Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1646. The Big Storm [Part 2]

Sophia sat stiff in the chair, her breathing shallow, the weight of their eyes pressing against her skin.

She could feel the sweat building at the nape of her neck despite the chilled air conditioning humming softly in the background. Everything felt too loud. The shuffle of papers, the clicking pens, the occasional throat clear. Like needles.

The attorneys didn’t even need to raise their voices. That’s what made it worse.

They stayed calm.

Precise.

Surgical.

Mr. Corwin flipped another page and spoke, voice steady. “You do understand where this situation now legally stands, Ms. Sophia?”

Her lips parted, then closed again. Her mind screamed to snap, to lash out, but she forced it down.

No.

She couldn’t lose control. Not here. Not yet.

She exhaled, slow. Let her voice soften. Play the part. Sad. Shaking. Human.

Victim.

“They raped me,” she whispered. “Both of them.”

Liam’s jaw flexed. Darren exhaled heavily, gripping his knee under the table. Neither of them spoke.

Sophia pressed on. “Whether they liked it or not, they used me. They knew exactly what they were doing.”

Her hands trembled slightly, but that wasn’t entirely an act. The heat in her chest was rising—anger, panic, humiliation all tangled into one toxic swirl.

“They made me drink that night. Got me drunk. Brought me to their place. You know that wasn’t an accident. Not a mistake. That was planned.”

Her voice cracked just enough to sound real. She was good at this. She’d done it before.

The attorneys stayed silent, letting her words hang in the air.

Sophia leaned forward a little, eyes narrowing, playing both victim and prosecutor now. “You’re trying to make it look like I was the manipulator? That I did this to them? Are you serious?”

Her laugh came sharp, bitter. “You can’t seriously think I was just handing myself over for free, right? What am I? Stupid? Naive?”

The words tasted like acid as she spoke them, but she had to drive it home. She had to flip this.

“There’s no free dinner,” she said, voice lower now, darker. “And there’s no free p*ssy.”

Liam’s face twitched. Darren didn’t look at her.

“You want a good time? You pay for it. If I didn’t charge them—if I didn’t take what I could—then that would make me worse than a hooker.” She leaned back again, eyes flashing. “At least a hooker gets paid upfront.”

Her words hit the table like glass shattering, sharp and echoing.

But the attorneys? They didn’t even blink.

Mr. Corwin flipped the page again, smooth and deadly. “You’re very… honest, Ms. Sophia.”

Attorney Raines adjusted his glasses. “But unfortunately, honesty doesn’t rewrite legal definitions.”

Corwin continued, voice steady, as if reading from a textbook. “The night in question? We’ve reviewed the statements and testimonies provided by all parties involved. And while you continue to frame this as non-consensual, multiple witness accounts—including your own prior testimonies—indicate otherwise.”

He glanced briefly at his notes before meeting Sophia’s eyes.

“There were no scripts, no written plans. But what remains consistent across every account is that you initiated the roleplay dynamic.”

Raines leaned forward, tone sharper now. “The so-called loss of control—it was part of the scene you requested. Not once, but repeatedly in private conversations and verbal exchanges. No evidence suggests coercion. No threats. No forced consent.”

Sophia’s throat tightened. She opened her mouth but nothing came out.

Corwin delivered the next blow coldly. “In fact, it matches a pattern you’ve established with others. A carefully constructed performance—where you encourage a power play dynamic, then later weaponize the footage and memories to secure leverage.”

Raines added with clinical precision, “Your own previous interviews with internal agency staff even refer to these encounters as ‘your thrill’ and ‘your personal games.’ Those aren’t our words. Those are yours.”

Sophia’s fingers dug into the armrest, knuckles pale.

They had dismantled her narrative without needing a single chat log.

They didn’t need paper trails.

They were using her. In her recordings.

Her words. Her games.

And they were winning.

Sophia’s stomach twisted. Her face twitched, but she kept it together. Barely.

Raines followed up, calm and cutting. “In fact, you specifically said—and I quote: ‘Make it messy. I want to pretend I can’t say no, even though I’m begging for it.'”

Liam closed his eyes. Darren clenched his jaw harder.

Mr. Bell sat silently behind them all, watching her with cold, empty eyes.

Sophia’s throat dried. She bit her lip hard enough she tasted blood.

Her mind spun.

‘Shit.’

“That doesn’t change how they treated me after!” she snapped louder now, her voice rising into that thin, shrill edge. “They used that tape for control. For leverage. They kept me under their thumb!”

Raines shook his head. “No, Ms. Sophia. You kept them under your thumb. You used the recording as blackmail. As leverage against them, and against anyone who threatened your rise.”

Sophia’s breathing was heavier now. The storm inside her boiling.

“You’re twisting this—”

Corwin raised a hand, cutting her off with chilling politeness. “No one here denies that all parties were involved in unethical behavior. But in the eyes of the law? You initiated, recorded, and leveraged these acts. The blackmail… that’s where the felony lies.”

She gripped the armrests so tightly her knuckles whitened.

This wasn’t going her way.

They were closing in.

Cornering her.

Her gaze darted to Liam. Then Darren. Then Bell.

None of them would meet her stare.

Bastards.

Cowards.

They were selling her out to save themselves.

She bit her lip harder, heart hammering.

‘Maybe I should get an attorney too…’

‘Maybe I should bring in media attention…’

Sophia’s brain spun calculations. She had money. Not like the Goldbornes or Bell, but enough. She could hire someone sharp. A few influencer friends. She could spin the narrative.

‘Victim of the rich. Trapped by powerful men. Gaslighted, threatened. They’d eat that shit up.’

Her lips curled into a small, forced smile.

“You guys think this ends here?” she said softly. Her voice trembled but carried venom underneath. “You’ll regret this.”

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