New York – Leonard Blackwood’s Penthouse
Isabella woke up to the cold touch of silk against her bare skin, her eyes still heavy with exhaustion. The soft morning light crept through the massive windows, casting a faint glow over the luxurious room. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming, but the dull ache in her body reminded her of everything that had happened last night. Slowly, she turned, only to find the bed beside her empty. Leonard was gone. A strange emptiness settled in her chest, but she quickly pushed the thought away. She wasn’t supposed to feel anything for him. This wasn’t love, nor was it even a normal relationship. It was an unspoken agreement, something she still didn’t fully understand. She pulled on a white shirt from the closet, probably his, then cautiously stepped out of the room, following the sound of voices from downstairs. In the vast living room, Leonard sat on a sleek black leather couch, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of whiskey in his hand despite the early hour. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of his toned chest, and a black Rolex gleamed around his wrist. Across from him, a middle aged man sat at the edge of his seat, his face tight with anxiety, while two massive bodyguards stood behind him, their expressions blank. “Leonard, I promise I’ll pay the debt soon. I just need more time.” Leonard raised an eyebrow, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before taking a slow sip. “More time?” he repeated, as if tasting the words, then shook his head. “Your deadline was yesterday, Martin. Today is payday.” The man, Martin, swallowed hard, his eyes darting around as if searching for an escape. “Please, Leonard, I have a family…” Leonard sighed, as if bored, then gestured with his hand. In an instant, one of the towering bodyguards lunged forward, grabbing Martin by the collar and dragging him to the center of the room. Isabella, who had been watching from the staircase, stifled a gasp but found herself unable to move. Leonard stood up slowly, his steps unhurried yet weighted with intent, and approached the trembling man. He gripped Martin’s face in his strong hand, forcing him to look up at him. “Do you know what I hate more than lies, Martin?” The man shook his head violently, eyes wide with terror. “People who think I’m a fool.” Then, without warning, Leonard punched him. The force sent Martin sprawling onto his knees, blood splattering onto the marble floor. Leonard towered over him, his dark eyes devoid of sympathy. “You know the rules. You have 24 hours. After that, there will be no more talking.” Martin nodded frantically, as if grasping onto a lifeline. “Thank you, thank you, Leonard. I swear...” Leonard wasn’t listening. He picked up his whiskey again, took another sip, then motioned to his guards. “Get him out.” As the guards lifted the groaning man and dragged him outside, Leonard noticed a shadow at the top of the stairs. His gaze locked onto Isabella’s. Her expression was a mix of shock, concern… and something else. A slow, knowing smirk curled on his lips as he raised his glass in a mocking salute. “Enjoying the show?” She descended the stairs cautiously, a strange chill running through her veins, but she refused to show weakness. “You’re ruthless.” Leonard didn’t deny it. Instead, he stepped closer, his dark eyes studying her face. “And what exactly did you expect?” She stared at him in silence. She could see a different side of him now, not just a wealthy businessman, but a man who controlled everything around him… including people. “I don’t even know why I’m here.” she murmured, more to herself than to him. Leonard lifted a hand, trailing his fingers along her cheek, making her freeze in place. “You’re here because you belong to me now.” His words ignited something inside her, anger, fear, and a confusing spark of something else. She wanted to argue, to deny it, but deep down, she knew running wasn’t an option anymore. He turned her face slightly, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. “Don’t do that, Isabella.” “Do what?” “Pretend you have a choice.” Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned in, his scent, whiskey, danger, wrapping around her. “The world is full of men who will do anything for you, but I’m not one of them.” His voice was calm, yet there was an unmistakable threat beneath it. “I don’t save people… without a price.”Leonard’s words still echoed in Isabella’s ears, his voice dripping with confidence as if he had already claimed her, as if she was just another possession in his luxurious collection.“Don’t pretend you have a choice, Isabella.”She stood there, her honey colored eyes burning with anger, while he looked at her with that same arrogant smirk that never failed to provoke her.She wanted to scream, to prove him wrong, but deep down, she knew one thing, her life had ceased to be her own the moment she stepped into this mansion.Turning abruptly, she stormed up the stairs, ignoring his voice calling after her. She entered the room he had given her and slammed the door shut, leaning against it as she tried to steady her breathing.“I can’t stay here…” she murmured, her heart pounding in her chest.Her mind worked fast. She didn’t have many options, but surrender was not one of them. She had to find a way out… and soon.About an hour later, when the mansion had finally settled into silence,
Leonard stood before the mirror in his luxurious suite, adjusting the collar of his black shirt beneath his elegant tuxedo. Tonight’s party was one of the most significant events in the world of the elite, where businessmen, politicians, and celebrities gathered in an atmosphere drenched in luxury, alcohol, and intrigue.But he wasn’t thinking about the party as much as he was thinking about Isabella.Ever since he had told her she would accompany him, he had been anticipating the moment he would see her in her dress. And when the door to the room finally opened, he felt as if his breath had caught in his throat.Isabella stood there, as if she had stepped out of a painting crafted by an artist obsessed with beauty.The long black dress clung to her figure delicately, accentuating her curves without being vulgar. Her bare shoulders added to her allure, while her dark locks cascaded freely down her back. But it was her eyes that captivated him the most, shining under the soft lights
Leonard stood beside Isabella, exuding an aura of dominance and protection, while the party was at its peak. The lights of the grand chandeliers reflected off crystal glasses, and classical music flowed smoothly through the hall. Isabella tried to remain composed, but she couldn’t ignore the scrutinizing gazes of the women present, as if they were evaluating her, or perhaps trying to decipher her relationship with the man standing beside her.The atmosphere was thick with alcohol, hidden desires masked by forced smiles, and secrets whispered behind closed doors.As she tried to make sense of everything around her, a woman confidently made her way through the crowd. She wore an elegant red dress, tight enough to accentuate her alluring curves, and her long brown hair was styled meticulously, revealing a slender neck adorned with a diamond necklace.But the one thing Isabella couldn’t ignore was her eyes, icy blue, filled with authority, as if she was accustomed to getting everything
The party was still at its peak, with the mixed sounds of women’s laughter and businessmen’s chatter competing with the classical music played by the live orchestra. But amid all this noise, there was an invisible tension rising between Leonard and Richard, as if the entire venue had turned into a battlefield between them, even if the war was waged only through their eyes and unspoken words.Isabella felt this tension in every fiber of her being. She couldn’t ignore how Leonard seemed on edge every time Richard got close to her. It wasn’t just excessive concern or a protective instinct, it was something deeper, like barely restrained anger, jealousy lurking beneath a mask of forced composure.Leonard grasped her wrist gently but firmly enough for her to sense his seriousness. “Come with me.”She looked at him for a moment, then at Richard, who simply watched them with an amused smirk. Deciding to follow Leonard, even if she didn’t fully understand what was happening, she allowed h
New York – DowntownThe sky was heavy with clouds, and rain poured down onto the slick sidewalks, reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights. Cars sped past, and pedestrians rushed for shelter from the growing storm.In a narrow, dark alleyway, a shadow struggled to move, a slender figure lay on the ground, breathing heavily. Blood mixed with the rain, forming a small pool beneath her.Isabella Carter had no idea how she had ended up like this. The last thing she remembered was leaving the bar where she worked, only to be confronted by three men waiting for her at the back exit. She never expected the night to end in punches, kicks, and the cold barrel of a gun pressed against her skin.“You used to be a good girl, Isabella. Why are you trying to run now?” one of them sneered, his voice as cold as ice, before delivering a brutal kick to her stomach. She gasped, her lungs emptying of air, her body unable to fight back.She tried to get up but couldn’t, her body refused to obey he
The party was still at its peak, with the mixed sounds of women’s laughter and businessmen’s chatter competing with the classical music played by the live orchestra. But amid all this noise, there was an invisible tension rising between Leonard and Richard, as if the entire venue had turned into a battlefield between them, even if the war was waged only through their eyes and unspoken words.Isabella felt this tension in every fiber of her being. She couldn’t ignore how Leonard seemed on edge every time Richard got close to her. It wasn’t just excessive concern or a protective instinct, it was something deeper, like barely restrained anger, jealousy lurking beneath a mask of forced composure.Leonard grasped her wrist gently but firmly enough for her to sense his seriousness. “Come with me.”She looked at him for a moment, then at Richard, who simply watched them with an amused smirk. Deciding to follow Leonard, even if she didn’t fully understand what was happening, she allowed h
Leonard stood beside Isabella, exuding an aura of dominance and protection, while the party was at its peak. The lights of the grand chandeliers reflected off crystal glasses, and classical music flowed smoothly through the hall. Isabella tried to remain composed, but she couldn’t ignore the scrutinizing gazes of the women present, as if they were evaluating her, or perhaps trying to decipher her relationship with the man standing beside her.The atmosphere was thick with alcohol, hidden desires masked by forced smiles, and secrets whispered behind closed doors.As she tried to make sense of everything around her, a woman confidently made her way through the crowd. She wore an elegant red dress, tight enough to accentuate her alluring curves, and her long brown hair was styled meticulously, revealing a slender neck adorned with a diamond necklace.But the one thing Isabella couldn’t ignore was her eyes, icy blue, filled with authority, as if she was accustomed to getting everything
Leonard stood before the mirror in his luxurious suite, adjusting the collar of his black shirt beneath his elegant tuxedo. Tonight’s party was one of the most significant events in the world of the elite, where businessmen, politicians, and celebrities gathered in an atmosphere drenched in luxury, alcohol, and intrigue.But he wasn’t thinking about the party as much as he was thinking about Isabella.Ever since he had told her she would accompany him, he had been anticipating the moment he would see her in her dress. And when the door to the room finally opened, he felt as if his breath had caught in his throat.Isabella stood there, as if she had stepped out of a painting crafted by an artist obsessed with beauty.The long black dress clung to her figure delicately, accentuating her curves without being vulgar. Her bare shoulders added to her allure, while her dark locks cascaded freely down her back. But it was her eyes that captivated him the most, shining under the soft lights
Leonard’s words still echoed in Isabella’s ears, his voice dripping with confidence as if he had already claimed her, as if she was just another possession in his luxurious collection.“Don’t pretend you have a choice, Isabella.”She stood there, her honey colored eyes burning with anger, while he looked at her with that same arrogant smirk that never failed to provoke her.She wanted to scream, to prove him wrong, but deep down, she knew one thing, her life had ceased to be her own the moment she stepped into this mansion.Turning abruptly, she stormed up the stairs, ignoring his voice calling after her. She entered the room he had given her and slammed the door shut, leaning against it as she tried to steady her breathing.“I can’t stay here…” she murmured, her heart pounding in her chest.Her mind worked fast. She didn’t have many options, but surrender was not one of them. She had to find a way out… and soon.About an hour later, when the mansion had finally settled into silence,
New York – Leonard Blackwood’s PenthouseIsabella woke up to the cold touch of silk against her bare skin, her eyes still heavy with exhaustion. The soft morning light crept through the massive windows, casting a faint glow over the luxurious room. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming, but the dull ache in her body reminded her of everything that had happened last night.Slowly, she turned, only to find the bed beside her empty. Leonard was gone.A strange emptiness settled in her chest, but she quickly pushed the thought away. She wasn’t supposed to feel anything for him. This wasn’t love, nor was it even a normal relationship. It was an unspoken agreement, something she still didn’t fully understand.She pulled on a white shirt from the closet, probably his, then cautiously stepped out of the room, following the sound of voices from downstairs.In the vast living room, Leonard sat on a sleek black leather couch, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of whiskey in his han
New York – DowntownThe sky was heavy with clouds, and rain poured down onto the slick sidewalks, reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights. Cars sped past, and pedestrians rushed for shelter from the growing storm.In a narrow, dark alleyway, a shadow struggled to move, a slender figure lay on the ground, breathing heavily. Blood mixed with the rain, forming a small pool beneath her.Isabella Carter had no idea how she had ended up like this. The last thing she remembered was leaving the bar where she worked, only to be confronted by three men waiting for her at the back exit. She never expected the night to end in punches, kicks, and the cold barrel of a gun pressed against her skin.“You used to be a good girl, Isabella. Why are you trying to run now?” one of them sneered, his voice as cold as ice, before delivering a brutal kick to her stomach. She gasped, her lungs emptying of air, her body unable to fight back.She tried to get up but couldn’t, her body refused to obey he