"Yara, someone's looking for you!" shouted her friend, who worked as a cashier.Yara frowned, wiped her hands on her green apron, and walked towards the door. However, her steps were halted when a tall man stood right in front of her. She didn't recognize the man."May I help you, sir?" she asked, smiling kindly at him.The man didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed Yara's arm quickly."Wait, what are you doing? Let go of me!" cried Yara, trying to pull her hand away, but the man's grip was too strong.Without a word, the man dragged Yara out of the shop. Sarah could only look on in fear, not knowing what to do.Yara was forced into a luxurious black car that was waiting outside. Despite her cries for help, the car sped away from the small street where the flower shop was located.After a few minutes of traveling in suspense, the car stopped in front of a large mansion with a high fence. The car door was opened, and Yara was dragged back inside."Let go of me! What do you want from me?" y
"Why are you doing this? Why should you choose me? Why, sir? Why?" Yara asked again in a hoarse voice, looking at Damian hatefully.Damian smirked. "Because I was sure you were a virgin."Yara was shocked. Her eyes widened at the answer. "What? You're crazy! You have nothing to do with it!" she shouted, trying to move away, but Damian was faster.He grabbed a chain with a leather collar from a small bedside table. Without saying much, he wrapped it around Yara's neck like a dog."What are you doing?! Let go of me! You've gone too far!" yelled Yara, her body writhing in an attempt to resist.But Damian didn't care. He pulled the end of the chain with his strong hands until Yara was dragged towards the bed. Yara's breath caught, her body trembling with fear mixed with anger."Listen, Yara. You must know your place. From now on, you are mine, whether as a servant or more than that," Damian said in a low but threatening tone.Yara shook her head violently, tears beginning to flow. "No! I
In another room."Sir, you want to make that little girl fall in love with you, but you treat her like an animal? Isn't that too much, Mr. Damian?" said Hugo, the assistant, even though in his heart he knew his words were risky.Damian, who was lighting his cigar, looked at Hugo with a sharp gaze. "Are you trying to teach me how to deal with women, Hugo?" snapped Damian."Sorry, sir! I'm not teaching, but giving an opinion. Your actions will only make her hate you more. Doesn't Mr. Damian want to make that little girl fall in love with him?"Those words echoed in Damian's head throughout the night. After a few moments of silence in his chair, he decided to go to Yara's room.When he opened the door, Damian was stunned to see Yara still in the same place—wrapped in a thin blanket, her body looking weak, and her eyes still puffy. Yara didn't even bother to cover her naked body; she just glanced at Damian with a hateful look."What do you want, Mr. Damian? Do you want to torture me again
After a while, Yara sat on the edge of the bed. She looked at the door, feeling her chest tighten in the prison-like room. Her breathing was labored."I need to get out of here," she whispered softly, gripping the blanket tightly that was still wrapped around her body.Her eyes moved around the room, looking for something that could help her. On the table, she spotted the empty glass and plate from the meal Damian had brought earlier. If she could break the glass, maybe she could use it as a weapon.However, Yara knew it was risky. Damian would definitely hear the sound of the broken glass. Finally, she decided to try another way. Slowly, Yara crawled to the door, opened it slightly, and peeked out. The corridor was deserted, lit only by the faint glow of the chandelier on the ceiling."It's now or never," she muttered, gathering courage.She stepped slowly, trying not to let her feet make a sound. Her heartbeat was like a drum in her ears.However, just a few steps out of the room, t
Ten o'clock at night.Damian opened the bedroom door with a tray in his hand. On it was a bowl of warm soup and a glass of orange juice. His steps were slow. As he approached Yara, she immediately fixed him with a sharp, hateful stare."Eat," Damian said simply as he placed the tray on the small table beside the bed.Yara didn't answer; she just looked away. Her hands were still bound in chains, leaving her little choice, but she wasn't about to show weakness in front of the man."Yara, I don't want to argue. Eat now," Damian said more firmly, picking up a bowl of soup and holding a spoon. He sat on the edge of the bed, trying to feed Yara."Don't touch me," Yara refused."Don't be stubborn. You need to eat," Damian retorted, bringing the spoon to Yara's mouth.Yara turned her face away violently. "I'd rather starve to death than accept anything from you."Damian's thin patience was running out. His jaw hardened. "I've tried to be nice, Yara. Don't force me to use other means." Yara
After pondering for a while, Damian entered the room. After he opened the door, he closed it slowly and then walked over to the bed where Yara was still sitting with a hateful gaze."That's enough," Damian said as he grabbed a small key from his pocket. Quickly, he untied Yara's wrists and legs. "I won't tie you up again."Yara rubbed her reddened wrists, glaring at Damian. "You fool! How can I eat when you tie me up like that?" Yara's voice was full of anger, despite her trembling body.Damian let out a long breath. "I know. Sorry, I forgot to open the cuffs." He picked up the soup bowl from the small table and sat beside Yara. "Now eat up. You don't have to endure this just to fight me."Yara shook her head slowly, refusing. "I don't want to eat."Damian brought the spoon to her lips. "Yara, stop this drama. You won't win if you continue like this. Just eat."After a while, Yara finally opened her mouth reluctantly, letting Damian feed her. Her gaze was still full of anger, but her
In the ICU of a hospital located quite a distance from Damian's mansion, Yara stood by her mother's bedside. Her body was wrapped in an oversized nurse's uniform, a mask partially covered her face, and large glasses almost fell off her nose. Her eyes were red, not just from lack of sleep, but from the incessant crying since she managed to get there. Yara grasped her mother's thin, drooping hand tightly. "Mom... please wake up," she whispered while trying to hold back sobs. Her tears dripped between her mother's cold fingers. "I'm already here. I'll take care of you. I won't let him touch me again." Her mother's face looked pale, with a breathing apparatus and various medical wires connected to her body. The sight broke Yara's heart. Yara closed her eyes, remembering how she had escaped. She waited until the night was completely silent, then took advantage of the guard who was asleep in a chair by the door. Carefully, she opened the window of the room and climbed out using a cloth t
Damian dragged Yara to the basement of his mansion. His footsteps were heavy, his breathing ragged with emotion. Yara tried to resist, her small body kicking and punching with all its might, but Damian was too strong. He pulled her roughly, opened the heavy metal door, and pushed her to the cold, hard floor. "How dare you run away from me, Yara!" Damian snapped in a booming voice. "I gave you a chance, but you used it to escape!" Yara fell down, but she quickly got up despite her trembling body. Her gaze was sharp, full of resistance, and although her face was tired, she tried to show courage. "What did you expect? I stay here, letting you continue to torture me? Never!" Damian approached, pulling Yara roughly to her feet, both of the girl's hands tied behind her body. "You're really stubborn, huh. I could just kill you right now, you know?" Yara grinned sarcastically, though her lips trembled. "Just do it! I'd rather die than live with you!" Damian's anger peaked. Without saying
Damian had just entered the mansion with calm steps. After a full day of dark business, his body felt a little tired, but his mind was still sharp. Hugo followed behind him, giving a brief report before finally leaving Damian alone. As Damian entered his room, his gaze immediately fell on Yara who was fast asleep on the bed. Her breathing was regular, her face looking peaceful under the light of the nightlight. Damian stood at the edge of the bed, staring at the girl unconsciously flashing a small smile. "Damn, why am I getting attracted to her?"Damian sighed, rubbing his face for a moment. Sure, Yara was originally just a tool for his revenge on Felix. But now? With each passing day, he became more and more unsure of his original intentions. She had wanted to wake Yara up, wanted to pull the girl into her arms, wanted to feel the warmth that had recently become addictive. But seeing Yara sleeping like that, he couldn't bear it. Damian finally moved to leave, but just as he t
Seven o'clock in the morning. Damian sat in his chair with a cold expression, staring at Yara who was busy spooning food onto her plate. Yara pretended not to care, although she could feel Damian's piercing gaze. The servants stood in the corner of the room, waiting for orders, but they could feel the tension between their Master and the girl who was now the center of his attention. Damian finally opened his voice. "Don't ever do it again, Yara."Yara, who was chewing bread, immediately stopped. She swallowed with difficulty and then looked at Damian with a confused expression. "What does that mean?"Damian put down his knife and fork with a sound loud enough to make some of the servants flinch. "Never leave the mansion in secret again. Let alone disguise yourself as a servant just to trick the guards." Yara was silent. She knew this would be discussed. "I'm just bored, Damian," Yara tried to defend herself. "I'm not a prisoner, but I'm treated like a bird in a cage. I need f
In the dimly lit room, Yara sat on the edge of the bed looking at Damian's bruised face. Her heart ached to see him in this state. With trembling hands, she took a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic and began to dab the wound at the corner of Damian's lip. Damian winced slightly. "You intentionally hurt me more, huh?" Yara sighed, her voice trembling slightly. "If I could, I'd like to take away all your pain, Damian. But I don't know how." Damian stared at her silently, noticing how Yara's eyes seemed to glaze over. The girl looked down, rubbing the wound on her temple very carefully, as if afraid of hurting it further. Suddenly a drop of tear fell onto Damian's hand. He frowned. "Yara, why are you crying?" Yara swallowed, shaking her head lightly. "It's okay." Damian didn't believe her. His hand came up, his fingers touching Yara's chin, forcing her to look at him directly. "Tell me." Yara bit her lip, trying to contain the turmoil in her chest. "I... I'm scared, Damian.
That night, the sky was dark, as if signaling an impending bloodbath. Damian and his men stood in front of Nathaniel's headquarters, an old building in a remote village far away from people. Hugo signaled, and within seconds, several of Damian's men spread out around the building. Damian stared straight ahead, his face cold but his eyes full of anger. Yara was inside. He wouldn't let anyone touch her again. Hugo approached Damian. "We're ready, sir. Just waiting for orders." Damian nodded. "Attack." In an instant, gunshots erupted, breaking the silence of the night. Damian's men rushed in, facing Nathaniel's men who were already preparing to defend their position. Inside the dark room, Yara sat in a corner with her hands bound. Her heart raced as the sound of gunfire grew closer. Damian... he's coming.Nathaniel walked into the room with an angry face. "Looks like your lover is completely insane. I'll have to teach him a lesson." Yara gave him a sharp look. "If you touch h
Yara sat in the corner of the small, damp room, her hands still bound. There was only one small window above her head, but the iron bars made it impossible to escape. How long had she been here? One day? Two days? Nathaniel stood in front of her with a triumphant look. "It's useless to beg, little girl. I won't let you go," he said casually, folding his arms across his chest. Yara gave him a hateful look. "Why did you kidnap me? I have nothing to do with your business." Nathaniel chuckled. "Oh, of course you do. You are Damian's greatest weakness. I wanted to see how that man would fall to his knees when he found out you were in my hands." Yara bit her lip, holding back anger. "Damian won't give up on you. He's not that weak." Nathaniel leaned closer, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look directly into his eyes. "We'll see about that," he said in a challenging tone. Yara brushed his hand away roughly. "I won't let you win." Nathaniel smiled wryly. "We'll see how long
Yara's body fell limp. Her head felt heavy, her vision was completely dark. She didn't know where she was, she just felt her body being shaken as if she was being carried in a speeding vehicle. Moments before, Yara was just about to get into a taxi when suddenly someone hit her on the back of the head. She didn't get to see who it was, and after that, everything went black. Elsewhere, at seven in the evening, Damian had just arrived at the Mansion.He got out of the car looking tired, but still charismatic. Usually, as soon as he got home, Yara would greet him, either with a frown, a curious look, or even a faint smile that always managed to break down his arrogance. However, this time... there was no one. Damian walked in with a flat expression, his eyes sweeping around the room. A servant bowed respectfully to him. "Where is Miss Yara?" asked Damian casually, taking off his expensive watch. The servant looked doubtful, "We don't know, sir. Miss Yara has been in her room
The dining table was already filled with various dishes. Yara sat next to Damian, looking at him reading a document while enjoying her breakfast. Yara pushed a spoonful of rice towards Damian. "Come on, open your mouth," she said with a sweet smile. Damian glanced at Yara briefly before refocusing on his paperwork. "I can eat by myself." Yara snorted. "But I want to feed you." "No need," Damian replied flatly. Yara persisted, offering another spoonful of rice. "If you don't want it, I'll stay here until you open your mouth." Damian sighed, setting the document down. "You are stubborn." "And you're annoying," Yara quickly retorted. Damian stared at Yara, then turned to the servants standing in a row in the corner of the room, watching them expressionlessly. Suddenly, a sly smile appeared on his face. Yara was still waiting for Damian to open his mouth, but before she knew it, he was already pulling her by the scruff of the neck and crushing her lips deeply. Her eyes
That morning, Yara woke up earlier than usual. The sunlight coming through the window gently illuminated the room. Damian was still fast asleep next to her, his breathing regular, his face looking more peaceful than when he was awake. Yara looked at him for a moment before getting out of bed. She walked over to the closet, picked out some work clothes for Damian, and placed them neatly on a chair. After making sure everything was ready, Yara returned to the bed and sat by Damian's side. "Damian, wake up..." she whispered softly. The man stirred, still asleep. Yara sighed, then smiled a little. When did she start enjoying moments like this? She didn't know herself. Without thinking, Yara leaned in and gently kissed Damian's lips. Damian wiggled his eyebrows, squirmed slightly, but didn't open his eyes. Yara tried again, this time kissing him longer. Suddenly, Damian's hands moved, wrapping around Yara's waist, pulling him closer. Yara was startled, but before she could reac
In a dark room lit only by a computer screen, Hugo sat with a serious expression. His fingers were nimbly typing on the keyboard, while the screen showed Nathaniel Black's corporate system slowly eroding. A few minutes later, one of Nathaniel's main networks was completely paralyzed. Hugo grinned with satisfaction. "Goodbye, your illicit business, Nathaniel." It didn't take long before his phone vibrated. It was from one of Nathaniel's panicked men. "What's going on?! Why is our system completely down?" the voice on the other end sounded frustrated. Hugo chuckled. "You've hit the nail on the head. I was just following orders." "You-" Without waiting any longer, Hugo disconnected the call and immediately called Damian. Inside the room, Damian was still awake. He was leaning against the headboard with Yara fast asleep on his chest. His cell phone vibrated, displaying Hugo's name on the screen. Carefully, he picked up the phone without waking Yara. "What?" "Working as o