เข้าสู่ระบบAva's POV I stood in my room, in front of my mirror, preparing to attend the Gold Gala with my worst enemy against my will. It had been five long days since he cut me off from the rest of the world. The soft light from the lamps felt warm on my shoulders as I just stood in front of the tall mirror, turning slowly from side to side, hoping that I looked the part.The dress was quite long and elegant, a deep red like fresh blood, the silky fabric hugged my body tightly, clinging to every curve of my waist and hips, with a high slit on one side that revealed my leg when I moved, the material sliding smoothly against my skin. The top of the dress was strapless, leaving my shoulders and neck completely bare. I then styled up my hair in a bun, with a few loose strands falling around my face, brushing softly against my cheeks. My makeup was just perfect as I needed it to be — dark smoky eyes that made my gaze look sharper, and bold red lips that matched the dress exactly. The necklace Leo
Leon's POV I was already on my third bottle of whiskey. The glass now felt cold and heavy in my sweaty palm, making my fingers slip slightly. The strong, sharp smell of alcohol burned my nose with every sip, filling my nose, making my eyes water a little. My head felt real heavy and fuzzy, the room tilting slightly around me with every small movement. My ribs throbbed with a dull, constant pain that flared up with every breath I took. Sweat rolled down my back in slow, sticky trails, making my shirt cling uncomfortably to my skin. The taste of whiskey sat bitter and burning on my tongue, coating my throat.Right in the zone, Victor hit my hand hard. The glass flew off my fingers and shattered on the floor with a loud, sharp crash. Sharp pieces of glass scattered everywhere. Whiskey splashed cold across my shoes and the carpet, soaking into the fabric with a wet sound. The strong smell rose up fast, sharp, mixing with the cigar smoke that's already hanging thick in the air.“Oh shit!
Leon's POV I got home after four days away, after a long club night. The evening air felt heavy and damp against my skin as I stepped out of my car, clinging to my shirt and making the fabric stick uncomfortably to my sweaty back. My body ached real bad from the long drive. I carried the small jewelry box in my hand. The diamonds inside, so expensive and heavy. Their weight pressed against my palm through the velvet case, cold and solid.Security guards still flooded my place, just as I left it. They stood tall and silent near every door and gate. Their black uniforms looked stiff under the lights. Their eyes followed me as I walked in. The big mansion smelled of fresh flowers, but the scent just felt stale and cold tonight. The long hallway echoed with my heavy footsteps, each one loud in the quiet space.“Where’s Ava?” I asked as soon as Ms. Lin came toward me, her steps were so quick and nervous. Her hands twisted together in front of her apron. Her face looked pale.“She’s in he
Ava’s POV“Do you not know?” I blurted out, totally amused. A bitter laugh escaped my lips, tasting sour on my tongue.Bella still stared at me, her eyes still wide with shock. Her perfectly painted lips parted slightly. Her breathing quickened now, chest rising and falling fast under her dress.“My memory got twisted so bad that I mistook the love I had for Julian for Leon,” I said, walking slowly toward her. My bare feet felt real cold on the hard marble floor. Each step sent a dull, aching throb through my tired legs. My heart pounded hard, real painful in my chest, heavy and fast.“You’re a joke,” she scoffed out, probably finding it hard to believe or doesn't what to believe. Her voice dripped with mockery, sharp like a blade cutting through the air.“I’m not,” I hurled back, my voice breaking out but firm. “Leon knew and took advantage of me.” I laughed out, totally bitter. The sound felt broken and raw in my throat. The pain of being a victim of his scheme still burned like aci
Ava's POV.I poured myself a glass of water. My hands shook so badly that some of it spilled onto the table, cold drops landing on my skin. I was so tired and stressed that I felt so close to breaking apart. My body ached deep in my bones. My chest felt tight, like something heavy was crushing my heart and lungs.It had been three days since Leon locked me up in the house. Three long, painful days of silence, fear, and loneliness. I haven't been able to go out. Ms. Lin had quietly opened the room for me that first day he slammed the door. Her hands trembled as she turned the key. She didn’t say a word, just looked at me with pity before going back to her duties, as she can't be of further help. The security men still guarded every door and gate like hungry dogs. I don't even have access to my phone. No one could reach me. Not even Julian. The big mansion felt like a cold, beautiful cage made of marble and silence.I sat down at the long dining table. The wooden chair felt hard under
Leon's POV “There’s a voice recording of all of you,” Bella said, rephrasing herself. Her voice was calm and sure as she looked at every one of us.The words landed like a heavy punch to my stomach. For a few long seconds, nobody moved. The red lights in the VIP booth suddenly felt hot, burning against my skin. The heavy bass music thumped louder in my ears, vibrating deep inside my chest and ribs. The thick air smelled stronger now — heavy cigar smoke, spilled whiskey, sweat, and sweet perfume all mixed together. My shirt clung wet and sticky to my back as heat gushed all over me. My heart slammed hard against my ribs, each beat loud in my ears.After a moment of shock, I bit my lip hard. Sharp pain flared up as I felt the taste of blood filled my mouth instantly. “Goddamn it!!” I cursed under my breath, my voice rough and low.“Oh Shiit!!” Victor roared, slammed his fist hard on the table. The glasses jumped and clinked loudly. His face turned deep red with rage. Veins bulged on
Ava’s POVI just stood there, like my feet were glued to the floor, staring up at Julian like he’d actually slapped me. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt, thumping against my ribs, but I tried to keep my face blank. Or at least not totally freak out. I swallowed—loud, I think—and forced the wor
Ava’s POVI pushed the bedroom door open very quiet, but the click still sounded way louder than I wanted it to so early this morning. Leon was already half-dressed, standing there in front of the full mirror, fiddling with the last couple buttons on his white shirt. He looked all put together al
Ava's POV Leon didn't let me catch my breath fully.He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing that thick black sex rope—soft but tough, the kind that he'd always used on me to punish me.Sweat glistened on his chest, his muscles shifting under the dim light as he moved. He was breathing heavy to
Ava’s POVLeon didn’t give me a second to catch my breath.He placed his hands on me again, quick and rough, his fingers working at the thick black rope still wrapped around my ankles. The cord slid free with a soft rasp on my skin, and the sudden rush of blood all over that area made the red marks







