Buried Love

However, no one heard the screaming in my heart. Mona's cold voice was the only thing that I heard. "You're too soft-hearted, Hudson. We've been planning for so long just for this day. We can't stop short now.”

"Have you forgotten how Sean took everything from you? If it wasn't for his mother, your secret as an illegitimate son would never have been exposed and your mother wouldn't have died. You would have married the woman you love, and would never have been kicked out of the Langdons!”

"Don't worry. Once everything ends, I will make it up to Sean."

I was trembling and convulsing despite my numb limbs. It felt like a thousand needles were piercing into my body. I could taste the blood in my mouth and could only swallow the blood I was supposed to spit out. I did not want Mona to make anything up to me!

All I wanted was for her to let me out. I would willingly give up my position as heir and leave this place as far as possible to never come between them again.

Hudson sounded like he was crying as he choked back a sob, "You're so good to me, Mona. Every time I get sad and broken-hearted, you’ll agitate Sheila on purpose to get her to torture Sean. You even managed to convince her to share pictures and video recordings of the torture sessions.”

"Every time I see Sean getting injured all over from being beaten up and begging for the beating to be stopped, and then starved for three days and three nights while locked inside the closet, only to be released looking completely dehydrated, it makes me feel better."

Mona hugged Hudson tight in her arms and could not help sighing, "It's worth hurting Sean a million times over if it means cheering you up. He owes you that much."

Tears streamed down my face inside the coffin. It felt like my heart had collapsed after being smashed by a hammer. Was that how Mona had always seen me? How could someone be so cruel? It never occurred to me that she was the mastermind behind every torture session I suffered.

Mona had always been loving, but the truth was, she had been keeping video recordings and pictures of me being tortured behind my back to make another man happy.

Tears fell from my eyes and onto the wood as I laughed silently, and they vanished as the wood absorbed the moisture. I wonder if it was because of my intense misery that my body suddenly burst with the sudden force of energy I never knew I had.

My fingers could move! I just wanted to live, no matter how much I hated that adulterous pair. I scratched the wood below me in the coffin and left several marks while weak sounds of scratching could be heard. I hoped fervently that they could hear the movement inside the coffin.

The next second, I lost all hope when I heard passionate kissing coming from outside. I could feel a man's back being pressed hard against the top of the coffin, and I used all my remaining energy to knock on the wood with my finger.

However, no one outside could hear me as they were in a passionate embrace. The moaning and panting of a man and a woman intertwined as they kept jostling the coffin, which creaked continuously from their movement.

Every attempt at calling for help was easily drowned out by the noises they made. Mona's body thrusted continuously while murmuring loving words, "Have you any idea how long I've been waiting for this day, Hudson? I've finally managed to wait for the day you give up Sheila to marry me. I had to bear the disgust of seducing Sean for you. You're all I could think about during that night when I was with him."

I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth to force myself not to listen to those disgusting noises out there. I thought that my will to live was stronger than my hate for them, but I was wrong. I was filled with hate for them.

My hate for Mona was as strong as my love for her before. I hated myself even more for falling in love with two women who did not hold back when it came to hurting me.

I had no idea how much time had passed before it was finally quiet outside. Just as I had given up all hope, a small crack suddenly opened.