Sentenced to Marriage

Chapter 68

Secrets

Callan’s phone was locked with a fingerprint. To get any kind of data from the phone, we needed to bypass that lock first. There are many ways to hack into a phone that uses this kind of protection. One of them uses tape to clone the fingerprint, and that was our first method to try. Alan insisted that he would do it himself, claiming that he had done it a few times before… Well, I decided that it would be safer not to ask when he needed to break into someone else’s phone that way. Unfortunately, the fingerprint on the scanner had already been smudged, and there was nothing to clone… Since we had no way of getting Callan’s fingerprint, we needed to find another way around.

One of the simplest methods to bypass the lock is a hard reset, which also wasn’t an option. It wouldn’t make any sense to get access to a phone with all the data erased. We were left with one other method- we needed to convince the phone that the fingerprint scanner malfunctioned so that the system gave us a way to “fix it” the way we wanted.

This time, Norton took over the phone. After less than ten minutes, he placed his own index finger on the scanner and suddenly access was granted. As soon as he unlocked the phone, he looked at Alan and me with his eyes filled with contentment while the corners of his lips gently curled into a faint smile.

“Good job, Norton!” 1 clapped my hands, grinning at him. He gave me and Alan a tiny nod as his lips curled up a little more. After this one-minute celebration, our eyes shifted to the computer screen. I couldn’t explain it, but I had this gut feeling that we needed to work fast on retrieving that data for some reason…

“I found a trace of the burner app!” Alan exclaimed.

I was relieved that my suspicions were correct. Nonetheless, our work here had only just begun. A year ago, Alan and I created a program that would help to restore lost or accidentally deleted data. It wasn’t perfect, but we decided to run it to bring back everything that Callan had erased. Unfortunately, even if

our program worked efficiently, we needed to wait at least a couple of hours for any effects. “Why don’t we check the data that wasn’t deleted in the meantime?” Alan suggested, with his eyes glowing

It was obvious that he couldn’t wait to check every intimate detail of the one guy who screwed up my self-esteem. I bet that he counted on finding something juicy that he could anonymously release on the internet. I knew that he would have done it for me and only if the Wintons tried to claim that their dearest son had been a saint, yet I still wasn’t too fond of the idea of letting him dig into Callan’s matters.

“If anyone should look at his private messages, it should be Cora,” Norton stated. “He was her ex- boyfriend. She should do it without our help.”

I was grateful that he said it. Alan was reluctant about his idea, but in the end, Norton and he decided to go downstairs to get a cup of coffee and left me alone with Callan’s private matters. My hands trembled. Checking Callan’s phone felt weird. I had my suspicions concerning his infidelity during our relationship, but I had never even thought about looking into his phone,

and now I was scrolling through the list of the numbers he called. It was awkward. “What the hell am I even doing?” I muttered to myself. “I don’t even know any of those numbers and I doubt that any of those calls had anything to do with my kidnapping…”

I took a deep breath to clear my mind. As much as I didn’t enjoy doing it, I knew that I couldn’t leave anything unchecked. I went through his text messages and instantly felt sick. He was texting obnoxious things to countless women. I couldn’t even read most of them since they were all nauseating beyond the level I was able to stand. But I was soon going to find out that the worst part was yet to come..

Callan had around fifty file folders of pictures-pictures of naked women in obscene poses. Well, I could have expected that much from a perverted creep like him. Yet, the terrifying fact behind those photos was that they had all been taken by his phone camera, and the file folders had dates. My hands fisted in anger as I saw that some of those women were nearly unconscious. Had he taken those photos without

them knowing? I bet that he could have easily blackmailed those women or sold those photos to some other perverted fuckers….

I couldn’t take it. I ran to the bathroom to throw up. I changed my mind. If my humanity loving conscience told me that I should have some pity for Callan because of his death, that feeling was now gone. I hoped that he went straight to hell for what he had done.

I washed my face with cold water and went back to go through the rest of the files on Callan’s phone. Suddenly, I found one folder that was password protected. Callan named that folder” My Treasure,” and the mere thought of what could be hidden inside gave me the creeps. I didn’t want to look at all those disgusting things on his phone, but I had a strange feeling that I needed to check that one folder no matter what.

First, I tried typing a few random passwords that I thought Callan might have used, like his mother’s name or his date of birth. Once none of them worked, I checked when the folder had been created… It was in March three years ago. “Oh, God…” I mumbled fearfully. My fingers typed another password as I took a shaky breath into my lungs, and this time the password was correct. I typed my name.

The folder contained one file, a half-hour video… a sex tape with me on it. I had no idea he had ever recorded us together. Judging by the angle, he must have hidden the camera somewhere on the desk in his room at the university dorm. I watched for a minute and each frame of that video was more disgusting than the previous one. I turned it off and ran to the bathroom again.

I didn’t know how long I’d been there vomiting and crying. My state became even worse as I imagined that Callan could have shown this video to someone or even placed it online without me knowing. I would have probably laid on that bathroom floor for hours if it weren’t for Alan, who found me and carried me back to our office and put me on the sofa. As I finished telling Alan and Norton what caused my pitiful state, Aren barged in. “I told him how I found you,” Alan explained. A second later, my husband held me

in his arms, delicately stroking my hair and my back to calm me down. The warmth of his body felt soothing, but suddenly I felt restless again as I

realized that the video showed the one version of me that I never wanted Aren to see. “What happened?” Aren softly asked Alan and Norton while placing my head on his chest. “Callan, he…” Alan started but paused to wait for my permission. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

I was terrified, but I remembered that I once promised Aren that there would be no secrets between us. I nodded before hiding my face back in Aren’s chest. Alan took a deep breath and continued. “Callan recorded Cora when they were together… He also took hundreds of photos of naked women while they were sleeping, or unconscious.”

“He could have uploaded that video somewhere…” I mumbled, my voice barely audible. Aren’s embrace around me tightened. I could feel his muscles tense as fury rose within him.” Can you search the net and check if that fucker has ever released that damn video?” he asked Alan and Norton.

“Yes,” Norton replied. “We only need two screenshots from the video, and then we can trace and erase it.”

“We will do it even if we have to hack multiple sites,” Alan added. I turned toward the boys and mouthed, “Thank you.” I had no strength left for any other response. Nonetheless, I continued to believe that there would be no traces of that file online for them to erase in the first place…

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Aren took me to the penthouse and decided to stay with me until I felt better. I wanted to tell him that I would take care of myself, but he insisted, claiming that he could work from home. I didn’t argue with him for too long. I needed him near me now more than ever, but every time I closed my eyes I thought about that obnoxious video and instantly felt dirty. “L.. have to take a shower,” I muttered before feebly walking

upstairs to my bedroom. As I took my clothes off, I instantly started to shiver. Then I took a few shaky steps into the shower and turned on the hot water. Despite the hot stream, producing endless amounts of steam, my body trembled. I soaped my skin and rubbed it, trying to get rid of this disgusting feeling, but it only made me more helpless. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Aren walked in. He stood naked in front of the cabin before asking softly, “May I join you?” I nodded. As he walked into the cabin, I felt a wave of warmth enter. A second later, his hands were all over me, caressing my skin as if he was touching some priceless fabric. His lips quickly found mine, delicately nibbling at first before sucking and adding lush strokes of his tongue. His hands went down to my buttocks. A heartbeat later, my legs were around his waist and my back was pressed against the wall. “I waited too long to have you,” he breathed between placing kisses down my neck

Only then did I realize how badly I missed him; how I needed to be in his arms like this. I let passion take control of my actions as my hands explored every inch of his perfectly carved body. I was soaking wet from my arousal as if my body begged to have him inside me. I could feel his hard erection against my stomach as we exchanged our passion in another sensual

kiss. He entered me with a hard thrust, making me cry out his name.

“I missed that part.” He grinned cockily before surging deeper inside me. My hands went to his back, my nails sinking in and drawing red lines, as Aren moved within me faster and faster. I tightened my legs around him, coaxing him to go even deeper. He panted against my neck, shoving relentlessly, building our climax. We devoured each other in desperate hunger, barely breathing. I screamed hoarsely as I reached my orgasm, my sex fiercely throbbing around his cock. He growled and thrust even harder, making me climax again as he came. As the water stream soothed the heat of our bodies, he leaned against my ear.

“You are mine, sunshine. Only mine…” he said before gently biting my earlobe. “I will punish you if you dare think about any other man, and I will kill anyone who ever tries to harm you. Do you understand me?”

I shifted my eyes to him and nodded. Only then did he grin and gently put my wobbly feet on the floor. I had to say that he was extremely efficient in wiping every image of Callan and that video from my mind. It was as if he took away every nightmare from my head and replaced it with pictures of him… mainly naked pictures. Since I could hardly stand on my own, Aren helped me dry myself and then carried me to bed. I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.