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Ruin Me,King Owen

Arita Miles has spent her life unwanted, mocked for a face she never chose and ignored by those who should have loved her. Loneliness is all she knows—until the most popular girl in school offers friendship, and Arita dares to believe things are changing. Instead, betrayal and cruelty leave her more broken than before. Then King Owen notices her. A feared and admired music icon, King offers Arita protection, status, and the life she has always dreamed of—in exchange for something only she can give. What begins as salvation may become her ruin.
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Chapter 1

Arita POV

My boyfriend's eighteenth birthday is today. He had told me he had no plan of celebrating it since it falls on the same day his parents died in a ghostly accident.

It has always been like that, not celebrating his birthday. But today I wanted to make it different. I planned to surprise him,to make this birthday a memorable one for him. I had saved some amount of money that would be enough to get him some gifts.

In a joyous mood, I boarded a cab going to the next neighborhood, his house. The place wasn't that far but it wasn't trekable either.

When I got to my boyfriend's house, which was supposed to be as silent as a graveyard, I met something else. The compound was bubbling with high hip hop music, with crowds rocking and dancing to the beat of the music.

I stopped, staring at everything, the glittering lights at the front of the house, arranged chairs, and lots of people.

My breath froze. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Was I in the wrong house?" I questioned.

My legs dragged their way inside his house, my eyes taking in every decorated angle with disbelief. This wasn't an impromptu party. It was a planned one, for it takes days for these decorations to be fixed.

At the living room, there were boys and girls exactly my age, some kissing, others stroking the cock of their guy, a few giving blow jobs, and at the far corner were two ladies sucking on each other's pussy.

My pussy tingled at the sight of everything, forgetting that I was here to look for my boyfriend.

My boyfriend has always behaved too holy. Seeing these people here made me wonder who he truly is.

I moved further away from the living room and when I was just a few distances to his room, I heard a loud moan coming from inside, making me stop to listen.

"Fuck me Ray."

"Fuck my pussy till it gets sour."

"Spank my ass daddy."

Ray is my boyfriend of two years and there is no way he is the same person banging another girl.

I instantly ran to the door. It was wide open and just like I had heard, my boyfriend was fucking a red haired lady from the back.

He folded her hands to her back while his dick moved faster in her opening.

No one noticed at first that I was in the room as they were too engrossed in their sexual satisfaction. The red haired lady kept screaming and moaning out loud.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Ray, the same guy who never touched me, the same guy who had told me he wasn't in a haste to have sex. Even when I felt the urge to be touched by a guy, he always turned me down, and now he is here fucking another lady like he was a pornstar.

I dropped the gift I was holding mistakenly, drawing their attention to me.

He stared at me with no remorse. He withdrew his dick from her hole. I thought he was coming to apologize, that it was the devil's work, but none of that happened.

His dick went into the red haired girl just like it had cane out. He fucked her while looking at me,spanking her ass and touching her lnipple at the same time.

Angrily, I grabbed the red haired girl by the hair, yanking her off his dick.

"Leave me alone bitch," the girl screamed, but I didn't let go.

Ray stood up from the bed, his dick dangling as he walked to where I stood. He grabbed my hand, loosened my grip, freeing her.

"You can go," he instructed the girl while I watched her pack her clothes hurriedly.

"You disgust me Ray," I screamed with every hurt and pain in me.

He chuckled, making me wonder what was funny. "If anyone is to talk of disgust, it should be me. Have you ever checked yourself in the mirror and seen how ugly you look? You look like the ugliest thing on earth."

Tears rolled down my eyes as those hurtful words left his mouth. This same boy had been the only one I loved, the only one I believed loved me among my peers.

I am Arita Miles, the ugly girl with big pus on her face. I didn't choose to be born this way. It wasn't my fault. Why did everyone blame me for this face I never asked for?

"You said you loved me regardless of my face," I reminded him, more tears rolling out of my eyes.

"Well, that love broke the moment you disobeyed me and came to my house on my birthday. Do you want my friends laughing at me, that I have an ugly girl as a girlfriend?"

"I'm sorry. I promise I won't go out till they leave," I begged even though I wasn't wrong.

He yanked my hand off him and walked out of my sight.

No, I can't lose him. He is the only one that made me have hope that I can be loved. I rushed to him, grabbed his legs, and pleaded again. "Please, I promise to always obey you."

"Then get out of my sight," he said, pushing me to the floor.

I stood up again and took the gift that had fallen from my hands. "Ray, I got you this," I shouted so he could hear me as he was just about leaving.

He turned. "Place it on the table and get out," he said with all cruelty.

I smiled. At least he collected my gift. Maybe he is just mad.

I will leave and come back later.

My hands placed the gift on the table with a little note.

I stepped out of his room, ready to leave for my house, but everyone that didn't notice my presence when I walked in earlier were all staring at me.

I saw the red haired girl pointing at me. I guessed she might have explained what happened.

Everyone's faces curled up in disgust, as if I was some plague they should all stay away from.

"Where do you know this ugly duckling Ray?" the boy in white said, making everyone roll out with laughter.

"At the trash can, I guess," one of the lesbian ladies added.

Everyone laughed again.

I ran outside. I couldn't bear their hurtful words again. It hurt so bad.

I ran my way home, not caring how far the distance was. It was as if heaven was against me. The rain started pouring heavily, drenching me as I cried my way home.

My clothes were soaked with rainwater when I got home. I was already shivering.

I stepped inside, pulled off my clothes, and stood in front of the mirror, staring at my naked self.

I wasn't endowed with beauty but have big boobs and a big butt, but putting on big clothes has always covered my shape. I touched my boobs that were as cold as eyes,I needed to feel warm. 

The only way I can achieve that is by doing what I know best to do.

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