Chapter Four

“He is Elio Ford. Do you see him? They wanted him to be a soldier, an assassin of the underground.” A man from behind spoke not knowing he can hear him.

“Soldier?” The other man scoffed. “Nobody can bend his knees. He is born to be a leader.”

“As always, billionaires are exceptional, But he is out of this world, isn’t he? People make stories of him now.” 

He stood up as the twenty men who were surrounding him flinched. Without sparing a glance to anyone he walked away from the lobby of his hotel.

Getting inside the car, Elio instructed the driver to follow the route to the hospital where Inei was admitted at. 

He closed his eyes. Last night, he couldn’t get a wink of sleep. His eyes stared at the sky and he was forming shapes of the girl he saw at the party. His mind whirled and he did not want to forget her. 

He felt a rush of feelings course through him. Then and there he wanted to strip her clothes and see if she was the girl he knew from the past. 

Those dark orbs, dark hair, and energy she emitted. The way her face looked harmless yet she killed two of my bodyguards without knowing. The way she did what he wanted to do for years. She beat Inei and the satisfaction was immense. 

He smiled. What should he do with her? What must he do with her? His demons were screaming. Should he just buy her? No. The process needs to be enjoyable. He mustn't have her now. He needed to see her tremble with fear. 

He came out of the car as the wind blew over his hair. The people in their normal habitat stopped working and stared at him. Some with fear and some shocked. As he passed by the crowd, not a single sound was heard. 

Pin-drop silence was in the air. They were seeing Elio Ford with their own eyes. The man who wouldn’t appear in public was now in a hospital. 

He walked towards the VIP lounge and went to the elevator. The director had closed an elevator for the other VIPs just because he was coming. 

His presence was rare and anticipated. Soon he reached the cabin of his cousin, Inei. Seeing him on the doorstep, the nurses dropped their work and immediately headed off. 

He came in front of her. His eyes were bored and bold. 

She scoffed at him. “Finally my brother wanted to visit his sister.”

He sat down on a chair, one leg on top of the other. “What did you want me to do? Let the angel of death visit you?” He said mocking her.

She made a face at him. “Have some shame. Your sister was beaten up yesterday and you couldn’t even find the culprit yet.”

He took the newspaper from the table and bore his eyes into it. “Stop emphasizing the word, brother. I am not.”

“Then what are you, I wonder?” She asked while pushing her red hair behind her ears.

“Someone not willing to be here.” He said. 

She wanted to punch him for his arrogance. Only if she wanted to invite death, she would do so. 

“Find the girl for me.”

“I am.” He said. 

She was shocked. “You are?”

He didn’t answer. 

She sat up. “Who is she? Where is she now?”

He looked up at her. “Now, you look quite fine.” 

“Just tell me who she is.” She urged him.

Keeping the paper on the side he fixed his coat. “As you’re fine now, I believe I don’t have to visit you anymore.” He said. 

“Huh?” She was confused.

He left without even bothering to answer her. 

The people parted ways to let him through. The most influential man countries, the most loved and seen as an inspiration was walking through the hall of the hospital. The image the people of the world had of him was of pure innocence. 

He was known to be the youngest billionaire on the face of the earth. The public wouldn’t stay a day without news of him. His appearance was mostly in political congregations or board meetings other than that he was known as a legend in the streets.

So many stories about his life, parents, and lovers, and many even said him to be immortal for the fear of knowing that if he collapses, the country’s half of the economy will face downfall.

He was a sinner in the disguise of a savior. 

As he headed inside the car, he ordered to be taken to the mansion. He rested his head back and closed his eyes. 

“I must have her.” His mind resonated. 

In his life, he saw women as a means of nothing. They meant nothing in his life. But this girl. He was losing his mind for days since that night. Something inside of him woke up and he needed to feed it. 

Otherwise, it’ll eat up his insides. 

Five days later,

He tapped his shoes on the marble floor. His veiny hands rested on his head as his dark orbs that screamed dominance pierced the helpless soul in front of him. 

Ayah held her bag as tight as she could. She was in the presence of the most powerful man she knew of, the whole of Japan knew of. She could feel a dark energy coming from him. She smelled sin from him. 

She was helpless in his presence and he enjoyed seeing her tremble and cry. The picture of her best friend kept replaying in her head as she thoughts of all the possibilities that could happen to her.

He stood up. She shivered. 

“Sit,” His voice was so deep and overpowering that it didn’t take her much time to do as he says. 

She sat on the couch in front of him. 

“Do you drink?” He asked taking out an expensive wine bottle.

She shook her head. She so was scared of him that she couldn’t form words. He was calm like the ocean but she felt he had something hiding in his chest. Something that will destroy her without even trying.

“Why?” He asked. 

She swallowed the lump in her throat. “S-Sin.” She didn’t know why she was so scared of him. If it was any other man, she would have taken care with her fists. He emitted something from her past. And her only weakness was the past.

His smile sent a shiver down her spine. “Sign these papers and it won’t be a sin anymore.”

She frowned. There were marriage certificates in front of her. “Sign it?” 

“I promise you freedom.” He said. 

“What made you think that I will come here and do as you say?” 

He turned to her. “Something precious.”

“What?” 

He approached her. He was so close to her that when she backed off, she fell on the couch. He took long gulps from the wine and slammed his lips on her. 

She thrashed in his hold but she could never get away from this. 

A few moments later, he felt the weight of her on him. She fainted. 

His bodyguard came to him running. “Master, the wine has been drugged.”

He smiled while carrying her. “I know. Prepare the dungeon."