Leah's POV "I wear nothing when I sweep the floor, Mr. Mayor," I replied, struggling to hold back the disgust. "I always bend down on the floor and wipe the floor on my knees. You know, nothing can do things better than this pair of hands." The mayor dropped his cigar in his hand while staring at me with his mouth slightly open. He swallowed the lump in his throat and said in a dry voice, "Miss Lewyn, I would give you everything you want if you clean the floor in my office right now. Just take off your clothes and get on your knees, clean this filthy floor of mine..." "Really? Just cleaning the floor? Don't you want something extra?" I asked. The mayor looked overwhelmed. He grabbed a feather duster in his hand and moved toward me. "Miss Lewyn, show me some mercy. If you could use this duster to dust my carpet, I would really appreciate it. My carpet is so dirty. And you can use the handle to spank the cushions of mine. Spank it hard, will you?" the mayor said with saliva drippin
Leah's POV "And now... The best bit of tonight! The children from Skagen City Orphanage want to express their gratitude by performing a dance for all of our distinguished guests tonight!" the host announced on the stage. Several children, dressed up like little angels, walked on the stage. The light dimmed, and they started to sing and dance to the music. They were so adorable. My eyes welled up. "Do you like children, Miss Lewyn?" Gean leaned toward me and asked. "Yeah." I nodded, wiping the tears off the corner of my eyes. "These kids... They're so innocent. But when they grow up, they have to put up with bullshits like Alpha Kyle and the mayor. I don't think they will stand a chance." "With our support, they'll turn out to be fine, Miss Lewyn," Gean said. "I grew up being an orphan. I'm pretty capable of dealing with bullshits." I burst into laughter. "It's nice to have you for company tonight, Gean," I said. "The pleasure is always mine, Miss Lewyn," Gean said in a tender
Leah's POV Damian? I couldn't believe what I had heard. I failed him last time, and I couldn't explain it to him, but I couldn't believe that he would do something like this. "Where is Damian right now? Let me see him!" I said to Mick. My voice was almost threatening. Mick gloated, "That's not going to happen, Miss Lewyn. You won't see Damian unless you tell me the truth. Did you kill my father?" "Alpha Mick, could you please take your hands off Miss Lewyn?" Gean stepped forward and pleaded. "We're surrounded by people." "Who the fuck are you, you filthy gigolo? Who gives you the right to fucking talk to me like this?" Mick stared at Gean and asked. "Is there a problem?" A human security guard came forward and asked me. "Is any of these two men harassing you, lady?" "No, don't worry. We're just joking around," I answered. The last thing I wanted was to get human beings involved. They always managed to make things even worse. "Really?" the security guard frowned. "I don't see
Leah's POVMick's mansion was located at Pine Creek.It looked grotesquely tacky and unnecessarily extravagant.The moment I stepped into the mansion, I knew I was in for an experience unlike any other.The first thing that caught my eye was the gaudy chandelier hanging from the high ceiling in the grand foyer. It was so large that it seemed to overpower the entire room, and its crystal droplets glinted garishly in the sunlight that streamed through the stained-glass windows.
Lucas' POVThe hall of the Pine Creek mansion was a spectacle of light, music, and color.Elegant couples swirled around the room, their fancy clothes and jewelry sparkling in the glow of the chandeliers.I was impeccably dressed in a black tuxedo, drawing admiring glances from the ladies as always.But as he made his way through the crowd, my eyes only locked on a stunning woman in jeans.She looked so hopeless and vul
Leah's POV "Where is Finn, Lucas? If you dared to hurt him..." I said as I was walking upstairs along with Lucas and Mick. "Leah, Finn isn't your possession. He's a grown-up man and he's got his own free will. Has it ever occurred to you that he might not like you? He doesn't want to be with you at all?" Lucas' voice sounded detached. I frowned and argued, "That's not possible! Finn's my best friend..." "So what's the last name of your best friend? What happened to him in the past? Why has he got genetically modified? Why does he have a phobia of soldiers? Is Sak Doyle really his brother? Have you ever thought of these questions?" Lucas asked in a stern voice. "That's for me to figure out! I can't figure it out if I can't be with him! You've taken him away from me. You've made your point. Now Jorah is back. It's time for you to return Finn to me!" Lucas couldn't conceal his disgust when he heard Finn's name over and over again. "You just don't understand, do you? Finn doesn't lov
Leah's POV Just when I was about to scream, the door behind me was pushed open by a cleaning lady. She panicked when she saw me. "I'm sorry, Lady. I thought this lavatory was empty..." she mumbled and tried to walk back. I grabbed her arms and said, "Wait, did you see something in this room just now?" "No... But the air conditioning must be malfunctioned. This lavatory is freezing. I need to call for maintenance," the lady stroked her arms and said. Coldness. Yes. Bone-chilling coldness. It was just like the time I was in the SPA room. All the lights went off and the air suddenly became cold. "Did you lock the door of this lavatory?" I asked the cleaning lady. She looked confused. "I'm so sorry, Lady. But I didn't lock this door. This door was open. That's why I thought this lavatory was empty," she replied. I bit my lips. I had enough of this kind of supernatural bullshit. My life wasn't supposed to be like those poor heroines in a ghost story. I refused to be tortured by
Leah's POV The dimly lit room was filled with the sound of shuffling cards and murmured conversation. The poker table was the centerpiece of the room, and at the moment, it was unoccupied. As I sat next to the table, Mick took the seat in front of me. The other two players took their seats as well. Lucas sat next to me and said, "Leah, I know you're in a bad mood today. And people can't win if they're in a bad mood. So why don't you let me play for you?" I didn't want to talk to him at all. But after what happened in the lavatory, I was still terrified. And it was nice to have a familiar face around, sitting next to me, supporting me physically and emotionally. I took a glance at him and said, "If you want to remain sitting next to me, be quiet." Lucas looked a bit upset, but he didn't let it out. He shifted his eyes on Mick like he was about to eat him alive. Obviously, he didn't like his wife sitting at the table, playing strip poker. Mick was dressed in a sharp suit with hi