Elizabeth's heart hammered as the car turned down a wide, secluded drive lined with towering trees. Her pulse quickened with each passing moment, both from the uncertainty of her situation and from the curiosity rising within her. She didn’t know much about her "buyer," but one thing was certain—he possessed wealth and power that went beyond anything she'd seen before.As the car glided to a stop, her eyes widened at the sight before her. A sleek collection of luxury cars stretched along the drive, each one more extravagant than the last. She hadn’t thought anyone could rival Mr. Black or her brothers in terms of wealth, but this man—whoever he was—seemed to surpass them effortlessly. She stared, unable to suppress a soft gasp as she took in the endless display of opulence.When she glanced back at him, she found herself lingering on his features, his chiseled jawline and those intense green eyes that held a strange, almost unreadable look. He was undeniably handsome, a fact she’d not
Adrian sat across from Elizabeth in the quiet dining room, his eyes never leaving hers. She could feel his intense gaze even when she looked down, fiddling with the napkin in her lap. The silence stretched, filling the air between them with an unspoken question.Finally, Adrian broke the quiet, his voice gentle but insistent. “Elizabeth, I want you to tell me how you ended up here.”Elizabeth’s fingers stilled, and she looked up, meeting his gaze with a slight shiver. Part of her hesitated, unsure if she should open up to him. Yet, in the calm, unassuming way he watched her, there was something that made her feel... safe.Taking a deep breath, she began, her words slow and careful at first. “I didn’t just end up here,” she said softly. “It started with my family—a complicated mess of brothers, a dangerous uncle, and... someone I trusted who betrayed me.”Adrian’s eyes darkened slightly, his expression serious. “Go on.”“My brothers—Mike and Ryan, Leo , Zack—they’re all I have. We’ve a
Mike's point of View Mike paced the dimly lit room, his fists clenched, knuckles raw and aching from the hours he’d spent trying to break through Uncle Nick’s silence. It was maddening—each minute that passed without answers felt like another wall closing in on him, trapping him in his own frustration. He’d tried every approach he knew, from coaxing to threats, but Nick’s expression had remained that same smug sneer.Across the room, Nick sat bound to a chair, a thin trickle of blood running from his split lip. Even now, with bruises darkening his skin and a cut above his eyebrow, he looked far too pleased with himself. Every punch seemed to fuel his sick enjoyment, a twisted satisfaction that drove Mike up the wall.“You think this is funny?” Mike growled, his voice barely containing the rage simmering beneath. “You think you can just sit there and smirk after everything you’ve done?”Nick lifted his head slowly, his gaze mocking as he met Mike’s eyes. “You’ve gotten sloppy, Mike.
Elizabeth's POV:Tick, tick, tick.These were the only sounds I could hear.My eyes closed tight, hoping the demons would go away soon.I could hear their voices in my head."You're weak.""A good-for-nothing.""Ugly.""Fat.""Just die already."Those were the words the monsters would call me. Deep down, I felt lifeless. I had always wished for someone, anyone, to save me from this mess.The bruises covered my body, and my once long blonde hair had turned brown from the sweat and blood stains.I just wish it would all end soon; the sooner it does, the better for me.Hey guys so this is my first story and I hope it gets a lot of views and likes "Look, boys," I heard one of the monsters say, followed by a group of laughter."Just a little princess all by herself. I wonder where your daddy and brothers are; you have been here for a while, you know, Princess Elizabeth," the monster continued."Just leave me alone," the inner voice in my head cried out."What a mute," one said, slapping m
Alexander's POV:Looking around for my son Zack has been stressful. All my boys and men are around the house, thinking about where he could be. You see, I lost my daughter when she was 5, and we have been looking for her for a long time now. I honestly gave up, as did some of my sons, except for Zack and Ryan. However, my other sons moved on, saying their sister was dead. I have 5 sons, which is a lot to handle."Dad, we found Zack's tracker," my first son Leo called out to me. We all gathered around him and found the location. It was just 8 hours away from where we stayed. Telling Leo to get more guns and get the cars started, and with that, we all went out.I can't afford to lose another child.8 hours later, we gathered at this old house. It was really ugly and looked like some parts were falling off."What a dump," my second son Mike said, making his brothers laugh a little. Shaking my head at them, I pointed towards the entrance of the building and gave my men my hand move, makin
Elizabeth's POV:It felt like hours; I had to clean my hair twice, and my brother showed me a stick of stuff he said was for shaving. But after everything, I felt so clean, my hair was back to its normal colour.I stood next to the mirror, looking at myself. This was the first time I saw what I looked like. Light blue eyes stare back at me. The good thing was my scars were hardly showing; some of them dried up from all those years I had stayed there.Letting out a little breath, I walked towards the door and then turned the handle. Looking around Zack's room, I couldn't find him, so I limped towards his bed and lay down. I didn't know if I was allowed to go out or move around freely.Too busy with my thoughts, I didn't know when Zack came into the room and sat next to me."Do you want to meet everyone now?" he asked softly. I gave him a nod and waited for him to move, then I followed slowly because I was still trying to get used to my legs.I was too busy staring at everything; this w
Elizabeth's POV:It's been a month since I have lived in this house, and I have finally gotten used to the environment.Dad didn't let me go outside, though, saying everything I needed was in the house. Sometimes I was left with only Levi and Leo; the others had school, and Mike had a hospital he owned. He did a check-up on me once because of my limping and how tiny I was looking. Turns out some of my ribs got broken, and some of the scars were infected. He gave me some pills and a breakfast schedule.But I just loved the attention I was getting from them.Also, my classes went well with Levi; he taught me how to write and spell, which was hard at first but I got used to it. On Friday, Dad bought me a phone and told me to start my online classes. Zack set up everything I needed on it and downloaded a lot of music for me. Also, my therapy sessions have been going smoothly. Mrs. Brown, an Asian lady, has taken care of me well. It was hard at first, but I later got used to it.Everything
Elizabeth's POV:Dinner went well; Grandpa and Grandma had to leave early because they had things to do. Grandma gave me this Bunny bear, which was so cute, while Grandpa gave me some money to get things for myself, which made the boys jealous.Right now, I'm in my room trying to arrange myself for tomorrow. I'm finally going to school. Not gonna lie to you all, I'm scared as hell, but Dad says it's better to start now since I can spell.It's one of those typical rich kids' schools; our uniforms are really cute, to be honest – a white top, a cute brown skirt, and a little tie with it. I love it.Different thoughts went through my mind; I honestly don't think I will make friends. Dad did say Zack and I are having all classes together, but I don't want to be following him like a lost puppy. Ryan was going to a different school, so it was only Zack and me since the others were done with school.With a sigh, I walked towards my locker and placed my books on it, then took the cute BTS bag
Mike's point of View Mike paced the dimly lit room, his fists clenched, knuckles raw and aching from the hours he’d spent trying to break through Uncle Nick’s silence. It was maddening—each minute that passed without answers felt like another wall closing in on him, trapping him in his own frustration. He’d tried every approach he knew, from coaxing to threats, but Nick’s expression had remained that same smug sneer.Across the room, Nick sat bound to a chair, a thin trickle of blood running from his split lip. Even now, with bruises darkening his skin and a cut above his eyebrow, he looked far too pleased with himself. Every punch seemed to fuel his sick enjoyment, a twisted satisfaction that drove Mike up the wall.“You think this is funny?” Mike growled, his voice barely containing the rage simmering beneath. “You think you can just sit there and smirk after everything you’ve done?”Nick lifted his head slowly, his gaze mocking as he met Mike’s eyes. “You’ve gotten sloppy, Mike.
Adrian sat across from Elizabeth in the quiet dining room, his eyes never leaving hers. She could feel his intense gaze even when she looked down, fiddling with the napkin in her lap. The silence stretched, filling the air between them with an unspoken question.Finally, Adrian broke the quiet, his voice gentle but insistent. “Elizabeth, I want you to tell me how you ended up here.”Elizabeth’s fingers stilled, and she looked up, meeting his gaze with a slight shiver. Part of her hesitated, unsure if she should open up to him. Yet, in the calm, unassuming way he watched her, there was something that made her feel... safe.Taking a deep breath, she began, her words slow and careful at first. “I didn’t just end up here,” she said softly. “It started with my family—a complicated mess of brothers, a dangerous uncle, and... someone I trusted who betrayed me.”Adrian’s eyes darkened slightly, his expression serious. “Go on.”“My brothers—Mike and Ryan, Leo , Zack—they’re all I have. We’ve a
Elizabeth's heart hammered as the car turned down a wide, secluded drive lined with towering trees. Her pulse quickened with each passing moment, both from the uncertainty of her situation and from the curiosity rising within her. She didn’t know much about her "buyer," but one thing was certain—he possessed wealth and power that went beyond anything she'd seen before.As the car glided to a stop, her eyes widened at the sight before her. A sleek collection of luxury cars stretched along the drive, each one more extravagant than the last. She hadn’t thought anyone could rival Mr. Black or her brothers in terms of wealth, but this man—whoever he was—seemed to surpass them effortlessly. She stared, unable to suppress a soft gasp as she took in the endless display of opulence.When she glanced back at him, she found herself lingering on his features, his chiseled jawline and those intense green eyes that held a strange, almost unreadable look. He was undeniably handsome, a fact she’d not
Elizabeth’s pulse thundered in her ears as her gaze met his—her “buyer.” He was tall, his posture straight and imposing, exuding a silent authority that made the air around him feel heavier. His piercing green eyes seemed to cut right through her, studying her with a depth she couldn’t comprehend. She felt an unsettling mix of fear and confusion.For a moment, he said nothing, and his silence was unnerving, as though he was sizing her up, deciding if she was worth whatever he had paid. She held her breath, waiting, her heart racing faster with each second that passed under his cold scrutiny.Then, he extended his hand toward her. The gesture was strangely gentle, almost out of place in this dark, twisted setting. She stared at his hand, unable to bring herself to take it, her eyes flicking back up to his face. There was something about him she couldn’t quite grasp. His expression was unreadable, almost stoic, like a mask hiding whatever lay beneath.In the silence, she found herself t
Elizabeth’s pulse pounded as the door creaked open, and the same man who’d dragged her from the train leered at her from the doorway, his dark gaze sharp and predatory. She took a step back, her instincts screaming at her to run, but there was nowhere to go, and he blocked the only way out. He tilted his head, smirking as he held out his hand, mocking politeness.“Come along now,” he sneered, clearly enjoying her fear. “It’s time you met our guests. Don’t be shy.”Her feet stayed glued to the floor, even as she tried to summon the courage to walk past him without a trace of fear. But her heart hammered too loudly, and her palms were clammy as she curled them into fists at her sides. The faint sounds of distant laughter drifted through the hall, and dread sank into her stomach, twisting it into tight, painful knots.The man sighed, the smirk vanishing as impatience took over. He strode toward her and seized her arm roughly, pulling her forward with enough force to jolt her into motion.
Elizabeth’s legs wobbled as she was yanked from the train and pushed toward a small house set in the middle of what appeared to be nowhere.Shadows stretched long under the darkening sky, and the air was thick with an eerie silence. She barely caught her breath before her captor shoved her forward again, his grip unforgiving as he dragged her up a narrow path toward the door.The house looked unremarkable at first glance, but as they drew closer, Elizabeth noticed the bars on the windows, the thick, steel locks that ran down the door’s edge. Her heart sank. It wasn’t a place anyone left once they entered.Without a word, the man pushed her through the door, and Elizabeth stumbled inside, her gaze quickly sweeping the space. Her stomach churned. In the dim lighting, she could see girls—young, vulnerable, bound and broken—lined up against the walls, each one casting pleading, terrified looks at her and her captor. Whimpers and faint sobs filled the air, a quiet desperation that wrapped
Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered open, a dull, throbbing ache pulsing through her head. For a moment, she blinked against the haze clouding her vision, disoriented and struggling to remember what had happened. The room around her was dimly lit, and as her senses slowly returned, she became aware of the cold, hard surface beneath her.Where was she?She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her to lie back down, her breathing shallow and quick. As she pressed a shaky hand against her forehead, fragments of recent events began to return. She remembered Uncle Nick’s taunting laughter, his cold, unforgiving stare. The feeling of glass shattering as he struck her—pain, panic, and the fading hope that someone might find her.Now, here she was, alone in an unfamiliar place. Slowly, she sat up, ignoring the ache that shot through her side, and let her eyes adjust to the darkness. Her heart pounded as she took in her surroundings. She appeared to be in the back of a mov
Ryan stared at the blank wall of his living room, feeling a gnawing sense of helplessness. Elizabeth was out there somewhere, in danger, probably terrified and alone, and he was just sitting here, doing nothing. He couldn’t shake the thought. His sister’s face, her laughter, the memories of growing up together—it all flooded back, blending into a torrent of guilt that he couldn’t contain anymore. He had to do something, anything, to bring her back.Without a second thought, he grabbed his phone and dialed Mike’s number. The phone rang, each second stretching longer than the last, until finally, Mike picked up.“Yeah, Ryan?” Mike’s voice was curt, his tone edged with exhaustion and tension.“Mike,” Ryan began, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. “I can’t just sit here and do nothing. It’s killing me, man. I need to come out there and help you find her. Just staying here…it feels like I’m abandoning her.”Silence lingered on the other end of the line. Ryan waited, his hand
Mr. Black’s footsteps echoed through the dim hallway as he made his way to the lower levels of the building. It was a place reserved for special cases, the types of people he couldn’t trust within the walls of a regular cell. And tonight, Uncle Nick had earned himself a spot here, his smug expression seared into Mr. Black’s memory as he was dragged out of the SUV.Nick’s taunts echoed in his mind: the mocking, the cruel insinuation that Elizabeth was out of reach, somewhere only Nick could get to. Every laugh, every dismissive word had clawed at him, stoking the fire within his chest. Elizabeth was missing, yet Nick acted as if he was untouchable, as if nothing they did could get him to talk. Mr. Black’s fists clenched at his sides as he reached the heavy steel door of Nick’s cell.The second he unlocked it, Nick’s mocking laughter met his ears. The sound was sharp, cutting through the silence like glass shattering. It echoed down the hallway, filling every corner with a grating irrit