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Henry’s POV. My heart is hammering as I follow them to the restroom. I kick every fucking door in the restroom while I growl her name a thousand times but get no response. As I approach the one-of-a-kind closed door, I take a step back and kick straight to the door handle. Since the door has opened, I've noticed Sarah standing there with her eyes welling up with tears, and a man places his hand on her thong. When I witness her cries, I can't stop the blood from boiling in my veins. Fuck! He was raping her. I fired my gun on his head without hesitation. "Hey, get your clothes on," I yell at Sarah, my voice harsh. The distinct smell of blood enters my nose as blood spills on the floor. I kick the body aside and dress Sarah since she continues to stand like a statue without moving. I take her outdoors because I can see her crumbling and her heart racing like hell. I help her down, a worried expression on my face. "Are you feeling okay?" I ask, my voice filled with real concern. Her
Sarah’s POV. I open my eyes to find myself in Henry's room. It's so shamless to say this is my room, but I'm comfortable here. I guess Henry brought me here, and I'm grateful because it was him. When a bang arises in my mind, I touch my head. The scene in the restroom where fuckarst touched me comes to mind vividly as I feel filthy as hell. I'm a virgin, and I intend to give my first time for someone I love. I get out of bed and open the window to look outside. Is it okay if I cry right now, because it's pouring outside? I'm not sure why, but my tears are uncontrollable. When I look at myself in the mirror, I feel pain in my pussy. My shadow appears to be feeble and unhappy. To soothe myself, I cross my hands on my shoulders and try to hug myself closely. "Sarah, you'll be fine," I tell myself, letting tears stream. "Yes, you will be fine," the heavy voice from my breasts says. It's Victor, I know. Why would he contact me at 4 a.m.? When I hear a footstep outside the hallw
Henry’s POV. Her eyes flutter open, revealing an emotion between confusion and curiosity. I can't stop smiling at her wonderful reaction. "I... I didn't mean to," she stammers, her cheeks blushing delicately. "It's just that.... well..." I can see the confusion in her eyes, as well as the longing that echoes mine. Fuck, even though I want to kiss her right now, I have to keep control. It's as if we're both on the verge of something big, something that has the potential to transform everything between us. But I can sense her hesitation and her fear of being wounded. Gently, I reach out yet remain distant, my gaze never leaving her, experiencing the warmth and gentleness. "Alright, go back to your room," I murmur softly, my gaze fixed on her. "You deserve to sleep more." She stares at me, her eyes searching for reassurance in mine. I sense her internal conflict, her longing to let go and her fear of being wounded. I keep my distance from her, yet she's too cute. "Sir, may I ask y
Sarah’s POV. I can't sleep after getting to the room and garsp on my bed like a stranded fish. I sit up and itch my chin, feeling insane for not having my phone. Phone addiction irritates me; if I don't scroll reels on I* while I'm anxious, the stress eats my soul. I hate how I look at myself. I hate everything that has happened and is happening in my life. And when dawn arrives, I have to continue the work that I have no idea what it means. So the only thing that attracts me is the possibility of winning Henry's heart. I get out of bed and walk over to the wooden table among the window. I take paper and pencil, exhale, and begin writing. "I want to win his heart, my master, and make him moan my name every night. I give my all, and he will surrender faster. Yearning to be my man throughout his life..." I mean, does an artist not deserve to be happy? Because I can only make this shit while my heart burns. I grab a piece of paper in my palm, crush it, and toss it in the garbage.
Henry’s POV. "Look into Diamond's group news; I heard about Angel; define what happened, and what about the others?" "Has anyone else been hurt?" When I get in the car, I call Jack and question him about what happened, my voice laced with concern. Diamond is a group that fights criminal organizations in the city, yet they are frequently viewed as outlaws by the police and government. They believe in seizing control of justice and are willing to go to any length to protect the underprivileged and their community. They became my allies when I began fighting Victor and his criminal enterprise. I begin help them because I see potential in their cause and want to do something positive for a change. But now that we're a team, I have a responsibility to them. My thoughts run as I try to digest the news. Angel is more than a supporter, he is a close friend and a dependable part of our team. "Yes, master." I can hear the hurt in Jack's voice as he hangs up. He appears to have known ever
Sarah’s POV. Everyone in the kitchen looks in the direction toward a noise, which sounds like broken porcelain. The neighboring housekeepers give each other knowing looks; they all know about Diana's constant abuse and the constant struggle I confront. Anxiety rises as the room fills with hushed conversations. After witnessing Diana's relentless tormenting, Mila trembles and looks away, dread and terror visible in her eyes. However, after a little while, she arrives to assist me in picking up the broken items. Diana clenches her fists, her face pinched with anger at Mila's boldness. "Dear, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into. If you know what's good for you, stay away from this." Mila, on the other hand, seems unconcerned, her voice trembling. "I just want to help, ma'am." The other maids, inspired by Mila's bravery, gather in support, forming a protective circle around me. Their emotions ranged from rage to empathy as they grew tired of Diana's harsh behaviors. Th
Henry's POV. My fists clench tighter at Victor's disgusting words, but I know he's weak inside when he says them that way. The faint light catches the glimmer of a nearby silver pipe, and he grabs it, ready to use anything at his disposal to shut me down. Fuck me sideways. Though we're brothers, it annoys me more than anything when we continue this fucking stupid fight. As I embrace the battle, dodging Victor's goons and quickly disarming them, my mind rushes. Until Daniel appears in the darkness, blinking to show that he has completed his duty. I ignore Victor's mocking and press ahead, crossing him. The metal pipe in his hands gleams with dread, but I keep calm. Victor swings the pipe, but I block it, feeling the rush of air as it whizzes over. "Oh, you don’t reply. So, I can say that slut did so well," Victor sneers, his irritation visible in his voice. I remain silent and calm, as if he has turned into air and has no ability to hurt me or my team. Daniel calls out from the s
Sarah’s POV. It's been 8 months since I witnessed Alice's bleeding. There has been no progress in my relationship with Henry. He even keeps me at a distance, and we rarely have the chance to meet. From the summer to the autumn, I go through this with my fellow maids. Winter arrives when it is due. "Look! "The first snow is falling," some exclaim, and all the servants scream in delight, sprinting to the window. "Wow!!!" Others overcome their excitement by screaming. My other maids' faces light up with enthusiasm as they gather by the window. The first snowfall has a wonderful impact, turning the dreary space into a hopeful place where people can dream and make their wishes come true. "Isn't it beautiful?" Mila exclaims, her eyes twinkling with happiness. "Yeah," I say, my gaze fixed on the snow. Imagine Henry and I having a wonderful time together. Chirstmas...?! It would be a happy time of the year. My stomach is howling since I haven't eaten anything since the morning. It's my
Henry’s POV The snow is still falling even though today is the end of the year. I get into the car, and Jack drives me to the Starlight Sands Casino. This is the biggest deal of the year, so I have to go by myself. If I can sign this contract, my company will be able to trade on the Silk Road in the Asia Pacific region. So I need to win the game to sign the contract. This rule has been in effect for one hundred years. According to the initial arrangement, I can only bring one man along. So I went with Jack, as usual. In the car, I stare at Sarah through my phone. She appears dejected in front of the Chanel store. Does she want to purchase those clothes? I frown, looking at her for a while. I suppose she might go to meet Victor and report everything about me to him but not. As she moves, I put my phone in my pocket because we've arrived at the casino. "Here we are!" Jack raises his voice. As I walk out of the car, the chilly air brushes my skin, and snowflakes fall around me
Sarah’s POV. I frown as I see that the bullet leaps from the trigger appear weird. It's more like a syringe piercing into his flesh. After all, he rolls his eyes and gradually goes into a dead faint. Mrs. Lincoln presses the red button on his wheelchair, causing the system to shut off. All his wolf-likeness becomes normal again and they don’t remember why they’re here in the first place. I unlock the tie for Henry, and his eyes lock on mine. He always acts like this. Like an asshole and professional playboy. Give me hope, then leave it at that. But I understand it. Because we’re in a different world. Perhaps one day I will gain my strength to tell him the truth that I need his help to save my mother. Still, I don’t know how to do it. Because I don’t know who I am in his heart. I’m his employee, I suppose. And that’s all. We return from combat. At last, I return to my room and lie on my cozy bed. I grab my go-to pajama top and head to the restroom. The poisoned story runs throu
Henry’s POV. My heart skips a beat when I see Sarah. She is alive. She's still alive. Despite having my body restrained, I aim to get closer to her. I'd like to touch her. I want to make sure that this is not a dream. One buff man kicks my knee, forcing me to fall down to the ground. "Stay the fuck here, you son of the bitch," he rips out a growl. My mother stands in front of me, her face mute. As I look around, I realize this is the lab room for some shady research. Sarah looks at me, her eyes widening. Her body shivers as I scan her from head to toe. The cuts on her body are bleeding. And I feel as if the world is crumbling beneath my feet. What kind of feeling is this? It makes me choke. The feeling of being useless. "You…" Erik says, and his pupils widen in surprise. He moves closer to my mother in his wheelchair. Little by little. He recognizes something. I’m not sure about what’s wrong with him. But the way he stares at my mom is quite odd. As if they knew each ot
Sarah’s POV. "Henry! Henry! Come on over here! I say, gesturing beneath the table. Henry rushes towards my side. With his hair falling over his ears and his gloomy eyes are staring at me, he appears to be thirteen years old. He crawls down to the table, and I cover him with the table sheet. Wait, wait, wait. What's happening? Where am I now? These are memories from my childhood. But how? How did I return back at that time? I stare at my palms and ponder. Did I have time travel? My parents were never at home when I was a kid. And Henry always comes to my parent's house to hide his dad. I glance at the furnishings, and indeed, it is. All the old things remain the same. Everything is quite minimal and rusted. The doorbell shouts crazily, as usual, Mr. Lincoln - Henry's father is the one who smashes the button. Saying “I’m coming” then I open the door. In the elegant suit, he was drunk. His burned eyes meet mine when I’m busy thinking about how he ends up being a loser like this.
Henry’s POV. Sarah! I need to protect you at all costs. I take a look at her, who stands frozen beside me like a snowman. Despite knowing how dangerous this man is, I’ll kill him anyway. There is no mercy for the crazy ones. And there is no mercy for the one who hurts Sarah. My mind drives me to keep my promise to myself that I will never allow myself to fall in love with her. But I shake my head twice to convince myself that it’s because Sarah is my employee, so it’s my duty to protect my people. The man laughs in savage, cutting through the air after he takes the button on his chair. There are so many gun points facing me from the wall, surrounding us on all sides, stopping me from escaping. Fuck it! I embrace Sarah into my arms, covering her from the gunfire shooting at us. I have my bulletproof vest inside my suit, so I’m okay with the bullet rain. I just worry that Sarah will be hurt because of my actions. “Sarah?” I whisper, “Don’t worry, I’m here.” I take Sarah on, and we
Sarah’s POV. He touches my pussy, making me blush with delight. I don't care what happens now; my head is racing and I want him even more. I reach my hand into his shirt, caressing his hard skin, and every cell in my body melts. We both begin to breathe faster. I know he wants me too. As he let out the breath into my ears, the heat ran over me from head to toe. When I move my hand to touch his dick, something strange happens to my stomach. Oh, crap! It hurts. I clench my teeth in pain because it feels like a thousand arrows are piercing my stomach. Fuck it! Why this time? “Are you okay?” Henry asks me, his eyes wide in the dark as he touches my shoulder lightly. I take a step back and shake my head at his concerns. I check inside the underwear, and I realize the liquids hang on my fingers. No way! “What’s wrong, Sarah? Are you sick?” Henry asks me again, getting closer to me. I look around nervously to remind myself that so many people are watching us. I cannot say it out lo
Henry’s POV. Drip-drop. Drip-drop. Drip-drop. The drop of water falls into the puddle, covering the space in death. The howls consume my thoughts, and my head aches like stone. Where am I? I find myself walking through the dark woods, witnessing so many wolves devouring one body. Who is he? As I come closer, the wolf pack howls and is ready to attack. Someone appears behind the dark smoke, laughing aloud, and directs the wolves racing at me. My heart is beating and my body is drying when I see a corpse dressed in Sarah's clothes. Sarah? When I gather the power to fight the wolves, my eyes roll as my pupils narrow, causing me to shape my fists. The man sits in his wheelchair, smoking a cigar, while watching his wolf. He wears a fedora, and his suit seems like it came from an 80s movie. He has a weird look. I'm looking him in the eyes after slaying all of his wolves. I know this guy. He's one of the city's most dangerous criminals. He broke every norm in the mafia world, and bo
Sarah’s POV. "I'm going to perform today." Because my voice is strong, the manager gave me this opportunity." She stands tall, her voice full of pride. "Wow, I'm so envious," I joke before Mila enters the stage on her high heel. The band on stage prepares for Mila to play as she approaches the stage. "Why are you still here, Sarah?" my manager Amanda asks, smiling. "I beg your pardon?" I turn back to her, surprised. "Oh, don't you know anything yet?" When she tilts her head, her earrings flutter, and she smooths her hair. With my sparkling eyes, I look at her from head to toe. She wears a stunning golden glitter gown, and her make-up is fit for a fairy queen. What exactly is going on? Why do people dress up as if they have the right to be there? "What do I need to know, Miss Amanda?" I inquire, confused, as the crowd chitchats with each other, blending with Mila's pure voice. She performs a classic song, causing the mood to slow down. Miss Amanda chuckles and looks me in the e
Henry’s POV. I stay alone in my room, staring at the gift box in my hand. When I recall her face at the time, my lips widen into a smile. It's quite entertaining to tease that woman. She’s totally falling for me. The snow is falling outside the window, and my heart got warm a little after I met Sarah. It has been a long time. As I unwrap the box and notice what she gave me, my mouth widens. Holy shit! What’s this fucking weird thing? I'm holding an odd item that appears to look like some aliens have been sent to me from outside the Earth. The stitches are sewn overlappingly and in no particular order. And what is it? She decorates the hat center with some shapes. Strawberry? No, no, perhaps that's an apple. Jeez, I don't know. A knock on the door disturbs me, and someone says, "Master, it's me, Jack." "May I go in?" I shake my head, attempting to cool down, and say, "Come on in." The door opens, revealing Jack's curious expression as he steps into the room. "Hey, Henry. What's u