“Mmh…” a moan escapes my lips as an aching pain surges through my body. As I slowly gain consciousness, my eyes flutter open to a blinding light. I glance to my sides—I’m the only one lying on the king-sized bed, tangled in soft sheets. The vast, luxurious room is empty, no one in sight. I scan for a clock and find it. The time reading 6:30 a.m. But the last time I can recall, it was 8:13 p.m. I can’t recall a single thing—literally nothing from that time. My mind is a void. There’s nothing—no memory, no sensation—just an empty space where hours should have been. But then, one sentence drifts back from the fog of blurry memories. "Your body belongs to me." Lennox’s words creeps in, his voice sounding very clear and chilling, as if he was right behind me. It worked, Ryan’s pills actually worked. Grateful I try to move under the blanket but my body feels too sore and heavy as if every muscle has been battered. My legs, thighs, arm, waist back. Finally i become more aware of
I slide into the back seat of the car that’s meant to take us to Ryan’s school.Ryan sits beside me, eyes glued to his phone. He doesn’t acknowledge my presence—no glance, no greeting, just the cold glow of his screen reflecting off his face.I settle into the seat, watching him with the corner of my eye.He’s wearing a very stylish, quality uniform—the kind you’d see kids wearing at overly expensive private schools. Everything about it screams money and privilege. I desperately want to thank him for yesterday. Because, if not for him, who knows? I might be continuously haunted by what happened. But, It doesn’t seem like he wants to talk. Not to pressure him I take my eyes of him and I lean my head against the cool window.As the car begins to move, I feel his eyes on me, staring hard. But when I turn to him, his gaze is fixed back on his phone. As if he’s stealing glances.The ride is quiet until the car slows to a stop outside his school. The bodyguard steps down to open the d
The moment I reach home Madam Adora greets me with extremely good news.“Mrs. Zephyr, Your husband had to leave for an urgent trip to Italy,” she says and my eyes instantly widen in both surprise and excitement. I prayed in the car, that he goes to work and come back very late, so i will not have to spend time with him.But this! This is more than I asked for and I’m not complaining.What would be an even better news? He dies on this business trip and never returns.“When will he be back?” I ask.“It shouldn’t be up to two weeks.” She answers. “But he says not to worry too much and when he returns, he’ll take you on a honeymoon, and you two can make up for the lost time.”“Oh i'm not worried,” I whisper. The only thing I might be worried about is that so-called honeymoon. How would it go? Especially if Ryan is not around.Now in my room, I sink into an armchair staring at the wall.I’ve lost my virginity to a man I didn’t want—a night I can’t even remember. Trapped in a marriage wit
Melody’s mother stares at me, her face hardened with anger and hostility.I did literally nothing, I just introduced myself to her daughter so why is she reacting this way?Even if she plans on a being a typical jealous ex, this is too much.My face twists in confusion. “I… i was just—““Melody!” She yells, interrupting me, “come here!” Melody skips over to her without hesitation. Then grip the material on her mid white length skirt.“She has a pretty name—” I begin, trying to be polite. “Yeah, I didn’t ask,” she snaps, cutting me off. I blink, taken aback. “Oh…kay.” Clearing my throat, I force a thin smile as I walk towards her. “I’m Ha—” She stops me with a raise of her hand, “I know who you are, Hazel.” She sneers.Yeah, me, her? Definitely not going to be friends.“Okay... So what should I call you?” I ask, I should at least know her name.“You don’t need to know my name.” She brushes me off.I frown, now she’s just being ridiculous. “Uh… why not?”“Well, it’s obvious you’ll
My eyes flutter close as i feel Ryan’s lips against mine. His lips are soft and moist; and the taste of strong, bitter flavor alcohol, makes my head spin.“Mmm,” I moan, half in protest, half lost in the way his body melts into mine. His trembling fingers grip my face tighter, and he pushes forward until my back hits the cold wall with a soft thud. He pins me against the wall with more, tilting his head as his lips force mine open. And as they do, he slides his tongue in.“Uuggh,” a low satisfied groan rumbles deep from his throat, vibrating against my lips. I give in, tilting my head and parting my lips wider, allowing him to explore deeper.This is bad; he shouldn’t be kissing me and I shouldn’t be kissing him back. But I can’t stop. I love this; I love every second of his lips and body pressed against mine and the feeling of his warmth engulfing me.My hands staying stiff at my sides rise up his body, feeling around his chest before hooking around the back of his neck.Ryan groa
“How are you going to survive in this mansion if you’re this innocent, Hazel?”My body trembles incessantly in Ryan's hold, My entire body burning up, butterflies fluttering wildly in my stomach; worst of all, my panties are getting soaked.“I don’t know…” I mumble, and he smiles, his darkened eyes flickering down to my parted lips.“You’re so tempting…” he trails off huskily as he leans in again, and I find myself following his lead, leaning in as well. Our lips meet softly, but deepen the next second—lips part, tongues gliding over each other.Ryan's hands slide down from my back to my waist, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. He grips my hips with force and yanks me hard against his groin with a grunt.My eyes widen as I feel his bulge against my lower belly.“Uugh,” he groans as he grinds his clothed erection against me. I feel the hard ridge of it even through the layers of fabric separating us. My body arches into him, feeling pleasure course through my veins. “Ryan, you’r
Right now my tummy it’s the flattest it’s ever been in my entire life. Am i sick for thinking it looks a bit sexy? Yes I am.I’m not a foodie, but I eat at least one meal every day. Having not eaten anything for over two days really shows me how much I need food.My body feels weak and I can barely lift my legs as I go down the stairs, heading to the dining room for breakfast.Starving myself now is not going to help, I need as much energy as I can get for now.As I reach the big, luxurious dining room, my breath catches in my throat as I see Ryan at the other end, peacefully eating his breakfast.He lifts his gaze from his full plate to my form but looks away immediately. So do I, turning my head to the side.I better not eat now, not with Ryan in the same room as me. I don’t think i can handle it.Memories of my shameful act suddenly floods my mind, making my whole body feel red hot.Yesterday… The night didn’t end after I ran out of Ryan's room; Just after that, I did something fil
As Ryan leaves, in the next two hours of giving some time for my large breakfast to digest I walk around the mansion. I still haven’t uncovered every corner of this massive estate. Adora, the housekeeper I’ve barely seen since yesterday morning, only shows me the places she wants me to see— not the ones I care about.I stroll into a narrow hallway beside the kitchen and just as I turn a corner, I start to hear noises. My chest tightens with unease as I begin to walk slowly and carefully, trying not to make any sound.As my feet bring me closer to where the sound is coming from, I realize it’s not just random sound— the noise turns into voices, then into words until I begin to hear a full conversation.“Sir… please—wait.” a small, pleading female voice, begs. I can feel the fear and resistance in her voice even from a distance.“Wait for what, Ruth? I want you now!” A man's voice growls, making chills course through my own veins.“But sir, I’m not on duty.” She yelps, and a crashing s
Jenna’s face twists with confusion, but before she can say anything, I pull her toward me, wrap my arm tightly around her torso, and cover her mouth with my hand.“Mmh mmh mmh!!” She struggles but I walk forward with her and when I reach the door, the hand I use to cover her mouth moves down to open it.“What the hell are you doing, Ryan!” she yells, using the opportunity.I ignore her pushing the door open then lunge in immediately, closing it behind me.Still holding her against me, my eyes adjust to the dark room—it’s almost like a storage room cluttered with worn-out designs and furniture.‘No one will be coming in here anytime soon.’“Ryan!&rdq
Sooner than i expect, Jenna starts to strut toward us. Each stride, confident and full of power.When she is about eight feet away from us, Hazel clings closer to me, her head lifting up as she clutches my arm, and I turn to her, locking gazes.“I think I see her now,” she says nervously, glancing at Jenna’s determined approach. “And I hate to admit, but she looks stunning,” she adds in a hushed whisper, but I catch it. “Not as stunning as you,” I assure her. There’s no need to feel insecure now, Hazel. You’re the one I want, not Jenna. “Well, if it isn’t the motherfucking lying cheater,” she sneers, as she struts and stops sharply in front of me, her glare burning into me, her voice loud enough to turn a few nearby heads making me glance around. “Why do you look so surprised?” She questions, enlarging her eyes. “You thought I’d be at home crying into a box of tissues all weekend? Because you broke up with me over a text, two days before prom, and blocked me when I tried to cal
I walk down the stairs leading to the mansion’s yard, Aldo’s hand steadying mineI should be annoyed by his presence, but my focus is entirely on Ryan.He’s waiting for me at the foot of the stairs, his gaze fixed on me as if I’m the only thing that exists in his world. I look down at my dress for a brief second. It’s like I’m the main character of a princess fairytale.The soft pink dress flows like a dream, shimmering , as if sprinkled with stardust. The bodice hugs my torso snugly, clinging to my waist and bust. Thin straps rest on my shoulders, and the ethereal off-the-shoulder tulle sleeves fall over my arms, fluttering gently against my skin. The full skirt cascades gracefully to the floor, its layers endless, light, and airy—it almost feels like I’m floating in the sky. The whole dress is perfection, but when I think I’ve experienced perfection, the moment I finally get off the stairs and reach Ryan is when I see what real perfection is. “You look very beautiful,” he whis
“Y-you should come with me.” The instant the words leave my mouth, I know I’m dead. “Huh?” she blurts, as confused and surprised as I am. Then I think, ‘This is your chance, Ryan. Tell her you’re just kidding.’“I mean,” I clear my throat, “Hazel… will you be my prom date?” Oh, fuck! I can’t help it—I want her to come with me and experience it. The sadness in her voice makes it seem like she truly regrets missing it prom.I never took much interest in prom. it’s almost like a waste of time—getting all dressed up, doing that cringe dance, eating food, which we can do anywhere. But then, if I have prom with the right person… maybe I can enjoy it. And that right person is Hazel. She shakes her head frantically. “No, Ryan, what do you mean? Y—you already have a girlfriend that you should take her—” “Hazel—” “—besides, I’m a third-year college student, not a high school senior. I’m not 18, Ryan... It’ll be weird.” She argues.“Girlfriend?” I murmur to myself, my gaze drifti
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
“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
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
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
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