~ HAZEL ~My heart thuds loudly in my chest as I watch Ruth walk away to continue her duties.My head aches, my nerves are on edge, as worry course through me like a relentless tide. ‘Where could Ryan be? And why did he rush out, all alone, so early in the morning?’I know he’s an adult, strong, and probably far better equipped to handle danger than me— He can take care of himself. But the worry still clings stubbornly to my heart, refusing to let go. Needing to distract myself, I decide to get busy.I walk back into my room, heading straight to the bathroom to wash up. Maybe by the time I’m done, Ryan will be back from wherever he went. More than half an hour passes. I’m refreshed, dressed in a modest daytime outfit. Because Madam Adora is around, I’m more careful with what I wear. Leaving my room, I check Ryan’s door again, hoping he returned while I was in the bathroom. Still no response.Frustrated, I head downstairs to wait for him, pacing restlessly around the ground fl
“Ma’am, expect a call from Master Zephyr.”“What?!” I choke on my lunch, my fork slipping from my fingers and clattering onto the plate. My eyes widen in shock as my head snap toward Madam Adora.“Yes,” she affirms with a small nod, her expression calm like she didn’t just drop a bombshell. “Right after you finish eating. Hold on to your phone in the meantime.”I blink at her in silence, unable to form a response, my mind racing with thoughts. Why does he want to call me? Can it be—no!Did Selene already tell him we lied?Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!! Oh my gosh!!!“Mrs. Zephyr?” Madam Adora’s voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts, her brow lifting in subtle concern. “You’re not responding.”I fumble for my glass of water, nearly knocking it over in my haste, and chug it down in one go. Slamming the empty glass onto the table, I force a weak smile in her direction.“Yes… yes, Zephyr—call. Understood,” I say, in an awkwardly clipped and high-pitched tone.Madam Adora nods once, her shar
I don’t know what came over me this morning. I fucking malfunctioned—for the first time in my entire life.It was obvious what she was thinking after she saw the lipstick on my hoodie. I could see it in her eyes, hear it in the faint tremble of her voice.‘Ryan went to meet another girl right after having sex with me.’ No, Hazel, that’s not the case!Yet, I couldn’t give her an answer that instant. Instead, I panicked and ran away—like a fucking wuss. It all happened so fast. I wasn’t prepared. I thought she’d still be asleep since she always wakes up late. But there she was, sitting in the living room, catching me completely off guard. I didn’t even know about Jenna’s fucking lipstick stain on my hoodie until her fingers brushed against it. And that thing she said—“you smell different”‘Did Jenna’s perfume also rub off on me?’I was so confused, yet very aware how bad it all looked. I couldn’t risk attempting to lie right then, because what if the wrong word slipped out and ruin
“That was the first fucking fantasy I had about you,” Ryan says, his voice thick with amusement as he rises from my body. He shifts beside me, turning over to lie back on the bed with an effortless confidence, while I sit up, my pulse racing. “You’ve clearly never done it before?” he asks, his tone teasing yet curious. I nod slowly, heat rising to my cheeks. “Yes… but… I can learn.” He smirks, the glint in his eyes turning mischievous. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “At least I’m experienced in that part.” His hands find my waist, steadying me as he shifts closer to the edge of the bed. “Get on your knees,” he says softly, his voice low but commanding. “I’ll teach you.” Swallowing hard, I climb off the bed and lower myself, my knees dropping onto the cold tiles. I move forward settling between his parted legs. My gaze drops to the growing bulge at the crotch of his uniform trousers. It’s only getting harder and harder, the fabric straining against him, making my breath hitch. ‘C
Two days later, it’s Ryan’s graduation day. At first, I hesitated to go, worried his friends might recognize me. But when I hear Selene is coming along with Melody, I decide to go, Allowing Selene to play the stepmother role while I continue as the college girlfriend. Fortunately, it all goes smoothly. I’m just glad I was able to be there for Ryan on his special day. That night, he heads out to another party and the following day, we hardly get a chance to be alone. The house seems to be bustling with more staff preparing for Zephyr’s arrival, leaving us with only stolen moments and fleeting kisses. On Friday afternoon, I sit alone in my room on my bed watching a series I’m not too interested in when an idea suddenly strikes me like lightning, making me feel foolish for not thinking of it sooner. I leap off the bed and rush out, heading straight for Ryan’s room. When I reach his door, thankfully, he’s there. He opens it almost immediately. Our eyes lock, but mine later fli
RYAN’S POVAnger surges through me like wildfire as Rafa grabs Hazel’s hand roughly. My eyes darken with anger.“Get your hands off her!” I shout sharply, shoving his hand away from her. I instinctively pull Hazel back, closer behind me and step forward to face Rafa. But he laughs—a low, mocking chuckle that sets my nerves on edge. “What’s going on between you two, Ryan?” he asks, raising a brow. I freeze in response, momentarily shocked. Panic seizes my breathing for a fleeting second as his question catches me off guard, but I quickly compose myself, hardening my expression.“Nothing,” I snap curtly, my tone leaving no room for doubt. I can’t afford to slip— not even a second of guilt or uneasiness— if not, we’re done for. Rafa’s too perceptive and catches on to things very quickly. The smallest crack in my façade will give him the confirmation he needs. Turning to Hazel, I drop my hand from her arm. “Hazel, leave,” I order firmly, my tone soft but filled with urgency. K
It’s Saturday late in the night, far too late to still be awake. Yet Hazel lies wide-eyed, body rigid and shivering cold, even under the thick duvet. The coldness—it’s in her bones, seeping into every muscle, making her feel limp and extremely uncomfortable despite the softness of the mattress. It’s not like the weather is cold or anything…. the thought that’s lingering in her mind is.‘Tomorrow. Lennox will be here. Tomorrow.’She can’t believe it. She refuses to believe the thought pounding relentlessly in her mind. And what worries her even more is the fact that she doesn’t know the exact time he’ll be here: Morning? Afternoon? Evening? It’s all too much. Suddenly, she bolts upright, her gaze shifting to the alarm clock on the bedside drawer; 11:50 PM.10 minutes to midnight and she still can’t sleep. Hazel’s legs instinctively swing off the bed, and she finds herself pacing around her room for a few minutes, trying to stop herself from seeking that one presence that comfor
“Then let’s not fight it,” Ryan says, his voice dropping to a raspy whisper, as he gazes at me, his eyes burning with uncontrollable desire.“Okay,” I breathe, nodding as I try to steady the rapid rise and fall of my chestHis firm grip that’s on my waist presses me forward, guiding me close to his face as if he can’t bear the distance between us. He wastes no time, grinding his soft lips against mine, kissing me hungrily, swallowing every soft moan and shallow pant I give, his soft lips moving with an urgency that sends shivers racing down my spine, I barely notice the covers on top of him and beneath me slipping further and further down as he presses it down with his legs until it’s completely gone. “Mmh,” I moan into his mouth as I feel his bulge more—hard between my thighs, making my naked pussy throb with the need for pleasure.The thin layers of fabric are the only thing preventing our bodies from touching skin to skin—My silk nightgown that clings to me, whispering against
Trigger warning: Dub—con/Non—con. Blackmail. (If you easily get triggered yet still want to know what happens in the chapter, scroll down to the flowery chapter break and start reading from there ♥)“Come to my office,” Rafa says, his voice deep, unsettling, and psychotic.She whips around at the speed of lightning to face him. “But Master Rafa… I’m on kitchen duty tonight—”His piercing blue eyes darken. “I’m not going to ask you twice, so I’ll just drag you there.”His hand slips down her waist, and he grabs her by the wrist of the hand she’s using to hold the knife.Ruth’s body trembles. Rafa never takes no for an answer. So why would he now?“I’m sorry,” she yelps. “I’ll be there right now.”“Better,” he says, then releases her and walks off.Ruth drops the knife on the board and hastily runs after him.Inside his office, she finds him reclined casually on the sofa, legs spread. He barely glances at her before pointing at the space between his knees.She knows what he wants, and s
Now that Madam Adora is gone, a longtime maid gets assigned to be the new housekeeper.Sunday early morning, she steps into their room of four maids, and they all scramble to their feet, including Ruth.“For this week,” the housekeeper announces, “all of you will be sent to the villa. And four out of six girls over there will come in your place.”“Start packing your things,” she orders, then walks out of the room.Ruth’s chest tightens. Her temporary heaven has ended.When Madam Adora was still around, she’d stay for three weeks in the mansion and only one in the villa, while other girls spent only two or one week in the mansion. It was not fully Madam Adora’s doing. It was also Hazel’s, she had taken a liking to her, often requesting she stay close.But now, Madam Adora is dead. And Madam Hazel doesn’t trust anyone because of what happened.The privilege she once had—it’s all gone.She didn’t think she’d see the men in the villa spaces so soon.Ruth swallows hard as she folds clothes
~Present~Now he gets it.The one question Ryan’s always overlooked, seen as simple biology and blamed on the fact she was still a kid.Why does Melody look nothing like her father? She came out full blonde, bright blue eyes. Not even a trace of Lennox in her.His mother was blonde too, with light hazel eyes—but because of Lennox’s dominant genes, Ryan turned out brunette. Dark hazel eyes that often look brown.So, he’d just concluded that Selene must really have more dominant genes.But no. That’s not it.It all makes sense now.Melody doesn’t look like her father, because Lennox isn’t her father.She’s a full blonde because her real father, Rafaelle, also is. She has his eyes, his hair, now that he thinks of it, even his smile.Selene doesn’t have dominant genes—she and Rafa just have similar features.The hard reality is slowly starting to kick inAll this time… the little girl he thought was his sister? She’s not even related to him.And Rafa? Why he’s even helping Selene in the f
Selene confidently walked in.Inside were four men seated comfortably, and two men that looked like bodyguards standing by the wallTwo of the men by the right already had a girl draped over them. And by the left, there he was. Lennox.Dark hair, darker eyes. He didn’t even spare her a glance. Instead, his attention rested on the drink in his hand. Beside him was a man that looked much younger than all the men in the room. He was blonde, just like her.He even looked her age. It was scary, because of his piercing blue eyes and blonde hair—they almost looked like they were related.“I’m the one who called you,” the man by the far end said. She turned to the voice, very old, very wrinkly. They were the most horny. He already had a girl showering kisses all over him and massaging his crotch, yet he was looking for more.Typical. She’d come across so many of them in the underground brothel. Greedy. Never satisfied.“Oh,” Selene said sweetly, her eyes sliding to Lennox. Her voice, both cute
Another reason she reluctantly gave in to the men… was her father.She hoped—wherever they were taking her—he’d be there. Maybe she’d finally see him. For the last time.He was the only family she had left. She wanted to hug him one last time. Then scream at him. Maybe slap him—three, ten times, or more for shattering their perfect life into dust.But instead, they took her to the underground lounge of a strip club.The vibe and air there were very different from the one above. The air was thicker, quieter, heavier, sicker, way more intense. It was because down there the girls here were forced into it, drugged, broken, controlled, stripped of their rights, and given nothing in return.But above, the girls danced because they chose to. They wore bright makeup, owned their routines, laughed, earned, flirted. They had freedom—enough to walk in and out as they pleased, and most of all, they made their own money.Selene knew she somehow had to leave the underground and go to the higher gr
TRIGGER WARNING: Contains Offscreen Non-con, Murder.(Originally meant to be written in first pov)*~7 years ago~*The car screeched to a halt in front of 19-year-old Selene’s house.“Bye, babe,” she leaned in and kissed her boyfriend behind the steering wheel.It was 3 a.m., she had sneaked out of her house to go clubbing with her friends and boyfriend, and after that, went to her boyfriend's place to get even more freaky.“I wished you could’ve stayed over for the night. I’m already missing that kitty.”She giggled. “Some other time, baby. You know how my parents are. If they wake up and don’t see me, they’ll come with the police to your house.”In about four months she’d turn twenty, yet her parents still cherished her.Their lips met again in a slippery kiss before she pulled away, slipping out of the car and jogging toward the house.She was about to head towards the back door when she realized the front was slightly ajar.Fear and curiosity peaked in her as she walked to the fro
“You know I had BPD as a kid, right? I guess it’s resurfacing.”Selene’s skin crawls as she remembers the amount of times he tried to hurt Melody. The unease in her chest increases, and she’s about to reach out to take Melody from his arms, but he beats her to it, already letting her down.“It won’t happen again,” Ryan says, casting one last smile at Melody. She nods, and as he turns and leaves, a relieved sigh instantly escapes her.“Fucking weirdo,” she hisses under breath.But then she suddenly freezes. His words echoing in her mind. “One push down these stairs—just one push and you’d be dead.” She can still feel his intense grip tightening on her arm, his deadly stare still haunting her.“Uhhh.” She shivers.if Hazel hadn’t shown up? if she hadn’t called his name? What would have really happened after that.‘Would he have pushed me?’‘Would I be dead right now?’She inches forward, peeking around the corner, checking the hallway to see if he’s gone. Not even seeing his shadow, s
Content warning: Contains subtle narratives of sensitive topics; Non—con, Human trafficking.My chest tightens listening to Ruth, trying to process, and piece things up.“I don’t think you’ve ever seen Claudia…They surely made it that way. Made her a ghost” She continues.She’s always in the kitchen or in the room. Never in the corridor, never outside.Last week, I noticed that she suddenly finally vanished—not in the mansion, not in the Villa Personnel. Not anywhere.That means she succeeded. And as promised by Madam Selene and Mrs. Huxely, she was surely sent back home.I frown, shaking my head in disapproval. “That’s impossible.” “Neither Selene nor Mrs. Huxely have the right to hire maids and send them off however they like.” I argue, “They don’t even have the right to assign them here or to the Villa unless—”Realization strikes, as I lock eyes with Ruth. “Did she ever mention any of my father’s men? The best men?”Ruth shakes her head. “She hardly spoke to anyone. Always stay
“Kill her.”Hazel’s voice rings in my mind after I put her to rest. “Kill her.”It’s been non-stop, making me question my next move.“Kill her.”My eyes are glued to my phone screen. The live camera feed shows Selene in the backyard, playing with Melody.She’s laughing. Smiling. Tossing a ball back and forth with her daughter like she hasn’t shattered lives.As much as I want to fulfill Hazel’s request, one thing is holding me back—Melody. If Selene dies, in my hands or my father’s, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to handle the guilt of Melody growing up motherless, especially when I’ve experienced how horrible it is in this house.Despite the fact she is the daughter of a wench like Selene, she’s still my half-sister. I don’t want her to grow through the same thing I did.Selene steps away from Melody when someone offscreen calls her over. That’s my cue.I rise from the high stool at the bar—fast—and slide my phone into my pocket. I head toward the corridor that leads into the backy