Harem app-Chapter 116: Failed marriage

3° person POV

Charlotte sat on the living room couch, her face buried in her hands as tears slipped through her fingers. The television was off, and the only light came from a dim lamp in the corner of the room.

She sobbed quietly, almost as if trying not to make a sound, but the pain inside her was impossible to contain. Her chest tightened, and she couldn’t stop the tears that kept rolling down her face.

In that vast and dark room, she felt alone, crushed by the overwhelming worry she felt for Eric. She had just found out that he had been hospitalized and had no idea how to react.

Furthermore, since she didn’t have a driver’s license, she would have to wait for her husband to return with the driver if she wanted to visit Eric.

Then, the abrupt sound of a door slamming open echoed through the house, interrupting her thoughts.

With unsteady steps, a fat man with a perpetually sour expression approached. It was obvious that he was drunk and probably irritated about something. And, considering his personality, it could be something as trivial as being served wine in the wrong glass.

When he saw his wife crying so annoyingly, he quickly barked at her to shut up as he sat down on the couch to watch TV. But she didn’t stop, which made him sigh deeply.

"Charlotte!" The man’s deep, irritated voice filled the room. When she still didn’t stop crying, he finally asked, "What is it now? Why are you crying this time?"

She lifted her tear-filled eyes, her sobs still trembling in her throat.

"It’s Eric..." she began, her voice weak. "He... he got into a fight. He’s in the hospital, and..."

"What’s his condition?"

"The doctors said he’s stable. Sophia is in his room and spoke to him, but..."

"If he’s fine, then he’s fine. But tell me something, weren’t you the one who insisted on taking them to that stupid volleyball game? He should’ve been playing golf with me instead," the man threw the TV remote away in frustration. "Besides, if you were there, how did you let this happen?"

"Well... I-I wasn’t there, and..." Charlotte’s tears intensified. She looked more terrified than sad.

"You’re never where you’re supposed to be, are you?"

Then, she saw her husband approaching aggressively, and her entire body trembled.

"I’m sorry..." Charlotte murmured between sobs.

But the man wasn’t interested in hearing apologies, he just wanted an excuse to unleash all his frustration on someone. He stepped even closer, his face now twisted with the familiar expression of fury she knew all too well.

"All you ever do is cry, is that it?" he shouted, his voice dripping with contempt. "You can’t do anything right, you useless fat cow."

Before Charlotte could react, he raised his hand and slapped her hard. Then, he grabbed her by the hair, yanking her closer as she screamed in pain and despair, only to throw her onto the floor.

Even then, she didn’t try to fight back. She didn’t scream, didn’t retaliate. She just lay there, as that man kicked her repeatedly.

She knew that any attempt to resist would be useless.

And luckily, that day he didn’t want to rape her and calmed down relatively quickly. Then he disappeared, calling her fat and ugly once again.

The reason he despised his wife’s appearance so much and made a point of belittling her constantly, even bringing lovers into their home, was his preference for women.

He liked very thin women, preferably without any curves, much like runway models typically were.

Because of this, he only had sexual relations with his wife when he wanted to rape her, as a form of punishment for something she had done.

And Charlotte was left behind, crying profusely, wondering if she would ever be able to escape that life.

Her parents, when she was very young, had forced her into that marriage, and since then, she had no way out.

Especially because that woman was truly loving and had a very strong maternal instinct, she could never abandon her children. Even if they didn’t love her back in the same way, or even if they were the children of a man she despised.

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Liam sent a message to his girlfriends, saying he was leaving the party because he needed to go to Seraphina’s house. Helena questioned him, saying he still had time, but the truth was that he also planned to visit Charlotte before heading there.

In other words, he needed to leave a little earlier.

The reason for the visit was that he believed, rightly so, that the woman would be devastated upon hearing what had happened to her son. He wanted to be there to comfort her and grow closer to her, even though he thought she should spoil her children less.

The three were almost there, but considering the man wouldn’t be at the party, they weren’t that interested in going anymore.

So Helena stopped her motorcycle so they could discuss their next steps.

"Okay, how about you two tell me what happened? Why did you disappear out of nowhere, friend?" the woman asked.

Amelia would have liked to answer that question honestly, but she simply couldn’t explain what had happened. She had no idea what Sophia was talking about.

So she could only look at the little succubus, hoping she would provide a good explanation for everything.

"I found out that Sophia is going to be a great little slut for master. We just need to train her properly first," that was all the explanation Lilith provided.

"Explain things properly," Helena scolded her with a karate chop.

"Ouch! Ouch! Isn’t master enough? Why is everyone always so violent with me?" Despite her complaint, the little girl finally gave a better explanation of what had happened.

Even Helena was a bit confused. She simply hadn’t imagined that such fetishes existed. Besides, she thought she understood Sophia’s mind well, but suddenly, she realized she might not know her as well as she thought.

"So, what are we going to do about this?" Amelia asked.

"We’ll just let master know, then he’ll be able to win her over, she’ll become his submissive slut, and everything will end well," Lilith said, half-joking, half-serious.

"No, we’re not telling him. Not yet." Helena knew that if she told Liam about this, he would try to handle it all on his own and wouldn’t ask for help.

And if he couldn’t ask for help, she decided she would help without telling him anything.

So Helena would only inform Liam about the situation after she had resolved everything and all that was left was for the boy to claim his slut. Just like she had wanted to do with Zoe, but in that case, she hadn’t been able to finish the job since she hadn’t discovered the woman’s trauma.

With that settled, the only question left was what they would do next. In theory, Liam would just visit Charlotte, then go to Seraphina’s house, play with Luca, and sleep. Either way, she would have to send Amelia there because Luca wanted to see her, and they had promised.

"Can you spend a night away from home, friend?" she asked.

"No problem, my parents are pretty chill. I just need to tell them I’m enjoying life with Liam, and they’ll understand."

"Okay, call them and let them know you’ll be spending the night out," she ordered.

Then, Helena took advantage of her friend being distracted with the call and discreetly asked Lilith to check on Amelia’s mission status. As Liam’s assistant and part of the app, she could mentally access the missions.

By the way, since Lila was a lower-level assistant, she couldn’t do that.

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Fifth quest

Make a temporary passion, became a true love.

Description: Amelia is in love for you, but that is a very intense flame passion, that can just burn out, if you don’t take proper care of it. Complete this quest and turn her completely yours.

Completed phases: 2/4

Third phase:

Help her find her life vocation

Third phase reward

Get a very special item.

Notice: You will receive more rewards for the next stages.

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At least the second phase had been completed, but she had no idea what that third phase meant. Seeing this, Helena got a glimpse of the struggles her boyfriend was going through.

Even so, she could only trust that, somehow, he would naturally find a solution, just as he had in other cases.

With that in mind, she decided to head home, believing that nothing else significant would happen that night.

But she would be in for quite a surprise when she woke up the next morning.

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Sophia smiled slightly as she entered the hospital room. As she expected, her brother had ended up doing something stupid after she pressured him a little.

She had finally found her brother’s weakness, and she felt that he would soon destroy himself because of that woman.

Still, with false concern in her voice, she asked, "Brother, how are you feeling?"

"What do you want?" the man asked in an irritated tone.

"You know what I want," she approached her bedridden brother with a confident smile. Then she stared at him with a frightening look, "you lost your bet, so you’d better pay your part."

"Wait, that’s not fair, most women like to play hard to get, that’s why they don’t sleep with guys on the first date;"

"And did you even come close to a first date?" she asked with an ironic tone, while her gaze made clear her disdain for her brother.

"Give me a week," he vociferated, "tomorrow I’ll be released from this bed, so I’ll manage. I just need a week to make that girl mine."

"And why should I? Are you going to go back on your word, sister, are you such a dishonorable man?" She provoked him, knowing how much ego and pride were the most important things to that man.

"No, but..." Sophia silenced her brother by placing the tip of her finger on his lips, then she smiled maliciously.

"Raise the bet, if you don’t succeed in a week, I want you to go to dad and tell him that I’m better than you."

"I accept," he said with a hard expression.

Sophia smiled, then left the room. She knew that Eric probably wouldn’t honor his bet even after losing. But he was too proud and would do anything not to lose the bet and, therefore, would end up doing something stupid.

Meanwhile, the blond man stayed in his room plotting what he would do. He decided that he would need to take more drastic measures. He simply couldn’t accept losing that bet.

Helena would be his, one way or another.

However, he knew he needed to act quickly, so as soon as his sister left the hospital room, he called the number of someone he believed could help him.

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