skin hurt. Still felt dirty. Still felt wrong. Finally I just snapped. I grabbed whatever I could reach and smashed it against the floor.

Perfume bottles, shampoo, the damn mirror.

Then I slid down into the tub and cried like I was choking on my own lungs.

After a while, when the crying stopped hurting, I thought about my parents.

They were so happy for me when Julius proposed.

I was happy too stupidly happy. I picked every piece of my dowry myself. My parents paid for all of it.

Mom only added one thing a brown file bag.

On my wedding day, she pulled me aside and handed it to me.

Lara, she said softly, I know this marriage isnt built on love. But your father and I still want you to be happy. If one day youre not just come home. Were still here. Youll always have us.

Then she touched my cheek. But I hope that day never comes.

I looked around at the wreck of my life. The stains on the sheets. The bruises on my arms. The empty house that used to feel like a dream.

And I realized that day had already come.

I got up and ran to the study. I tore through drawers until I found the file bag my mom gave me on my wedding day.

And inside? Inside was a divorce agreement.

Already signed by Julius. I didnt know how my parents pulled that off in a mafia family like his, but they did. The property split was fair. More than fair.

My hands were shaking, but I still signed my name like Id been waiting my whole life to do it. Right then my phone rang. Juliuss name flashed on the screen.

His voice was weirdly careful. Lara you alright?

I stared at the wall. Should I not be?

Oh good. Good, you're fine. He let out a breath, pretending to be relieved. Look, I was rough on you the other day. I lost my head when I saw Violet hurt.

He sounded like he was trying to apologize without actually apologizing. It was almost funny.

I went back to look for you, he went on, but you were already gone. So I thought youre fine.

Do you need anything else? I asked flatly.

That tone made him snap again, the real Julius showing through.

Im already apologizing! What else do you want? His voice sharpened, that cold mafia bite slipping in. And lets not forget you were the one in the wrong. Im calling to tell you Violet forgives you for pushing her. She even wants you at the auction tonight. She and my brothers are planning to buy baby gifts for you. But look at your attitude. Violets ten times softer than you.

I let him talk. I didnt say a word.

Noticing my silence, he softened again. Alright, stop dragging this out. Violets leg is injured. Im with her, taking care of her. Ill send the driver for you later.

He hung up.

A second later, my phone buzzed again.

Violet.

Violet: Lara, you better come. I prepared something big for you. You know, I like you right? Remember the photos of you with the three brothers? Nude photos. Your slut face. Theyll be the final auction item. No blur. Everyone will see everything.

Then she sent the photos. Dozens. My phone kept vibrating until I dropped it on the floor.

All the courage I had from signing the divorce it vanished. Just dissolved into nothing.

I really thought losing the baby meant I could finally move on. But as long as Julius and his brothers Andrei and Jonas and Violet still existed in my life, Id never escape this nightmare.

My whole body started shaking. I fell to my knees and called my parents.

The moment I heard their gentle voices, all the walls in me cracked. When they asked how I was I broke. I told them everything. Every ugly piece of it.

At the end, I begged through tears, Dad, Mom can I divorce him? I dont want to stay with him anymore. Please.

Their voices trembled too.

Oh, sweetheart youve suffered too much. Were sending the driver right now. Youre coming home tonight. Well handle everything else. Just rest when you get here. Everything will be alright.

Juliuss driver arrived first. I handed him the file bag.

For him, I said. Nothing more.

Then I got into my parents car and didnt look back.

My phone kept ringing during the ride. Julius again and again. I pulled out the SIM card and threw it out the window.

Meanwhile at the auction, things were wrapping up. Julius kept checking the entrance, face getting darker each minute I didnt walk in.

His assistant rushed over, holding the file bag.

Sir, he whispered, head low, Mrs. Wattson said this is what she wanted delivered. She said you should keep it first shell be here later.

Hearing that, Julius actually smiled soft, doting, the way he never smiled at me.

He opened the file bag slowly.

And when he saw what was inside A divorce agreement with my signature and the tiny life of a baby inside a jar the smile died on his face instantly.

At the same time, the auctioneers hammer slammed twice.

Ladies and gentlemen, he announced,

our final item of the night