Masuk“I told you that I don't need to be tied up like this. I will come with you with no question.” I said as I tried untangling the knot but it was impossible
Of course, it's a lie. Why would I come with a stranger. He tied me up so tight that I can't even move my fingers. After discovering that I'm his online lover—this jackass kidnapped me and dragged me to his expensive car. I thought it was already our doom but it looks like he has no plan to surrender us to the police. “Are you really insane? I can sue you for kidnapping!” I cursed under my breath His laughter echoed in his luxurious car “Seriously baby? You think you can sue me? You, a scammer who leech off my money and attempted to betray me by blocking my account? You think you have the audacity to sue me after I just pick up what's actually mine? You can go ahead ang try.” “I'm not your girlfriend! It's just online dating. Why would you even take it seriously?" I said in annoyance “If we're not dating, then I'll consider what you did to me as scamming. You earned almost a million from me, didn't you?” he grinned “I can send you to the police right now, you know.” I glare at him and he just show me his smug expression—as if he's confident that I won't win to him. As I observed him with a frown on my face, I can't help but admire his inhumane beauty. His right hand is on the steering wheel—I can see the veins bulging to his arm. While his left arm is pressed on the window while driving—his head resting on his arm. He remained focused on the road. I just notice this now, he's wearing a formal attire—all in black. A simple well-fitting blazer drapes over a black turtleneck, and the same dark color continues down to his trousers. The blackbelt becomes the final touch—making his look elegant and stylish at the same time. “Why are you staring?” he asked glancing at me “I'm not staring,” I said in a frown I just rolled my eyes, and lean my back to the passenger seat. He gave me a chuckle again. “You're such a brat, Erica.” he said “Anyway, is your name really Erica?” I didn't respond and just focus my attention outside the window. Never in my life I expected that I would be kidnapped by one of my victims—they don't have the ability to do that. We suddenly stop to the side of the road. I look at him confusely. He leaned forward and in one swift movement—his lips was already pressed to mine for a quick kiss before pulling away. He also untied the knot around my wrist. Instinctively, I slapped his face. Did this bastard just stole a kiss? “You slap too heavy. I like it.” he said and lick his lower lip as if he's a pervert. Despite the red mark prominent on his cheek, he remained cool. The smile was still plastered on his lips—not even showing any reaction to my slap. “What's your name, baby? Do you prefer being called Erica?” he asked as he touch my cheek My brows furrowed as I shove his hands from my cheek “You can call me, Aileen. Stop that!” “Okay baby, I'm Aeros by the way. You can call me honey.” he flashed his charming smile I squinted my eyes as I said “Dream on,” He chuckled as he started the engine and drive again. He kissed me. He stole my first kiss. This asshole! If only I wasn't a scammer, I'll sue him! I can't help but be flustered to what he did, so I just hid my face to the hand that was leaned on the window. “I never expected for you to be this shy, baby. You were always bold in messages. Are those also your lies?” he grinned and I glare at him I always tell him in messages that I'm an expert when it comes to sexual matters, that I can satisfy him—but in real life? I'm an inexperienced potato working as a scammer. My only companion is my laptop and three sachets of coffee. “Shut up!” I said rolling my eyes and he just chuckled He focused to the road again but silently crawl his hand to my thigh to squeeze it. This bastard is teasing me! He knows I'm inexperienced and yet— I move my leg away from his hand. He chuckled when I did that. “How old are you, Aileen?” he asked, glancing at me “Seventeen,” I told him That's a lie—I'm already twenty-three but I won't disclose my real age to this guy. Maybe if he thinks that I'm a minor—he would stop this action of his. He didn't say anything, instead he dialed a number. I just focus to the sight outside. “Yes, Mr. Belladoná speaking. I would like the personal information of the woman you caught in the Abyss apartment early this morning. Yes, I need it immediately—” adrenaline, I snatched his phone and end the call. “I'm twenty-three! Stop looking for my personal information and just ask me directly!” I said and he chuckled Is this guy making fun of me? “I expected you to be an expert in lying—but rather, you suck at this field, honey. How about consider retiring from your work and just marry me?” he said in a grin I let out a bland laugh as I answer him “Wow, a very good idea! Whoever the hell you are—I'll just leech off your money again.” He laughed “You know what? You're entertaining, Aileen. I'll keep you around for a while.” “I don't mind if you leech off my money, I would even say thank you.” he added and winked at me I can't help but feel an overwhelming annoyance to him, and he just disregard all of it like a child throwing a tantrum. It's disrespecting and pleasing at the same time. Weird right? During our journey to hell where he's planning to take me, it was peaceful and silent. It took almost two hours before we reached our destination. He opened the door for me—but I can't even spare a glance at him as I observe the enormous mansion—similar to a castle—in front of me. It feels like I'm seeing a medieval castle. “Do you like it?” he whispered to my ear and I flinched I pulled away and touch my ear, he was too close. I'm not used to it. He just smiled at me as he took my hand and supported me in his enormous mansion. My gaze shifted to the gigantic door. When the door opened, there are lined up maids and bodyguards waiting—a red carpet was placed on the floor. He walked on the carpet with confidence—he even drag me with him. I tried struggling but he won't budge. “Welcome, master.” the staffs said in chorus “Starting now, all of you will treat this woman beside me—the same way how you treat me. Understood?” he said as he pointed me He looked at me “I'll bring you to your room.” I only nodded but realize what he said “Wait, to my room? I'm living here?” He raised his left eyebrow “Yes? Why else would I bring you here if you're not going to live with me?” “I thought I'm your whore? Is this how whores are treated?” it was based on my guess, because why would a guy like him be interested to someone like me? “So why in this place? It could have been a penthouse or a cheap hotel—” He laugh so loud that it echoed the mansion “Darling, first of all I don't screw someone over in a cheap hotel. Second, I'm not a desperate guy to look for a woman online to get laid. I can simply order someone and sleep with them the same day.” He walked towards me with his hands on his pocket. A small smirk on his lips. “You worth more than that.” he said “The reason I brought you here is to marry you. I don't care what ways I will use, but you will marry me. By hook or by crook.” “Why are you ignoring me?” he questioned as he lifted the bouquet of red roses that he picked up outside.Picked up with his deceased wife's bestfriend.Aeros, the one who carries the bow of love, he's cupid who carries the title of a wingman. He has the ability to capture anyone's heart with his arrows. The Aeros I met was no different from that reckless and free Aeros from greek mythology, he has the same recklessness and freedom like him.“How was your day?” he flashed his charming smile, a way to annoy me.He showed up with flowers on his hand—after bringing that woman instead of his fiancé. Red roses that he picked up himself. Red roses that signify as devotion. Red roses that he loves giving me.I don't understand myself, why I'm frustrated like this. Why his action makes me feel so neglected. Why my heart slowly shatters everytime he looks to another woman. It's frustratingly odd.“Do you like the roses?” his fingers lingered to my hands when he gave me the flowers “Why are you
“Why do you look so disappointed?” he chuckled as he observed my expression on the mirror reflecting us infront.I glared at him and he grinned as a response. My hands continued massaging his tense muscles. Pressing my hands roughly so he can feel my annoyance—but instead of getting annoyed, he let out a lewd moan.“Stop that!” I said and he laughedHe's so annoying! He's making fun of me.“What? Isn't this what you want?” he grinned “You want to listen to my moan, right?”“I wasn't!” I said defensively and he laugh againHe wasn't attempting to do something to me earlier—I was just being green-minded. He just wanted a massage on his back. Still, how can he make massaging sound dirty? I misunderstood because he made me misunderstand it.He's laying on bed, face down as I was settled on his back massaging him—he insisted this position. My fingers gently push the tense muscles on his skin—every press, a groan escapes his lips. I ignored it. I won't misunderstand him again.As I do my wo
“My father did,” a cold voice from a child echoed the studioI felt my heart jump out of my ribs when I heard a ghostly voice talking to me. When I looked around, I found nothing. Where could that voice come from? Is there someone messing up with me?The studio is unrealistically vast—it looks like a museum instead of a room. No, to be specific, the room itself is art. The ceiling is painted like an enormous canvas plastered on the ceiling.The canvas were like dots patterned on the walls. There are also statues to amplify the historical vibe of the room.I shifted my gaze when I heard movement from the piano located in the middle. A pale kid was sitting there with his hands on the keys. Who is this kid?I don't remember a little boy that lives in the mansion. There's only one child and it's a little girl. She's the daughter of the gardener. So, this child popping out of nowhere is weird. He even call the owner of these painting his father. Its pale feature shinning under the moonlig
How did the marriage proposal happen? It was simple—A sign pen and an unsigned paper with conditions printed on black ink. I decided to go with the flow and earn something while indulging his fantasies. The contract provided what I wanted, and that was enough. With no hesitation, I signed the marriage contract.There won't be an extravagant wedding. It will be a small gathering, that will be orchestrated by the main family.I agreed of course—first wedding or what, it doesn't matter to me. Marriage is just a process after all. It's a process to chain a woman in responsibilities and labors without any salary—I don't even understand why they are happy when they're going to get married. It's just a reason for people to take advantage of their partner. Stop with this topic. What's bothering me now is how insanely rich Aeros is. It feels like I hooked a gold fish in a net of sardines. The idea that Aeros earns a hundred billion a day, isn't it weird? What job earns that many anyway?
“This,” I said as I pointed a branded luxury dress “Also this,” I pointed another dress, not even bothering to check the price tag. I don't know how much it cost—but the look of the saleslady says it cost a lot. I don't care how expensive it is. I will take it home if I want to. This opportunity is once in a life time, so why would I let it slip? “Ma'am, this is a limited edition and it cost two million, I don't think you can afford this—” she said in a rather arrogant voice I stop checking the luxury dresses hangered on the hanging racks. The bitch had the audacity to speak to me. I prevented myself from rolling my eyes, did she just said what I think she said? I'm a middle class, but I know to respect someone who is obviously overflowing with money. “Did I ask for your opinion?” I cut her off, glancing back at her. I lifted the black card infront of her—pressing the card on her chest “If you don't want me to buy that tacky dress, then I won't. It's not a lost.” She went pale
“He's insane, girl.” I said as I buried my face on the pillows—screaming in frustration “You know what he did? He throw away my previous phone, that's why I wasn't able to contact you. The reason? It's because he doesn't like my old phone.”I ranted on the new iPhone series he bought for me—I heard this new model of iPhone is expensive. That asshole broke my phone so he can replace it with a different brand.It's not like I didn't like what he's doing—it's actually advantage to my side, but the previous phone have all my important data and documents—so what he did is bothersome. Maybe he's doing this on purpose because he caught me love scamming someone again—which made him fury in anger.“You know what we argued this early morning? It was because he caught me looking at his bodyguard for too long—he even remembered the seconds I stare at him.” I said in annoyance “The poor guy was almost fired because of how petty he is.”Misha chuckled from the other line as if what I said was funn







