You Can't Run! My Beautiful Bride.

It was evening and darkness covered New York City, and Taylor returned to her home. She is white, tall, with a plump body, blue eyes with blond hair, in her early forties, strong and reliable. She is now very happy with her husband, Richard, especially after her struggle with her ex-husband, Jerry. Cooper, she arrived home and wanted to take a warm bath and spend a hot night with her husband, Richard.

She is still young and Richard is the same age as him, and because he has an attractive, athletic body that made her fall in love with him, she was going straight to her room, but she decided to take a look at her daughter, Amelia's room. ", 18 years old, was her daughter from her ex-husband, Jerry Cooper, and he treated her badly.

But since Taylor moved into Richard's house and he has been treating Amelia like his daughter, unlike her real father, Amelia turned eighteen two days ago, and during this year that she spent with Richard she transformed from a child and teenager to an adult and adult female, and became the owner of a tempting body.

She went to her daughter's room quietly to kiss her goodnight, moving slowly so as not to wake her. Her daughter's room was on the second floor, in the first room after going up the stairs. When she entered, she was shocked by what she saw. Richard was trying to harass Amelia while she was sleeping. Amelia was wearing a bra. The bra and shorts were short cotton that barely covered her thighs but Richard removed the bra to reveal her tempting breasts and played his fingers through her little red pussy and all this while Amelia was asleep.

Taylor shouted in shock: "Richard, how dare you?"

Richard realized that he had been hunted and that his wife had discovered his betrayal and his attempt to molest her young daughter. Taylor took his hand and left in front of the room, but Taylor was shouting angrily and hitting his chest with her hand, but he grabbed both of her hands and said seductively and with a panting mouth: "Instead of thanking me for protecting you and your daughter from homelessness, I came." Come to my house, she will be mine, Taylor, that sexy girl who makes my body hot and uncontrollable."

Taylor was not aware of the truth about Richard. He is also a liar and a fraud. All men are liars and go after what they want. Taylor shouted angrily: "I will take my daughter and leave you, you wretched bastard!"

Meanwhile, Richard looked angrily at Taylor and threw her from the second floor.

Amelia woke up in the morning. Richard used to give her a sleeping pill in her milk every day so that he could get close to her. So she did not know what happened yesterday with her mother, but she was surprised that she was wet and as if she was having sex. Her bra was far from her and she was in a messy state. She ignored She went and took a shower, but as soon as she left her room, she knew what had happened and felt shocked.

Richard came, faking tears and crying: "My daughter, yesterday your mother fell down the stairs and became very ill."

Amelia cried and ran downstairs, especially to her mother's room. Richard took her to the hospital and learned that she had been paralyzed and would not be able to speak. She was dead but breathing. He brought her home and decided to take advantage of her condition to get closer to Amelia.

Amelia cried and approached her in pain: "Mom, what happened!"

Taylor was just looking with her eyes, until her tears fell, unable to tell her the truth about the man in front of her, and that he was not who she thought, because Amelia considered him her father.

Richard approached her and hugged her seductively while touching her thigh: "Do not worry, my daughter. Your father is here and will not leave you or your mother. I will pay all the money for her recovery and for her to return to us again."

Amelia smiled painfully as she hugged him: "Thank you, Papa Richard. You are the best ever."

******

Weeks and days passed and Amelia became more attractive and charming, and this made Richard thirst for her like a stray dog. How could he not be attracted to her when she was charming, with blue eyes, blond hair, and bright white skin, a girl like an angel and a woman of complete femininity.

One day, he put the sleeping pill as usual in a cup of milk and headed with it to Amelia's room, and after half an hour he went to her room, full of desire that today he would make her his and would not be satisfied with just caresses, so all he did was play with her breast, and pass his fingers over the seeding point until it dripped and became wet.

Richard wanted Amelia's virginity. He knew that she was an innocent girl, who had never kissed any man or approached anyone, and had never dated anyone before, so she remained a virgin.

But that night, Amelia did not drink milk, and she kept crying until she fell asleep. Richard entered the room with his chest bare, wearing only shorts. The room was a little dark, and the dim light from the side lamp cast faint shadows on the walls. He removed the covers from Amelia's body, and continued to examine her hungrily and seductively, wondering how she became more charming every day.

He began to caress her pussy with his fingers, and his breath grew hotter as he came closer to touch her tender lips. His body was tense, and his face expressed irrepressible lust. Suddenly, Amelia woke up and realized what he was trying to do. She pushed Richard away in extreme fear, her eyes wide in shock, tears falling abundantly as she cried and shouted in a trembling voice: "What are you doing here?"

Richard stammered, his eyes full of guilt and confusion, his lips trembling: "My daughter... I... I was...."

Amelia shouted angrily, her facial features distorted with sadness and fear, her lips trembling bitterly: "Damn you, don't say daughter, I hate you all, get out of here!"

Richard ignored her words and looked at the cup of milk on the table, and asked her questioningly, trying to regain his balance: "Why didn't you drink the milk?"

Amelia screamed angrily, her eyes shining with hatred, and her body trembling with fear: "Go, you bastard. You were hypnotizing me to try to get close to me. Get out, you are filthy."

Richard left the room, nervous, his face expressing increasing frustration and anger. But he swore to himself that he would make her his, whether she wanted it or not.

Meanwhile, Amelia sat behind the door of her room, crying bitterly. She felt the dampness behind her underwear, and realized why she was like this every morning. She cried hard, anguished, and tears filled her face. She felt her breathing quicken. She felt hatred towards all men, no one special, all of them like her father, her stepfather, everyone.

"I hate you all," she shouted angrily, her voice trembling.

She couldn't bear the feeling of impurity, so she ran to the bathroom to wash herself, crying as she put water on her body, trying to get rid of the smell of Richard that stuck to her. She remembered how he would cheat on her mother every night, and approach her in the same dirty way.

She cried until she fell to the ground, feeling lonely and hopeless. Her mother is sick now, and you must help her get better and better. But how will you find a place to live away from this greedy monster?