Angela and the Revenge Porn (Final)

Angela Candelema is a beautiful intelligent young woman with a smile for everyone and big plans for the future. One pervert can ruin her life.

Chapter 24 – The Visitor
As you know, Angela is in prison now. She was a talented Cambridge student but her dreams scattered a long time ago, husband left her, her daughter left her and she failed to even get a normal decent life. Her past ruined her present and future. Its been almost 2 years. Prison smelled like bleach. Angela had learned to breathe through her mouth most days.

She is 38 now. The body that once turned heads in London lecture halls and East End streets had changed. Her breasts hung lower, soft and heavy, no longer tight. Her belly carried the loose skin of one pregnancy and too many years of stress eating. Between her legs she felt stretched and empty and loose from rough clients, from giving birth, from years of not caring anymore.

The skin under her eyes was dark. Her once shiny curls were thin and streaked with grey. She moved slowly like someone twice her age. She had dreams. She wanted to be succesful and enjoy life.  All destroyed and shattered forever.

The first months inside had been the worst. One night, three women from jail, big, tattooed dragged her into the showers after lights out. They pinned her wet back against the tiles. One held her wrists above her head. Another forced her legs apart. The third laughed while she pushed fingers inside Angela, then her whole hand, stretching her already loose cunt until Angela cried like she will die. They took turns. One sat on her face and made her lick while the others fingered and slapped her saggy tits until they bruised purple. Angela was already destroyed but they ruined her even more. At that moment Angela just wanted to end her life..

Angela stopped fighting. She just cried quietly while they used her like a rag doll. When they finished they left her curled on the wet floor naked, water running pink from the cuts on her thighs. After that she stopped looking people in the eye. She was broken.

She counted days. She thought about Yasmin growing up without her. She thought about the videos still online. She thought about how nothing she did would ever wash clean again.

Then one day a guard banged on the bars.
“Candelema. Visitor.”
She thought it was another reporter. She walked slowly.
The visiting room had scratched plastic between them. Behind the glass there was a tall handsome man in a dark suit, Black Hair and Kind blue eyes. Shoulders still broad. Six years younger than her and really handsome and rich.

His name :David Whitaker.
He stood the second he saw her. Like he was still in a Cambridge dining hall.

“Angela” he said softly. His voice cracked on her name. (For my readers, He was a secret admirer of Angela back in her Cambridge days)

She sat. Her hands shook so badly she hid them under the table. David noticed and said "please calm down." David move forward his hand. She stared at his hands.

He said quietly, “I read everything.. The old videos... The new ones from the villa... I read the prison reports too." he said in sad tone “I should have looked for you years ago. I’m so sorry.”
Angela shook her head. Tears started before she could stop them.

“I’m… ugly now,” she whispered. Which was true. Messed up old whore and used by many, rejected by the world for one small mistake and also a divorced left over no one wants..

Angela said  “I’m nothing. Just a broken old whore.”

David’s eyes filled in tears. David always loved Amgela. But never had the courage to confess because of age difference and shy nature. David is far better than her old boyfriend who left her. For David, Angela wasn’t just a trophy or a body. Its more than that.

David said in gentle voice, “You’re still Angela.. You may not know but I always had a crush on you and loved you.. In fact, I still love you.. Only you.." he said in sad voice.

She started crying harder. Big, ugly sobs that shook her whole body.
“They raped me here,” she choked out. “Three of them. In the showers, Everyday.  They laughed while they did it. I just… let them. I didn’t even fight.”

David’s hold her hands. A tear ran down his cheek.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I can’t take that away. But I can promise you this: no one will ever hurt you like that again. Not while I’m breathing.”

She looked up at him through blurry tears. She asked, “Why are you here?” . “I’m disgusting. I killed some one even if it's not directly. You can have anyone. You are a fool if you think I even deserve to be your slave”.

David said “please stop. I loved you and I never stopped caring. And because you don’t deserve to rot in here for what one monster did to you many years ago and what the world did after.” David almost cried.

He took a slow breath.
“I’ve already spoken to lawyers. The best in Spain and the UK. They think we can get your sentence cut. A lot. Maybe parole in two years. Maybe less. I’ll pay for everything. I’ll come every week. I’ll fight for you until you’re out. I love you. I can't being back your golden years but I will try my best making you happy and give you the life you always dreamed of” tears fall from David's eyes again.

Angela covered her face with both hands and cried like a child.
David waited. He just kept his hand. When she could speak again she looked at him with red, swollen eyes.

“I don’t deserve this.. I even have a child, even my ex husband kicked me out because of shame” she said.
“You deserve everything good that’s left in the world”

He answered. “And I want to give it to you.”

[Two years later]
She is finally out of prison thanks to David. He did everything possible. He convinced Angela and they got married after 3 years.

[5 years later]
The villa sat high above Marbella. White stone. Endless glass. Infinity pool that looked like it fell straight into the sea.

Angela stood on the terrace in a silk robe the colour of sea foam. Her hair was dark brown again, thick and shining down her back. She is 44 now. Her breasts still sagged a little, soft, full, womanly. Her belly carried faint silver lines from Yasmin. Between her legs she is still loose, still changed.

But David never made her feel less.
He kissed the back of her neck every morning like she was the most precious thing he owned.

They had two daughters now.
Little Sofia and baby Camila (ten months). Yasmin lives with them too.

Yasmin now twenty and was home from university in London for the summer. She sprawled on a sun lounger reading law books, occasionally shouting at Sofia to stop throwing toys in the pool.

David bought villas, yachts, planes for Angela. The life she couldn’t get even if nothing went wrong. David also gave Angela almost all his assets.

David came up behind Angela and wrapped both arms around her waist.

“Happy?” David asked with a gentle kiss.

She turned in his arms. Looked up into those blue eyes.

“I was broken,” she said quietly. “Used. Dirty. Nothing. And you still wanted me. You still love me.”
He cupped her face.

David Said,  “I love every part of you, The saggy bits. The stretch marks. The loose places. The scars. All of it. You’re my wife. My queen. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you feel it.”

Angela started crying again. Soft this time, happy tears.
David wiped them away with his thumbs.
“Come inside” he said. “I bought you something.” In their bedroom he opened a long velvet box. Inside lay a huge diamond ring and a New house keys with a black card 10 millions inside.

David said “For my queen”
She laughed through tears and let him fasten it around her neck.
Later that night, after the girls were asleep, David made love to her slowly on silk sheets. He kissed every soft, sagging inch of her. He entered her gently, no rush, no shame. When she came she clung to him and sobbed his name like a prayer. A sex she never felt before. Being truly loved by a handsome man who loves her more than anyone.

Afterward he held her tight against his chest.
“I will always love you” he whispered.

Angela pressed her face into his neck and smiled against his skin.
She finally had the life she always wanted. Luxury,  money and a rich, handsome husband who worshipped her exactly as she was.
Three beautiful daughters.

A villa full of laughter and sunlight.
Endless money, private jets, Paris fashion weeks, charity galas where people now called her Señora Whitaker and kissed her hand.

He did his best and removed the videos as much as possible. No more videos. No more shame. No more pain.

Just Angela.. soft, scarred, loved living like the queen she was always meant to be. ❤️

And every night when David kissed her goodnight, she whispered the same thing:
“Thank you for saving me.”

He always answered the same way.
“ I am glad I did. I love you and always will”.

David always loved Angela like a queen and Angela lived the happy, luxurious and beautiful life she had always wanted. They lived happily ever after.

The End