Without compassion

Kael

We are now on the main deck of my yacht, the Mary-Mary after I instructed a maid to take Rachel to the lower deck, where there was a romantically set table. It was a trap to deceive that shallow girl, creating false hopes, but there was no planned romance for that night.

I wasn't in a hurry to execute my plan. While I conversed with my rebellious assistant, comfortably seated on a luxurious couch, enjoying the background music and savoring a good whiskey, Rachel was out there, probably thinking and fearing what was to come.

Upon further thought, she was indeed self-interested and perhaps only concerned about the money she would receive. However, she had nothing else to offer, and I made sure of that as well.

“She doesn't know she fell into a trap created by you, from losing everything she had to the invention of this fake auction app you had created, all with the intention of having her at your complete disposal, to humiliate her.”

“I don't understand how I can be blamed for Patr