Chapter Three

Violet stood at Shawn's doorstep, her hand hesitating over the door handle. she knew once she stepped inside, there would be no turning back, she felt pained knowing she is giving herself to a monster, somebody she despise the most in this whole wide world, she couldn't think of hour to escape, she just wish for the ground to open up and swallow her up or her grandmother could just walk in through that door.Her heart sank, and she felt a wave of despair wash over her. She was trapped, with no escape in sight.She thought for a while and idea rushed through her mind, she rushed back to her to change into another clothes.

Shawn, on the other hand, was oblivious to Violet's turmoil. He was lying on his bed, shirtless, working on his laptop. When someone knocked on the door, he stood up, expecting it to be Violet. He opened the door, and his eyes widened in surprise at Violet's appearance.

Violet was wearing a tight jeans trousers with a big polo, and her hair looked messy with an excess of funny makeup on her face. Shawn's expression was one of disgust, and he sighed tiredly at her.

"What are you wearing?" he asked, his voice laced with disdain.

She looked up at him, her face bowed. "What I love wearing every night," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He sighed again, his face unimpressed. "Do you know what you look like right now? You look like a zombie."

She raised her face to him, a fake smile plastered on her face. "Really? So, can I go back to my room now?"

She turned to leave, but Shawn quickly grabbed his shirt and pulled her inside, shutting the door behind her. Violet gulped nervously, knowing that her trick hadn't worked.

Shawn's expression was cold, his eyes glinting with amusement. Violet avoided his gaze, her voice trembling. "Please don't hurt me, I am not ready."

His looks didn't change, but he pulled away from Violet, his eyes never leaving hers.

Violet's eyes widened as He spoke, his voice cold and unyielding. "I told you to get yourself prepared," he said, his voice firm.

Her face contorted in fear, her eyes pleading. "I am not ready, I don't want to, please give me something else to do and I will do it," she said, her voice shaking.

His turned mocking, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You naughty fool, do you really think I will want to have something with you? You are nothing but a slave to me, I will have you when you are willing to give yourself to me," he said, his voice dripping with disdain.

He moved to the bed, handing her a brown envelope. "Here, this is for you," he said, his appearance indifferent.

She took the envelope, her hands shaking. "What's this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Shawn shrugged, his expression uninterested. "Why not see for yourself?" he said, leaving her to open the envelope.

Violet's eyes widened as she pulled out a white paper, her face lighting up with excitement. She glanced through the paper, her eyes scanning the contents. Suddenly, she let out a scream, quickly covering her mouth. "I...I...yes!!!" she exclaimed, jumping up and down.

"Please leave my room, you are distracting me," he said, waving his hand dismissively. Violet rushed out of his room, excitement radiating from her face. "So ungrateful, she couldn't say thank you to me for making..." He muttered to himself, but his words were cut off as Violet opened the door.

"Thank you," she smiled, her eyes sparkling with gratitude, before leaving and shutting the door behind her.

He scoffed, his expression unimpressed, and continued with what he was doing.

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Violet's face lit up with excitement as she shared the good news with the workers. "Congratulations!" they chimed in unison, their faces beaming with smiles.

Violet smiled, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Thank you, finally I am free at last," she said, her voice filled with relief.

But her joy was short-lived, as Shawn appeared from behind, his appearance cold and unyielding. "Says who?" he asked, his voice firm.

The staff quickly dispersed, busying themselves with their tasks. Shawn smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You are not free until your grandmother pays me back my money," he said, his voice dripping with disdain.

Violet's face fell, her eyes flashing with anger. "Moron, does he have to remind me of my misery?" she muttered under her breath.

Later, during lunch, Violet and Shawn sat at the dining table, eating in silence. Shawn broke the silence. "Just so you know, you will be going to school from home, a guard will be assigned to take you to school and bring you back home."

She surprise, her face contorted in concern. "How do you expect me to do that, the school is two hours drive from here," she said, her voice laced with worry.

His shrugged, "I don't care, it's an order, everything you need has been paid for," he said, his voice firm. Her face twisted in anger, her eyes flashing with defiance. "You are still my slave, there is no freedom for you until your debt is paid," he said, his voice dripping with disdain.

"I am not your slave, don't you ever call me that again, you and my grandmother made the deal, why am I being used as prey?" she exclaimed, her voice shaking with anger.

His eyes turned cold, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You are and you will always be, now I see why your family abandoned you, you are a cursed child, stop dreaming your grandmother will come for you, because it will never happen, she sold you to me and you will remain with me," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

Her face twisted in rage, her eyes blazing with fury. "I hate you, you are a monster!" she exclaimed, her voice shaking with anger.

Shawn's expression turned cold, his eyes narrowing into slits. "What did you just call me?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.

"A monster, that's what you are! Who do you think you are that you will decide my future for me? I am not a cursed child... You are the cursed one, how am I sure your family didn't abandon you as well, that's why no one ever comes around to ask of you, you are a loner and that you will be for the rest of your miserable life!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the room.

Shawn's face turned red with rage, his eyes blazing with fury. He hit the table hard, shaking the whole building. "How dare you!" he exclaimed, his voice thundering through the room. He stood up, his eyes fixed on Violet, and stared hard into her eyes. "Today, I will show the monster that I am," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

He pulled Violet up, flipping her over his shoulder as he headed upstairs. "Let me go!" She struggled and hit him, trying to get him to put her down.

The staff from the kitchen rushed out, their faces filled with fear and concern. Shawn entered his bedroom, flipping Violet onto the bed. She flinched in fear, her eyes wide with terror.

"No, please," she sobbed, her body shaking with fear.

Shawn's expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with malice. "I am a monster, right?" he said, taking off his shirt.

Violet was shaking in fear, trying to scramble away from him. "No! I am sorry!" she begged, her voice trembling with fear.

He pulled her back, staring hard into her eyes. He started to rip off her clothes, Violet screaming and begging him to stop. But Shawn was filled with anger, his face twisted in rage.

"Please! Don't!" She sobbed, her body shaking with fear.

Shawn grunted angrily, constantly hitting his hand on the pillow. "Get out!" he yelled, his voice thundering through the room. She ran out quickly, tears streaming down her face.

Shawn sat upright on the bed, groaning in anger. He stood up, took his phone, and walked out, his men following closely behind. When they arrived at the car, they got in and sped off.

Some minutes later, Shawn arrived at his clubhouse and made his way to the VIP section. The music was loud, and people were drinking and dancing. A waiter approached him and served his favorite drink.

Just then, a lady interrupted him, wearing a seductive outfit. Shawn raised his face, looking at her with interest, and gestured to the men at the entrance to let her in. She rushed over to him, smiling flirtatiously.

Shawn smirked mischievously, clearly enjoying the attention. The lady started to chat with him, laughing and playing with her hair. Shawn leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed and entertained.

The lady leaned in close, whispering something in Shawn's ear. He smiled, seeming to enjoy the conversation. The music and laughter continued to fill the air, creating a lively atmosphere.