LOGINHe laid me on the sheets, climbed over me, caged me with his arms. "Last chance to run," he said, voice low. "I need the money," I whispered, feeling so tiny in his arms."You're soaking," he muttered. "Virgin or not, your pussy wants this. "I moaned, looking away, couldn’t help it, "Eyes on me, sweetheart," he pushed his tip in slowly. "Fuck," he groaned. "So tight." He fucked me like he was claiming something. "Come for me," he whispered in my ears, moving faster. "Damien," I cried out his name as I came. "That's it," he growled. After a long minute he pulled out slowly. "One night," he said again, almost like a reminder... Weeks later, I walked through the quiet hall of my school. A massive portrait stared back at me, Damien Blackwood the Principal Benefactor and Owner of Columbia University. Same man who’d just taken my virginity for money. My stomach dropped. "Oh fuck... what have I done?"
View MoreHow did it all start? Oh, yes. It started with the abuse from my father, Victor. "Why are you always reading and going to school Elena, but seem to never have money to meet up with rent or when I need to smoke" he would scream at me. I had gotten used to his abuse after my mom's death when I was 5, he had taken up the habit of being an alcoholic, and now I was 19 years old facing his daily abuse and harsh words.
Even with how he behaved I still tried my best to take care of both of us, working side shift at a diner and still trying to study to become a lawyer under a fully funded scholarship in one of the best schools, I was in my final year, and couldn't wait to be successful.
"Elena, I need some cash for some important things," my father said with a commanding tone.
"I don't have anything to give you papa, the money with me is for our rent, I can't let you use it for drinks and smokes," I said firmly. And just like that that I triggered the harsh words again.
"You are useless. With such curves and a beautiful body like yours, you could get us out of this poor life, but you waste it," he screamed, walking out on me. At this point the insults didn't hurt anymore, I picked up my bag to head to school and was met with my second abusers, my neighbors.
"You are just wasting your time, you would soon end up like your father, the only good thing he had in his life was your mother," my neighbor blurted out. I sighed, looked at her, wondering how good it would feel when I prove them wrong.
As I got to school I was met with my final abusers, the cherry on the cake, my classmates.
"See how cheap she's dressed, how did she even end up in such an expensive school," a girl whispered to her friends as I walked passed her, almost like she wanted me to hear what she said and just like other days I didn't care, I mean what do they want to say that my own father hadn't screamed at me.
In class I sat alone, no friends, no one wanted to interact with the poor girl, at the beginning when I got here it was sad but now I couldn't give two fucks.
After a long day at school, I still needed to get to my shift at the diner but one of the mean girls in my class felt today was her day. “With how you dress I can't just imagine where you live,” she mocked me.
I smirked. “No, you can't because unlike you, I don't have some rich papa tending to all my needs, especially the unnecessary ones,” I retorted. She kept mute looking for a perfect comeback but I was not willing to stand around to hear what I already know, so I left.
Things were easier at the diner. No abuse or harsh words just everyone minding their business.
“Elena I would cover your shift, you should be home reading for your exams,” Sofia said smiling. She's my co worker and a nice person, sometimes we have small talks but would always end short, it was a safe space.
“You don't have to,” I said feeling tense.
“Yes I don't, but I can and I definitely take you as my little sister, so just leave this to me,” she said collecting the uniform back from me.
“Thanks,” I said smiling. At least one person still had my best interest at heart.
Going home was a 40 minute walk from the diner. I took my time walking home thinking of how life has been treating me badly.
“Elena, I thought you had evening shift,” Marcus yelled trying to catch up with me.
“I do, but Sofia offered to cover it because of my exams,” I explained. Marcus was my childhood best friend, well I didn't know if we were friends anymore because he looked at me weirdly these days, especially after joining some bad gang in the neighborhood.
“Should i walk you home?” He asked giving me that same perverted look.
“No you don't need to,” I said walking a bit faster than him.
“Okay, I will see you later,” he said waving a good bye. I nodded avoiding eye contact with him.
I got home tired but still had to read, I did not want to waste the opportunity of letting Sofia covet my shift. And luck was on my side, because my dad was not around to complain and yell as usual, I could finally study in peace.
I decided to do some chores before studying because the rodents kept chewing on the boards and the leaking roof just made everything worse.
I complained to the landlord and instead he mocked me saying I don't pay enough to get to complain for anything and I had no useful items for the rodents anyways.
I kept quiet on the matter because I didn't want any issues with anyone in this neighborhood and no one was going to support me anyways, so why try.
After cleaning up the board pieces, I went to my room, preparing to study when I heard a knock on the door. I sighed, reluctantly going to open it to see my drunk father, I rolled my eyes, there goes my studying time.
“Why… why did you take so much… much time to open up?” he struggled to put words together. I ignored his question and helped him inside.
“Papa aren't you tired of this habit, do you want to live like this forever?” I asked fed up by his behavior.
“How dare you…” he did not get to finish his statement when he collapsed on the floor.
“Papa,” I rushed to him panicking but he wasn't moving.
“Fuck,” I screamed out of frustration.
The days after the coffee meeting blurred into a strange rhythm of avoidance and quiet longing. I stayed at Sofia’s, burying myself in textbooks and pretending the ache in my chest was just exam stress. Sofia, bless her, tried to keep things light with terrible reality TV marathons and burnt toast attempts she called “gourmet breakfast.” But even she could see I was struggling.“You know,” she said one afternoon while we were on the couch, “for someone who asked for space, you check your phone like it owes you money.”I sighed and set the device down. “Habit.”“Uh-huh.” She raised an eyebrow. “And the fact that Damien hasn’t blown up your phone with messages or flowers is driving you crazier than if he had.”She wasn’t wrong. The silence from him felt… intentional. Respectful. Which only made me miss him more.Then the first gesture arrived.It was a small package delivered to Sofia’s door, a plain brown box with my name on it. Inside were three books, the latest releases in corporate
Damien was not a man who liked loose ends. He had spent the last forty-eight hours turning over every rock Reyes could find, chasing shadows, and piecing together the alliance between Lila and Alex. The proof was damning. Timestamps, burner accounts, meeting locations. They had planned the photos, the timing, even the library incident like a carefully orchestrated play. But something still felt off. Alex had been cut loose too cleanly. Lila didn’t strike him as the type to burn a useful tool without having another one lined up.He needed answers. Direct ones.So he went to the source.Alex Thorne’s apartment was in a sleek high-rise not far from campus, the kind of place that screamed “trying too hard to look successful.” Damien didn’t bother with pleasantries. He had security bypass the doorman and rode the elevator up alone, jaw tight, hands clenched at his sides. When Alex opened the door, the surprise on his face lasted only a second before shifting into that smug, calculated smir
Lila was not about to give up easily or a woman who accepted failure gracefully. She paced the living room like a caged predator. The crystal glass she had thrown earlier still lay in shards near the wall, a glittering reminder of her rage. Three weeks of careful planning. Three weeks of manipulating Alex like the eager little puppet he was. And for what? Elena had walked away, yes, but Damien was already trying to crawl back to her. Pathetic.Alex had failed her. Spectacularly.She picked up her phone and sent him one final message:Lila: We’re done. Don’t contact me again. You’re useless.Then she blocked him.No loose ends. No sentimental attachments. Lila had learned long ago that men were tools, useful until they weren’t. Alex had become a liability the moment his obsession with Elena clouded his judgment. She needed someone colder. Someone with a personal grudge. Someone who already hated Damien enough to enjoy watching him burn.Marcus Hale.The thought brought a slow, dangerou
Three days had turned into four, then five. The flowers had stopped coming after the third day. I kept my phone on do not disturb most of the time, but I still checked it obsessively. Sofia noticed, of course. She noticed everything.“You’re doing that thing again,” she said on the morning of day six, pointing her spoon at me over breakfast. “The sad phone stare. It’s becoming your signature look.”I set the phone down. “I’m not staring sadly. I’m… strategically monitoring.”“Uh-huh.” She took a bite of cereal. “And how’s that strategy working out for you?”I groaned and dropped my head onto the table. “Terribly. He texted again last night. Another coffee date to talk things out.’ I haven’t replied yet.”Sofia raised an eyebrow. “And why haven’t you?”“Because every time I think about seeing him, my stomach does this weird flip thing. Half excitement, half terror. It’s exhausting.”She pushed the cereal box toward me. “Eat. Then reply. You can’t hide in my apartment forever. My couch
I woke up sore in places I didn’t even know could hurt. The bedroom was dark except for the soft gray light leaking through the blinds. Damien was already awake, watching me intensely like I was going to run away. His hair was a mess, eyes heavy like he didn't get any sleep, but there was somethin
The penthouse felt too quiet that afternoon. I was curled on the couch in the living room, legs tucked under me, scrolling through old lecture notes on my laptop. Damien was in his office down the hall, voice low on some conference call. I could hear the occasional sharp word drift out, but nothing
The drive back from campus was quiet, too quiet. Damien's hand rested on my thigh the whole way. I kept my legs pressed together, trying to ignore the lingering ache between them, the faint wetness that hadn't quite dried. Every bump in the road made me clench, and I hated how my body reacted like
The hallway felt longer than usual. Teachers and students parted without me asking. The office door was already cracked open. I pushed it wider and stepped inside.Damien stood by the window, hands in bus pockets, back to me. The room smelled of his cologne. He didn't turn right away. Just let Mr s












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