Damian opened the door to his room slowly, the night was chilly from outside, but that wasn't what was making him uneasy. He had been sitting in his study for two hours, trying to distract himself, but the image of Yara kept nagging at him. The desire to get close to her burned more and more. Damian knew he shouldn't, but the urge was too strong to resist. When Damian stepped inside, he saw Yara sleeping on her side in her bed. The girl looked tired, her body curled up under the thin blanket. Her long hair was disheveled, hiding part of her face. Damian approached with calm steps, but there was something in his eyes that was dark and unreadable. He stared at Yara like someone who had lost control of himself. Without waking her up, he took out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, then deftly attached them to her wrists. "Uh... What-" Yara gasped, her eyes opening in shock. She turned her head quickly, and found Damian standing next to her. Her face turned pale as she felt the col
Damian slammed the glass against the living room wall so hard that it shattered into a million pieces. The sound broke the silence, making the servants who had been cleaning the room immediately run to the farthest corner, terrified. Damian's face turned red, his jaw hardened, and his eyes flashed an uncontrollable rage. "You bastard! How dare he invade my territory!" he snapped as he pounded the table with his fists, causing everything on it to shake. "How could you guys let your guard down! Did I hire a loser here?!" One of his subordinates tried to approach, but his body was trembling. "Ma-sorry, Mr. Damian... We'll take care of it right away. This won't happen again." Damian turned his head sharply, a piercing look in his eyes. "You think sorry is enough?! Then go, take care of it now! Or don't come back at all!" The man nodded frantically before rushing out. The rest of the people in the room immediately stepped aside one by one, leaving Damian alone in the middle of the
Yara had just finished bathing, her body still wet, and she was only wearing a towel wrapped around her petite body. She stood in front of the closet, ready to change her clothes. However, the sound of the door opening suddenly made her turn around. Damian stood in the doorway, looking at her with sharp, eager eyes. "Damian! What are you doing here?" asked Yara in a high tone, trying to cover her body more tightly with a towel. Damian didn't answer immediately. He stepped into the room quietly, closing the door behind him. His gaze didn't leave Yara who was now looking at him with fear mixed with confusion. "You started it, Yara," Damian said in a low, but clear tone. His voice was heavy, like there was something he couldn't hold back anymore. "So don't blame me if I want it tonight." Yara took a few steps back, her back bumping into the closet. "What do you mean? That... that was just my way of stopping you that time. It meant nothing!" her voice trembled, though she tried
"Yara! Why are you crying! Don't you want to conquer that monster?" Yara muttered to herself, wiping away her tears quickly. She stood in front of the mirror, staring at her still slightly wet face. She took a deep breath, trying to brace herself. There was no point in crying. "He's not human... He's a monster... And that monster I must defeat," she whispered to her own reflection. "Self-respect? What good is pride when my life is like this?" Yara sighed, replacing the fearful expression on her face with forced courage. Without hesitation, she opened the bedroom door and stepped out. Her steps were quick, until she found Damian standing in the dining room, sipping a glass of red wine with a blank stare out the window. "Damian," Yara called, her voice firm, but there was a subtle tremble to it. Damian turned his head slowly. His gaze was cold as always, but a little surprised to see Yara suddenly appear. "What's wrong, Yara? You're not quite satisfied with everything that happen
Damian sat in his study with a wine glass in hand. His eyes stare blankly at the documents scattered across the desk, but his mind is not on numbers or business strategy. He was replaying the plan he had laid out years ago-make the girl fall in love with him, break her down by leaving her, then watch her fall apart, just like his mother had. Damian clenched his fists until his books turned white. "I can't lose focus," he muttered. "Yara is just a tool. She must pay for her family's sins." He took a deep breath, trying to calm his sudden anger. His thoughts returned to Yara, the little girl who was slowly starting to show a different side of herself. Unlike other women he had controlled, Yara was not completely submissive. Even as she tried to dominate, there was a subtle resistance that kept him on his toes. However, Damian gave a small smile. "She'll fall too. Just like the others." Meanwhile, in Yara's room, the girl sat on the bed, staring at the locked window. She took a dee
Damian was sitting in his study when his cell phone rang loudly, breaking the silence. He furrowed his brow and picked it up immediately. The voice of the doctor who had been treating his mother sounded panicked on the other side. "Mr. Damian, I'm sorry. Mrs. Dania... she managed to escape. We tried to calm her down, but she was hysterical. The guards-" "What?! Escaped?!" Damian stood up instantly, his chair almost tipping backward. His voice sounded like a thunderous crash. "How come? What have you been doing all this time, huh?!" "She became very aggressive, sir. We didn't expect his strength... we-" "Shut up!" Damian slammed his cell phone down on the table, his face red with anger. He yelled at the people in his house, making the sound echo throughout the mansion. "Dog! You're all incompetent!" Yara, who was in her room at the time, heard Damian's shrill shout. She frowned, confused and alarmed. She didn't know what was going on, but Damian's anger felt so terrible that her
Yara sat in the quiet living room, fiddling nervously with the hem of her skirt. It had been two days since Damian had left the mansion. He didn't say anything, just left after throwing a tantrum because his mother was missing. The atmosphere in the mansion felt strange without Damian. The servants walked cautiously, as if afraid that Damian's shadow was still lurking even though he wasn't home. Yara's curiosity began to grow. What exactly was going on with Damian's mother? Why was Damian so angry that everyone was scared just by hearing his voice? She stood up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen, where the servants usually gathered. Sure enough, there were two servants talking while washing dishes. When Yara walked in, they immediately fell silent, looking down as usual. "Hey," Yara called in a casual tone, trying not to look intimidating. "Let me ask you something." The two waitresses looked at each other, hesitating. "What do you want to ask, Miss?" one of them finally sp
On a small, deserted street, a woman with matted hair and shabby clothes walked without direction. Her face was dirty, her eyes wild, chuckling while talking to herself. That was Madame Dania. After years of being locked in a secret room in Damian's mansion, she was now free, but that freedom did not bring her peace. "Hahaha... they think they can stop me," Dania muttered in a high tone, her eyes glancing into the air as if someone was there. "Felix... Felix, where are you? I'll show you... me... I'm better than anyone..." Her steps stopped in the middle of the road, just as a car sped up. The driver honked loudly, but Dania just laughed, not moving at all. "BUK!" Dania's body bounced onto the asphalt, as a man got out of the car and screamed. "Oh my God! What did I do?" The man ran over, his face pale at the sight of the woman's body lying in front of him. But as he got closer and saw her face more clearly, the man was stunned. "Dania...?" he whispered. His hand trembled as
Damian sat on the sofa with his breathing becoming more regular, though his face still looked dark. The wine in his glass was placed unceremoniously on the table, no longer attracting his attention. Yara, who was still sitting next to him, watched carefully. This is a chance to know more, she thought. If she could understand Damian's wounds, maybe she could find a way to conquer the man."Damian," Yara called slowly, making sure her voice didn't provoke any more emotions. "I want to know something. About... Mrs. Dania. What exactly happened to her?"Damian turned his head quickly, his gaze piercing. There was doubt in his eyes, but Yara held that look, waiting for his answer."You want to know about my mother?" Damian asked in a low voice, almost a whisper. Yara nodded slowly. "You said she's been sick for eighteen years. That's a long time, Damian. I just... want to understand. What made her like that?"Damian sighed heavily, his body leaning back against the couch. His hands clench
The next day, Damian sat in the living room with a glass of wine in his hand. His eyes were dreamy, his mind dark, full of anger and bitter memories. Felix. The name kept haunting his mind. All the old wounds he had tried to bury all this time came rushing back. And now, in front of her was Yara, that girl. Yara's eyes, her smile, even the way she looked-all reminded Damian of the man who had ruined his mother's life. Yara, who had been standing by the door, watched Damian. She knew he was deep in thought, but she didn't care. If this was her way of conquering the monster, then she would do it. With slow steps, Yara approached, wearing a simple dress that accentuated her curves. "Damian," she called softly. "Why are you sitting here alone? You look... different." Damian looked up, his eyes sharp, full of suspicion. "What do you want, Yara?" Yara smiled a little, then sat down next to him uninvited. She touched Damian's arm lightly. "I just wanted to know what you were thinking. Y
Damian sat in the dark and silent study, illuminated only by the dim light of the desk lamp. His face was tense, his eyes red from lack of sleep over the past week. The phone on his desk rang, but after hearing the voices of his team members on the other end only to announce yet another failure, Damian threw the phone against the wall. The phone shattered into a million pieces."Dogs all!" Damian growled under his breath, his hands clenched into fists until his knuckles turned white. He stared blankly at the table, his mind haunted by the image of his missing mother. From behind the door, Yara peeked out cautiously. The girl bit her lip, trying to decide whether she should go in or not. But after seeing Damian slumped over in despair, she took a deep breath and ventured into the room. "Damian," Yara called softly as she approached. Damian didn't answer. He only looked up briefly before looking down again, ignoring Yara's presence."If you continue like this, you'll get sick," Yara
Damian stood in the living room of the mansion, his anger already at its peak. The doctor in charge of tracking his mother's whereabouts stood before him with a pale face, clutching a folder with trembling hands. "It's been a week!" Damian shouted, his voice echoing throughout the room. "A week! And you still haven't found my mother! Are you all this useless?" "T-Lord Damian... we've tried s-everything, but-" Damian didn't let the doctor finish his sentence. He strode forward, grabbed the doctor by the collar, and brutally shoved him against the wall. "Don't give me excuses!" hissed Damian with eyes full of rage. His large hands grabbed the doctor by the neck, pushing him until he could hardly breathe. "You know what it would mean if I lost my mom forever, huh?!" The doctor could only stammer, his face red from lack of air. The bodyguards standing by the door looked at each other, none daring to step forward to stop Damian. Everyone knew how dangerous it would be to try to fight
On a small, deserted street, a woman with matted hair and shabby clothes walked without direction. Her face was dirty, her eyes wild, chuckling while talking to herself. That was Madame Dania. After years of being locked in a secret room in Damian's mansion, she was now free, but that freedom did not bring her peace. "Hahaha... they think they can stop me," Dania muttered in a high tone, her eyes glancing into the air as if someone was there. "Felix... Felix, where are you? I'll show you... me... I'm better than anyone..." Her steps stopped in the middle of the road, just as a car sped up. The driver honked loudly, but Dania just laughed, not moving at all. "BUK!" Dania's body bounced onto the asphalt, as a man got out of the car and screamed. "Oh my God! What did I do?" The man ran over, his face pale at the sight of the woman's body lying in front of him. But as he got closer and saw her face more clearly, the man was stunned. "Dania...?" he whispered. His hand trembled as
Yara sat in the quiet living room, fiddling nervously with the hem of her skirt. It had been two days since Damian had left the mansion. He didn't say anything, just left after throwing a tantrum because his mother was missing. The atmosphere in the mansion felt strange without Damian. The servants walked cautiously, as if afraid that Damian's shadow was still lurking even though he wasn't home. Yara's curiosity began to grow. What exactly was going on with Damian's mother? Why was Damian so angry that everyone was scared just by hearing his voice? She stood up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen, where the servants usually gathered. Sure enough, there were two servants talking while washing dishes. When Yara walked in, they immediately fell silent, looking down as usual. "Hey," Yara called in a casual tone, trying not to look intimidating. "Let me ask you something." The two waitresses looked at each other, hesitating. "What do you want to ask, Miss?" one of them finally sp
Damian was sitting in his study when his cell phone rang loudly, breaking the silence. He furrowed his brow and picked it up immediately. The voice of the doctor who had been treating his mother sounded panicked on the other side. "Mr. Damian, I'm sorry. Mrs. Dania... she managed to escape. We tried to calm her down, but she was hysterical. The guards-" "What?! Escaped?!" Damian stood up instantly, his chair almost tipping backward. His voice sounded like a thunderous crash. "How come? What have you been doing all this time, huh?!" "She became very aggressive, sir. We didn't expect his strength... we-" "Shut up!" Damian slammed his cell phone down on the table, his face red with anger. He yelled at the people in his house, making the sound echo throughout the mansion. "Dog! You're all incompetent!" Yara, who was in her room at the time, heard Damian's shrill shout. She frowned, confused and alarmed. She didn't know what was going on, but Damian's anger felt so terrible that her
Damian sat in his study with a wine glass in hand. His eyes stare blankly at the documents scattered across the desk, but his mind is not on numbers or business strategy. He was replaying the plan he had laid out years ago-make the girl fall in love with him, break her down by leaving her, then watch her fall apart, just like his mother had. Damian clenched his fists until his books turned white. "I can't lose focus," he muttered. "Yara is just a tool. She must pay for her family's sins." He took a deep breath, trying to calm his sudden anger. His thoughts returned to Yara, the little girl who was slowly starting to show a different side of herself. Unlike other women he had controlled, Yara was not completely submissive. Even as she tried to dominate, there was a subtle resistance that kept him on his toes. However, Damian gave a small smile. "She'll fall too. Just like the others." Meanwhile, in Yara's room, the girl sat on the bed, staring at the locked window. She took a dee
"Yara! Why are you crying! Don't you want to conquer that monster?" Yara muttered to herself, wiping away her tears quickly. She stood in front of the mirror, staring at her still slightly wet face. She took a deep breath, trying to brace herself. There was no point in crying. "He's not human... He's a monster... And that monster I must defeat," she whispered to her own reflection. "Self-respect? What good is pride when my life is like this?" Yara sighed, replacing the fearful expression on her face with forced courage. Without hesitation, she opened the bedroom door and stepped out. Her steps were quick, until she found Damian standing in the dining room, sipping a glass of red wine with a blank stare out the window. "Damian," Yara called, her voice firm, but there was a subtle tremble to it. Damian turned his head slowly. His gaze was cold as always, but a little surprised to see Yara suddenly appear. "What's wrong, Yara? You're not quite satisfied with everything that happen