Ophelia’s POV I frowned as Ryan started to continually glance sideways at me.What was he plotting? I thought as I stared at him.I noticed that he was repeatedly glancing at something under the table, and although I wanted to give in to my curiosity to check what it was, I held myself back from doing so because I knew I would seem rude to Ciella and Damon if I did that.So, I just decided to ignore Ryan and his weird antics as I grabbed a glass of champagne from a waitress strolling past the table.I stared at the scintillating color of the drink before I brought the rim to my lips and took a tentative sip. My eyes rounded in awe as I withdrew the wine glass from my mouth and stirred it under the amber lightning from the chandelier above our table.It looked so beautiful as I stared at it.I was about to take a second sip when I felt the plug inside me vibrate for a split second which made me let out a choked moan. I was embarrassed immediately when the sound left my mouth and the e
Ophelia’s POV Later that night after Ryan and I bid farewell to Damon and his wife and some of Ryan's other business partners, he dragged me home and proceeded to fuck me again while I faced the mirror as he decorated open-mouthed kisses down my neck.It was an electrifying adventure for me and I thought that if Ryan and I could continue having sex in such a thrilling manner like that every day, maybe I wouldn't regret selling myself that much.I'd enjoy it and he'd also enjoy it. It'd be a fifty-fifty victory for the both of us.I just hoped Ryan didn't get into one of his deranged mood swings one of these days and force me to do something horrendous to him."Good morning, Ophelia," Jason's voice drifted into my line of hearing as I slammed my bedroom door shut and locked it, in preparation to leave for an important morning class."Morning, Jason. Hope you slept well?" I smiled at him as I walked closer to him. It seemed he had just come out of Ryan's bedroom as he had an empty glas
Ophelia’s POV As I walked down the stairs to the kitchen to grab a cinnamon roll and a cup of coffee, I noticed the dark and gloomy ambiance of the entire household.It seemed as if the workers were all in a sort of dark bubble of sadness as they all had long, forlorn faces. I didn't see Jason in sight, else I could have asked him what was going on.Thankfully, I sighted Lilian just as I was about to head over to college. She was also clad in a black outfit just like the rest of the workers, but she didn't have the same forlorn look as they all had, she seemed normal.My curiosity continued to blossom inside me as I slowly sipped the cup of coffee, inwardly thinking of how to start a conversation with Lilian and ask her about the reason for the sudden atmosphere change in the mansion.It seemed she caught on to my curiosity as she smiled at me, "Is there something else you need, Miss Ophelia?"I hesitated as I set the coffee down and stared at her, "Uhm…I was just curious about somet
Ophelia’s POV I yawned loudly as I sensed my pillow move away from underneath my head–wait, my pillow moved away?Then it dawned on me and instantly, I squeezed my eyes open and gasped when I realized that I wasn't in my bedroom, but Ryan's. The soulless grey and black walls made me reach that conclusion.The most scandalous thing was that I was sleeping next to Ryan on Ryan's bed. He had gently nestled me inside his arms before I woke up.The thought caused my cheeks to fluster in embarrassment as I buried my head in my hands."Lia, what the hell have you done?" I whispered to myself as I flickered my eyes tightly shut.I stopped chiding myself when I realized that Ryan was still deeply asleep next to me. Tentatively, I leaned closer to him and observed his sleeping face.Staring at him as he slept peacefully made me feel like a creep, but I shrugged the guilty thoughts off as a smile curved my lips and I continued admiring him while he slept.Watching him sleep from a closer view m
Ophelia’s POV "Hey, Lia," Ava called as we strolled through the school hallway after we both concluded our respective classes for the day."Yes, what?" I replied as I stared at her. In response, she scrunched her nose towards the void behind me which made me frown in befuddlement, but I looked towards the direction she motioned anyway.I scoffed and shook my head when I saw who it was.He was Albert Perez, the most popular guy in college due to his handsomeness and kindness towards everyone, especially new students. He had helped me in quite a lot of ways when I first started college some years back.He was tall and muscular, but in a lithe manner which suited his gentility. Albert also has blonde hair with freckles underneath his eyes coupled with a set of crystal-blue eyes.All I could say was that during my first and second years of college, I used to have a huge crush on him due to the nice and affectionate he was and still is towards me, but now I wasn't as crazy about him as I
Ryan’s POV I smiled to myself like a creep as I caressed my jaw with my thumb while thinking about the night of my parents' death anniversary.Ophelia was so nice and kind to me that I was starting to feel guilty for every evil thing I have done to her.So, I resolved within myself to get her some flowers and apologize for being a brute to her since the day she moved into my mansion.The most important highlight was the fact that she had allowed me to kiss her. Her lips were so soft and tender to kiss. I couldn't get enough of them.Maybe it was the fact that she was inexperienced about kissing that made the kiss seem so pure and gentle. I had only kissed her once and yet I was already so addicted to her lips.Though I was drunk out of my head before she walked in, I could still vividly remember our conversation when I had called her pretty and she blushed.Fuck, maybe my feelings for Ophelia were not just a slave-owner sort of feeling. Maybe I was gradually starting to fall in love
Ophelia’s POV The coffee that I was craving before we got to the coffee shop suddenly tasted like bile to me. I couldn't even allow myself to enjoy its taste as the only thing on my mind was my doom.The suffering I was going to face when I got home.I didn't even realize I was far too gone in my train of thought, and only my body was still physically present in the shop until I felt something hot burning my skin."Lia, are you okay? You just spilled coffee on yourself," Albert's voice came, and I stared at him for a split second before I stared down at myself.I gasped as I glanced down at my white denim pants which I had painstakingly hand-washed yesterday and was drenched in the simmering-hot coffee.I was about to respond to Albert that it wasn't a big deal when I felt something brutally stepping on my toe. I stifled the urge to yelp in pain when I saw who the perpetrator of the wicked act was.Of course, it was my master, Ryan. He had a wicked scowl playing on his face as he lit
Ryan’s POV "Welcome home, sir. You are home earlier today," My elderly butler said as he bowed to me and collected my briefcase.In response, I merely shrugged as he helped me out of my suit jacket. Then, I strode to my room to see my disobedient petal.I didn't even have it in me to act nice and forgive her for going against my rules. I wanted to punish her so badly to remind her who her boss was, and her role as nothing but a slut in my life.Though something alien inside me bristled in uneasiness at my resolve to punish Ophelia in the worst way possible but I paid a blind eye to it. I was a wicked brute. A mere woman wasn't going to change me in a twinkle of an eye.I wasn't a softie and I will never be one.My dad didn't raise a whipped idiot. He raised me to learn how to step all over women and taught me women are nothing but dumpsters for a man's release.Though, I had later grown to resent him a lot for turning me into a wicked brute and making my mother his punching bag. But