"My princess." Jean said before he kiss Alexa's hand."So, you wanna fuck me like a gentleman?" Said a flattered Alexa as Jean kissed her hand.Then, Jean placed Alexa under his body."You're looking better and better, aren't you?" Alexa said."Do you like me on top? Do you prefer misionary or doggy style or woman on top?""How I suppose to know, Jean? I am a virgin.""Ah, I almost forgot that. Don't worry, honey, I'll be gentle.""No, I like rough sex.""Wait, what?""I like watching porn videos when I'm bored. And from those porn videos, I think hardcore is more fun.""As my princess commands."Jean then stripped off his clothes."God, this is heaven. You know, Jean, seeing a handsome man naked is the greatest moment of my entire fucking life.""Well then, enjoy the show, darling."Jean then took off his pants. Now, he was completely naked. Alexa's heart was racing and she became nervous looking at Jean's athletic body. Jean had muscular, eight-pack abs and strong biceps. His smooth
Alexa was in the bath when she received the call from Lady Renata. She was in a bad mood, so she didn't pay much attention to the call.Alexa had scratched the back of her ear, leaving an open wound that bled so badly that it discoloured the water in the bath. She immersed herself in the bath, almost wanting to suffocate herself. Alexa wasn't allowed to have any injuries in her skin, except for the part behind her ears, because it wasn't as visible. Her skin had to be perfect from head to toe for her job, a whore disguised as a waitress." He's perfect," Alexa thought wryly.She pictured Jean and all the perfection he had, making her drown in feelings of jealousy and pain."He was born with that beautiful face. And me? I had a lot of plastic surgery. He's filthy rich and I'm dirt poor. He's so smart, I didn't even go to university. His life has been perfect since he was born, whereas me? Even if I work myself to an early grave, the best thing that ever happened to me was to be his pe
Alexa was once a human until she became an object—a sex doll, to be precise.And Jean was born an object; he wanted to be treated as a decent human being. And for that reason, he personally hates his God."God was dead. I have murdered him," he said frequently, quoting Nietzsche's most famous line. Jean hated his God. And he often cried at night, wondering why God had created him only to make him suffer. He came to the conclusion that God actually did not exist.As a second son, Jean was unwanted. His mother and father were more focused on raising Gilbert as the successor to their company. Jean was just a backup; no one cared that he had more leadership, confidence, and extroverted traits than Gilbert. Gilbert was a genius; he was smarter than him without a doubt, but he was more talented at science than the mundane knowledge of running a business."He is my genius brother; he should have been a physicist instead of a CEO. The unfinished curiosity of a genius always leads to madness,"
No one would know that a billionaire man was carrying an overdosed prostitute to his car.Jean never wears flashy clothes every time he leaves his house. He always wears a turtleneck, an outfit that suits every level of society. He looks like the bad boy on the cover of a teen novel, not a billionaire man. His family's identity was kept well secret from the general public. He never appears on television, just as his pictures are never on social media.Jean took Alexa to the nearest hospital."Melatonin shouldn't have you dying. Those mafia are mad, Alexa," thought Jean, seeing how bad the effect of the popular sleeping pill brand was.At the hospital, even the doctors couldn't believe that she could be dying from taking high doses of melatonin."How much did she consume, sir?" the doctor asked Jean."I have no information about it. Tell me, doctor, is she going to die?""No. She will not die. She just needs bed rest for a few days.""Then what actually happened to her? It's not the me
"Don't take those sleeping pills again, Alexa." Jean said.Jean was driving the car. Alexa was in the seat next to him. She still look very pale and lethargic."What's wrong with the pills? I've been on it for years. And this time I am sick because of an overdose, Jean." Alexa replied in a flat tone."Do you really think you got sick last night because of an overdose of melatonin? Oh baby. You need to take thousands of melatonin if you really want to go to hell.""Still, I wonder. What's wrong with these sleeping pills?""Just look for another brand of sleeping pills, melatonin or any other sleeping pills, it's all right. But don't take this one brand, Alexa.""What's so special about Meladonna (the brand of melatonin Alexa used to take)? Isn't it just the same melatonin as the other brands?""It's a secret. I can't tell you now. Just don't take that meladonna again, baby." Jean said, still not looking at Alexa.Alexa pouted. It was the first time Jean had refused to give her somethin
Jean led Alexa into a district. "Welcome to the flower shop, home of the mistresses. You will also live here now." Jean said.The area was called "The Florist" because, strangely enough, rich men kept their prostitutes in the same area. The comfort women, 'the flowers', everyone called them. From the agencies or brothels that brought them up, they became not just men's pleasures, but more like "concubines" who influenced the mind of a king. Sometimes a flower is asked to spend a night with a rich man to persuade him to make an important decision, with sweet talk and manipulation of course, not with business tactics. And believe me, it works! Of course, the flower has to be good at seduction, manipulation and deception, they are trained for that. Alexa didn't come from an agency or a brothel, so she didn't know anything about the florist's accommodation and wondered why the mistresses had to live in one. But she didn't say anything because she was very grateful that Jean had bought h
As soon as Jean got home, he opened the envelope whose Alexa's love letter inside. Surprisingly, he couldn't understand what the girl wanted to say in her love letter. The "love letter" was more like a riddle to him."Whatever is this, women are hard to understand." he said.He took the love letter to his brother, Gilbert, who had returned home, and was now at their home gymnasium practicing kick boxing, his favourite sport.When he arrived at the Gymansium, he saw Gilbert kicking the heavy bag."I need your help." said Jean."For what?""Deciphering the love letter my new girlfriend gave me."Gilbert wasn't a womaniser like Jean, but he magically understood people, making Jean often felt a pity that someone as smart as him could have schizophrenia.Jean handed the love letter to Gilbert, who was still in the ring. Gilbert took off his gloves and grabbed the letter from Jean, and read it carefully.His eyes widened as he read the letter, and he began to gape."What's wrong? Is it bad?
"I honestly want her to take my virginity."After the argument, Jean called Alexa to say he couldn't come over tonight because he was busy."That's too bad. I've already decorated my room for our first night." Alexa said from the phone."I'm sorry, darling. I'll be all yours in the next morning."And indeed, that night, after a long day's work, Jean relaxed alone in his warm bath. Like Alexa, he loved to drown himself in the bath. When he was almost out of breath, he would lift his head out of the water."She belongs to my brother." Jean thought.After he finished the bath, his father came to his room. He quickly put on a clothes and opened the door for him."I heard you had a row with Gilbert," his father said, sitting at his desk."We didn't have a serious fight, fatjer.""Then why did he bruise your nose? Jean, I already know everything. Gilbert told me that you were after his girl. I know you like hookers, but don’t touch this one, she belongs to your brother.""I'm not with Gilbe
Madam Victoria arrived at the same time Alexa was peering out of a window. Alexa notices her and then bows down to her."Alexa, my darling, where did my son disappear to in this middle of the night?" Her voice was a combination of worry and command for her to answer immediately.Alexa traced the choker, reflecting light, and its brightness stood out against her look of bewilderment.“I... I do not know; he left without saying anything,” she answered.Madame Victoria’s eyes slightly narrowed, a trace of disappointment crossing her face. “It’s so unusual of him to act this recklessly. Gilbert is always difficult, but he isn't Jean, who loves women and nightlife,” she noted, her eyes then settling on the choker that hung around Alexa's neck."That choker... that choker is one of our best items and it was very expensive."Alexa’s hand subconsciously touched the diamonds around her neck. “My lord Gilbert gave it to me,” she said, quietly mulling over the night’s occurrences.Madam Victoria
Gilbert stood firm and tall. His eyes straightly meet Dio's eyes. The blue eyes of him and the green eyes of Dio were staring at each other, forming a silent war between the two smartest men in Gardier's family line. The crazy thing is, they have the same height and almost the same face. Dio were just a little bit paler. And now his face is more pale due to Gilbert's 'I know what you did' words."So many things have been happening in this mansion recently." Gilbert continued, "Thus, from the murder of my father up to the death of the servant, There is a murderous game, I know. And I know you are involved."Even Dio, who was rarely unsettled by anything, felt a twinge of disquiet. He studied Gilbert, observing the chilly gaze fixed in his blue eyes. Gilbert showed no fear; he was too calm to be true."You..." Gilbert went on, his voice still monotone, "you've been uncommonly near Alexa during this whole time. A tad too close for comfort."Dionysus was about to answer, but Gilbert inter
Jean's gaze lingered on the earring Dionysus held between his fingers, a sense of recognition slowly dawning on him. "I know this earring," he said abruptly "I gave it to Renata for her 26th birthday." Alexa's breath hitched, the cold realization setting into her bones. "How could it be possible if she were after me?" Gilbert turned to Jean with a questioning look. "Are you certain it's Renata's?"Jean nodded without hesitation. "Absolutely. I remember because it was a custom design." With that confirmation, Gilbert's expression shifted to something dark, something dangerous. While holding Alexa's hand, he walked out of the bedroom to the commotion in the hallway. Then he turned to Renata, who was trying to blend into the background, now getting pale and terrified as Gilbert's murderous gaze was piercing through her doe eyes. His smile at her was cold, devoid of any warmth—a predator's grin."My lady Renata," he called out, his tone deceptively soft.Jean, who followed them behind,
Jean and Gilbert came to the door of Alexa’s bedroom holding their breath as they approached it steps from walls in which evil stuck inches away from her ribcages. The door opened, and it was possible to see the bed with its blanket soaked in dark crimson stains."Blood..." Jean said.Jean’s instinct yelled at him to run across the room and pull a bloody blanket, trying to see what sort of horror was hiding underneath it. But Gilbert held his arm tightly out of fear.“Tell me if all is well with her in this,” sobbed Gilbert, his voice a whimper of breath through the constriction that blocked him. His face had become ashen and colorless; it looked like blood was draining out of him like he was sucked dry by vampire-like fear for Alexa’s safety. Her death will hurt him the most than he even couldn’t look."I... I had never seen someone so vulnerable like this. He is usually excited to see blood. Well, he loved to see blood, but not the blood of someone so dear to him." Jean thought befo
Lady Renata tiptoed towards the bed, holding firmly onto her dagger with every soundless step. It was heavy with the weight of her purpose in that room. She crawled towards the edge of the bed and stood over this figure which was under a blanket. She spoke out in a rage “I trusted you, and you betrayed me? How could a wench like you dare to hurt a lady like me.” Her voice was trembling.Wasting no time Renata lifted the dagger high. She snarled “You deserved to die, bitch. The appropriate punishment for a commoner who betrays his queen is death.” and came down on her with the blade. It went through the blanket where the girl’s body lay. The dagger stabbed her once, then twice, then several times. Each thrust was pierced accompanied by an outburst of her rage and vengeance. “You destroyed my relationship with Jean! You have to die. Die most painfully. Die. Die. Die.”Renata’s breakdown had a soundtrack of muted thuds as the fabric absorbed blows. “You knife me in the back, you tricked
"Yeah, it's time to escape. Jean wanted someone who makes all his dirtiest fantasies come true. Gilbert wanted someone who would make all his dreamy true love fantasy come true. I have made them both happy until I don't know who I am anymore. Maybe I am no one. I have to end this lame life."Trembling, Alexa grabbed the long dress in her open closet. The color is deep blue, Alexa's favorite color. The dress was given by Do Sangmin, probably the only man she could love purely and truly. She now remembered the love in his eyes as she also remembered the day those monsters beheaded him in front of her eyes."I miss him so badly. But I will meet him soon."Holding the material tightly, she began wrapping it around a strong wooden beam above her. Her hands were shaking from fear of the pain of getting choked to death. "They said death is painful, but remember, Alexa, you are afraid of the pain, not the death itself. Death was just an endless sleep without a dream. Peaceful and beautiful s
Jean's arms wrapped around Alexa from behind, giving her warmth against the cold doubts that had taken hold in her heart. He whispered softly, "Come back to me, my love." His voice had a small order with some desperation in it. It felt like the whole world was just that hug, and her back against his heartbeat.Alexa said, "I... can't, really. Our relationship is a disaster... and this baby is an apocalypse to your family," her voice shaking. "I don't know what to do," she said again, with each word getting more broken than before. "It's alright. I will do everything to protect you. I will... I will sacrifice anything for the sake of your happiness. I will die for you if I have to."He turned Alexa around and slowly made her look towards him. His eyes looked deeply into hers, searching for a sign that she felt the same way with him. But Alexa, caught up in the storm of her thoughts, could only shake her head. Her big eyes showed the confusion she was feeling inside herself. She tried
Alexa stood on the brink of her life-changing decision when a sudden grip on her arm startled her. She turned around, her heart racing, half-expecting to see Gilbert's in his angry eyes. Instead, Jean's concerned gaze met her, leaving her momentarily speechless. His grip held firm, yet gentle, displaying genuine disappointment in his expression. "Alexa," he said calmly."Je... Jean. What are you doing here?""You... You are pregnant, right? And I am the father."*****Last night,After Gilbert left his room, another visitor opened Jean's bedroom door once more, and Dionysus, also known as Dio, stepped in, commanding attention with his presence. "Still alive, I see." Dio began with his creepy-villain-like voice. Jean, who had been staring at the ceiling, turned toward Dio. "Barely," He replied. The word heavy with the remnants of his earlier anger and the alcohol that still coursed through him. Dio pulled up a chair and sat down. His eyes looked serious. "You know, you have every
In the dim lights of a local dive, Jean slouched at the bar, his messy clothes standing out against the polished Gardier lineage image. Each gulp washed away the pain of Renata's second betrayal, but with every shot, his sobriety faded, replaced by raw, unfiltered anguish. Hours later, a drunk Jean stumbled into the grand entrance of the Gardier estate, swaying and casting a stark shadow against the lavish backdrop. The ever-watchful servants rushed to Jean's side, supporting his unsteady steps with their arms.It is currently 3 AM.Gilbert and Alexa were just hanging out in the living room with the rest of the fam. They all waiting for Jean to return. He disappeared and that was making everyone worry. Now, they all turned their attention to the servants who were carrying the drunk Jean. Gilbert squinted his eyes as he watched his brother's sorry state. "Dear Alexa," he whispered to Alexa. "do you mind if I tag along with the servants?"In his bedroom, the servants placed Jean on his