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A friendly word?The way Ryan emphasizes it doesn’t seem like it’s just going to be a friendly word.I stand up slightly from the stool, ready to protest. But Ryan's steps are long and fast, and before I can call out to him, he storms out of the kitchen.I slowly sink back into my seat, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. I keep taking anxious glances, back toward them, to see what’s going on.What exactly does Rayn want to say to Aldo? Wait—what if it’s because of what I told him and he tells him to stop following me around? Honestly, I’d love that. But what if Aldo refuses? What if it turns into a fight?My chest suddenly tightens with worry.Oh no, Ryan, please come back!֍ ֍ ֍My eyes are fixed on Aldo who doesn’t shift or move, standing motionless in his position as I walk towards him.When I reach him, standing directly in front of him, he gives a slight bow, and then our eyes meet head-on, since we are the same height.“How may I he—”“What are you doing?” I question, cutting
Watching Ryan and Aldo intently, I try not to make it obvious by sitting sideways, so I'm not fully turned to them, nor to my bowl.For a moment, it seems like they’re just talking—not until Ryan moves. Quick as lightning, he thrusts his hand forward, and in an instant, he’s holding a gun pressed firmly against Aldo’s forehead.A gasp rips from my throat as I jump up from my stool, hands flying to cover my mouth. “Ryan!” I cry out, my voice trembling with shock.This isn’t what anyone would call friendly!My heart thunders loudly against my chest as I watch the exchange.How long has that gun been under Aldo’s jacket? Has it been there the entire time he stood next to me? Does this mean if I go against him, he can easily pull it out???Oh God. I’ve never seen a real gun up close—only on TV. Even when I come across police officers, it’s just tasers or batons. But here it is, casually being held in Ryan’s hands with such ease, as if he’s done this a thousand times. No signs of hesitati
Finally, I’m out of the prison mansion, all thanks to Ryan.But now I’m not so sure of what I’m getting myself into. When he said I should follow him to his training, I didn’t expect it to be the very next day!!!Oh well….A bulky dark-skinned guard standing by a door Ryan has been walking to, reaches out and opens it. He bows at Ryan, who’s in front of me, and as I’m about to pass through, he bows at me as well.“Thank you,” I say, before stepping through the door, and as I do, my eyes expand in astonishment.“We’ll start with shooting,” Ryan says, but I’m barely paying attention to him, as my eyes roam around the arena. My heart thudding with a mix of nerves and curiosity as I take in the sight.It’s a black room with high walls, thickly padded with soundproof panels, shutting out the chaos and noise of the outside world and trapping us in an eerie silence.My gaze shifts to the firing lanes, each separated by tall black barricades, each marked with a number from 1 to 6. Far ahead,
Ryan… he’s too close, way too close. I get that he’s just trying to teach me, but God! He’s just too close. I can barely focus on anything, but him.He leads me and the gun fires, the recoil is too strong, too impactful, too much for me to handle,it jolts through my hands and up my arms and If not for Ryan, who is close behind me, holding me firmly, I would have flown to the ground.Yet, it still pushes me backward, making me press my body against him. I feel a shift in tension between us.“Good.” He husks in my ears, his voice voicing rough, sending a shiver down my spine.Oh no! That tone… I can hear it, I can feel it—he’s aroused.“Ahn,” a moan forces its way out of my lips, as he sinks his teeth into the soft, sensitive skin of my neck. My body reacts instinctively, arching slightly into him, and I know it’s only adding fuel to the fire.“Do you remember that night?” he whispers, his hot breath brushing in trail to my ear. My mind spins. ‘Night? What night— it can’t be that nigh
Since that day, training with Ryan has become a routine, especially in the basics of self-defense. It’s a breath of fresh air, being out of the mansion.But today, I don’t follow Ryan. Today, I have something more important to do. I'm running out of time—Zephyr will soon be back. If I keep putting this off, I might never leave this place.I didn’t tell Ryan about my plan; I didn’t want him talking me out of it. Instead I just told him I felt a bit sick, and he let me stay back.I want nothing to change my mind today. I must get what I want!Thanks to Ryan, Aldo only watches me for little to no time, but he’s always ready the moment I step out of the main mansion building to the backyard, or even the front porch.And that’s a huge problem because my destination is beyond the mansion.But that doesn’t stop me, I’ve timed myself. When Aldo goes for a quick lunch break, when he will not be able to hold me back, I’ll quietly slip away and do what I have to do.As for Rafa, he’s not been aro
I’m back early from training today because Hazel didn’t come with me.The first day was . . . surely unexpected for both of us— especially me, who said I’d control myself. But the next two days, nothing happened—she made sure of that.This morning she told me she felt a bit sick, and it didn’t trouble me much, cause she said it’s not serious, but as I trained, I started to feel more and more worried. I just had to come early to check in on her; Maybe I pushed her too hard, and that’s why she’s sick.Or am I coming back early because I miss her?Training felt so boring and empty without her—a little scaredy-cat who’s both determined and terrified.We’ve only trained together for three days, yet it feels like I can’t train properly without her next to me. it just doesn’t feel right.As soon as I enter the mansion, noise blasts in my ears. Not just any noise, but screams—screams and shouts from Hazel… and… Rafa?Adrenaline kicks in my blood as I sprint toward the sound. My eyes flare w
“Wh—what?” I stutter, my eyes blinking repeatedly in disbelief. My brows narrow in anger. “Am I stupid, Ryan?” I repeat pointing at myself, anger, and confusion clear in my voice.“You’re asking me if I’m stupid because I’m worried about my brother’s safety?” I question, clearly getting annoyed and angry.He shifts his eyes back to me, “Why would you go there Haze?!” He demands, yelling again, his eyes filled with fury.“Why wouldn’t I Ryan?” I snap back, my anger rising to meet his. “I just told you, I went to look for my brother.”He clenches his jaw as he looks away and my shirt tightens. I thought he would understand me, but he doesn’t. I’m so… so very disappointed.“Shit!” he curses as he turns sharply, and walks away from me, bursting toward his room.“What?” I mutter under my breath, my eyes following his retreating form. “Ryan,” I call out, walking after him. “You can’t just yell at me and walk off!”He halts abruptly just in front of his door, spins around and suddenly reac
In my bathroom, I take a long, hot bath to relax, letting the scalding water wash over me, easing the tension in my muscles and mind.Anger, disappointment, sadness, regret, and so many other emotions are coursing through my veins at the moment.I need to cool down, to clear my head, so I can think properly and process everything the right way.When I finally step out of the bath, I change into a simple, loose gown that stops just above my knees, then sink into the sofa with a loud sigh. Thoughts swirl through my mind like intense waves in the ocean, crashing against rocks. “Did I overreact?” I murmur to myself, starting to see things in a new light. But that doesn’t change the betrayal I still feel in my heart.Ryan… The more I think about it, the more I understand him.He didn’t tell me the truth because he knew that if I had known, I wouldn’t hesitate to escape or even allow Zephyr to have sex with me. I would’ve fought back until he got angry and did something terrible.I get it
I’ve been in the living room for hours, sunk into one of the plush sofas, watching staff and Lennox’s men pass by as they go about their duties. But none of it registers.My thoughts are fixated on one thing.‘I’m pregnant.’And I still don’t know how to reveal it to everyone, especially Lennox.“Ma’am… Madam Hazel!” A voice pulls me from my daze. My unfocused eyes settle on the blurred figure in front of me.“Adora?” I murmur.“Yes, ma’am, it’s me. Adora,” she says sarcastically, a hint of humor in her voice.“Master is on his way. I suggest you wait for him at the entrance,” she informs me. I give a barely noticeable nod and rise to my feet, only to stumble. But Madam Adora is quick to catch me.“Are you okay, Hazel?” she asks, brows raised, her hands gripping my forearms firmly.“Yes… yes,” I reply, pulling away from her grasp. I can feel her suspicious gaze on me as I walk away, but I ignore it.I make my way to the lobby that leads to the grand double doors of the entrance.Two m
Lennox really pushed me to my limit last night. He wasn’t joking when he said he’d keep going until I passed out. And for some reason, I didn’t.So he went on and on until he finally climaxed—something I had started to think was impossible. By then, I was already long gone, my body nothing more than a lifeless, fuck doll.I have no idea when I drifted into darkness, but I am more than happy to wake up to Lennox not by my side or even in his room.My gaze flicks around the room, searching for the time. It lands on the alarm clock on the nightstand.‘10:30 AM’“He must have left earlier,” I mumble, my voi voice dlow and dry with exhaustionI hope he doesn’t come back todayEvery muscle in my body feels weak, sore, completely worn out.I’m naked, draped in the thick sheets. I peel them off my body, exposing myself to the cool air and my eyes. I’m showered in hickeys, littering my arms and shoulders—I’m sure there are more on my neck. My hands instinctively reach up to my neck, rubbing
TRIGGER WARNING: May contain dubious content, readers discretion is advised.“Tonight, my cock will teach you a better lesson than those silly toys,” Lennox says, his eyes blazing with a primal hunger as he rips off his shirt.My heart thuds loudly against my chest, as he hovers over me. My breath catches in my throat as he abruptly pulls up my loose dress revealing my pale skin, and he snaps it out of my body.“Lennox” I pant, “I’m sorry I won’t be late again, please be gentle with me.”A sly grin spreads across his lips as he chuckles darkly, “You just love to piss me off, don’t you? Then beg, acting all innocent. Expecting what? pity?”He leans in his hot breath fanning my neck. “ I told you it only makes me want to crush you more,” he whispers, something much more dangerous in his tone than his words.His body presses against mine as he grips my bra top, tearing it away. His hands seize my breasts, drawing loud gasps from my lips“Let’s see how much you enjoy your pussy getting re
“She killed herself,” Ryan says.I stare at him, at a complete loss for words.We’re outside on a cushioned sofa by the pool, choosing to stay in the open where no one would suspect anything. I take a slow, steady breath, letting it all sink in.Today, I realize just how strong Ryan is, he’s so much more than strong. I can’t even imagine it, my heart aches for him deeply—he watched his own mother take her life, at such a young age. I don’t even want to begin to imagine how such a small mind and heart could process all that—or even try to understand.The fact that he still remembers everything in detail… is heart-wrenching. It must have been so traumatizing for him— a nightmare that never truly left him.“I… I am so sorry—” I start hesitantly.“Shhh.” He cuts me off gently. “It’s not your fault… it’s my dad’s. Besides, it’s in the past. It made me who I am today.”I nod, allowing silence to settle between us. The weight of the moment lingers, heavy and unspoken. I want to ask more qu
*Ryan’s Narration*“My mother, Olivia Zephyr was everything my father was not—kind, spiritual, full of joy and hope. She always saw the good in everything, gave everyone a chance.But then, she gave my father a chance… and stupidly fell for him.Initially, My mom believed him to be merely the troubled son of an affluent man. However, as they got married , she uncovered a startling truth—she had become entwined with a formidable mafia empire that ruled the underworld.Yet, her feelings for my father didn’t change mch. She still loved my father, and so did my father. He loved her, so dearly, she was his everything, his treasure, his obsession, she made him want to change, even if it was the slightest bit of change— but that was impossible.For a while, their lives were relatively normal.Until my mother learned just how many people my father had killed, since he was sixteen.My father of course kept it a secret from her, but… the truth always finds its way out.Three months into their mar
My heart seizes in my chest as I jolt upright, a sharp gasp ripping from my throat. My breath comes fast and uneven, my pulse pounding so violently it drowns out every other sound.My fingers clutch at the sheets, trembling, desperate for something—anything—to ground me. But the suffocating weight of fear refuses to ease. Too many emotions, terror, pain, confusion—they all crash over me at once, drowning me in their ruthless grip.It takes a moment of wild, darting eyes for me to finally realize where I am.Lennox’s room.‘When… how… did I get here?’A sharp, blinding pain pierces my skull, and in a cruel instant, memories flood back, as I remember the last thing that happened before I suddenly found myself Torture.I was screaming. Begging. For hours—endless hours—trapped in agony. The torment never stopped. Again and again, it tore through me, until my body decided to pity me and fall into unconsciousness.And now… now I’m here.Just thinking about it, a fresh wave of pain pulses t
Disclaimer: This chapter contains BDSM themes, including power dynamics and restraint. Reader discretion is advised.‘Just what vile things is Lennox planning on doing to me in this nightmare of a room?’Lennox jerks his head toward my lingerie panties, and my eyes drops down to it. ‘He wants me to take these off too?’‘Of course he does’My fingers tremble as they hook into the waistband of my panties, slowly peeling them down my bare thighs. When the fabric pools at my ankles, I step out, straightening back up, our eyes meet.His eyes gleam with a sharp, predatory intensity, dark and unyielding as they lock onto me. “Good,” he murmurs. “Come here,” he orders, pointing toward a strange bench with belt cuffs and chains attached to it.I walk towards it my eyes darting anxiously between it and Lennox trying to understand why he wants me near such a furniture.“Have you ever been stimulated for hours non stop?” he asks, and I turn to him with both a shocked and confused expression.He
“Follow me to my room,” Lennox says as soon as we arrive on the second floor, making me freeze in my stance.I was about to turn toward my own room, assuming he’d continue up the stairs to his, but—“Did you not hear me—”A door creaks open down the hall, cutting him off. I snap my head toward the sound and find Ryan stepping out of his room.“Ryan,” I breathe out in relief, barely above a whisper.He strolls down the hallway, hands casually tucked into his pockets, but his gaze isn’t on me—it’s locked onto his father.“So,” Ryan drawls, his voice cool but edged. “How was the party, Dad?”Lennox scoffs, unimpressed and uninterested. “Kacie,” he calls, sharp and commanding, drawing my attention back to him. “My room. Now.”A weight settles in my chest, but I give a solemn nod. He doesn’t wait, just turns on his heel and heads toward the staircase leading to the top floor. I follow in small, hesitant steps.“Kacie…” I hear Ryan’s distant hesitant voice. Risking a glance back, I see Ryan
I slip away from the crowd to a quieter corner of the venue, not hesitating to snag a glass of champagne from a passing tray.Taking a sip, I exhale, the tension in my chest easing slightly. My gaze drifts over the lavish hall, the glittering chandeliers, and the hum of conversation, until I notice a secluded lounge area tucked along the edge of the room.I walk over and take a seat in the comfortable velvet chair when I see a young woman, dressed in a fitted red gown, striding confidently in my direction. Her chin is held high, and her sharp eyes are locked on me.I glance away quickly. ‘Oh no, I sense trouble.’“Hey,” she greets smoothly, her voice commanding enough to pull my eyes back to her.I rise instinctively, nerves prickling under her scrutiny. “Hi…” I begin cautiously, then recognition clicks into place. Her face matches one I’d seen on the list earlier. “Mrs. Ellsworth, nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”She laughs lightly, a sound that seems polite y