Natasha fought with all her might as he pulled her into the room. The lights turned on and her body stiffened when she saw three other men in the room.They all pounced on her and tried to tie her up but she fought them with all her might.“What are you three idiots doing? Can't you handle a simple woman?” The man who dragged her in shouted at the rest. Natasha tried to pull the cloth out of her mouth, but they caught her hands and tied them. “You little girl. You dared to slap me in front of so many people. Do you know who I am?” He roared. “I'm going to teach you a lesson. Throw her on the bed.” He ordered as he reached for his belt. Natasha's eyes widened. They dragged her towards the bed and tied her hands to the bedpost. Her mind went blank. Where's Alexander? Was he going to let this people have their way with her? She was outnumbered, and there's no way she can fight all these men by herself. Tears stung her eyes. This is all his fault. If he had not made her wear such rev
Natasha's eyes burned with held back tears as she crawled after Alexander. The people around were all looking at her like she had gone mad. All thanks to this monster in front of her. He walked so majestically, while she had to crawl on the floor. Her chest burned with hatred. He humiliated her. It only fueled her determination to escape. By the time they got to his reserved seat, her knees had already turned red. Another man approached him just as he was about to sit.“Mr. Darkmoon. Long time no see.” Alexander smiled, one that didn't reach his eyes. They both spoke for a minute or two. Just as the man was about to walk away, his gaze shifted from Alexander to Natasha.“Oh, Mr. Darkmoon, you should have informed us that you were bringing someone along. We would have reserved an extra seat.” Alexander waved it off. “No need, she's comfortable where she is. Right?” He asked, turning to Natasha who's eyes looked like there were about to cry. Natasha sniffed back her tears and nodde
The car was sleek, black, and cold—just like everything about Alexander. The leather seats swallowed her up, the soft hum of the engine sending a ripple of unease through her as the city lights blurred past.Natasha sat quietly beside him, her gaze fixed on the passing landscape, her mind racing, trying to piece together the puzzle that was Alexander Darkmoon.She shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t be going wherever he was taking her.But the voice in her head, the one that always screamed for her to run, was quieter than usual. Maybe because a part of her—some small, stupid part—was already dreading the idea of being left alone in that cold, sterile room again.She looked at him.His face was illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights, but his eyes were hidden in shadow. He was driving, not speaking, not giving anything away.The silence between them stretched too long.“Where are we going?” Natasha finally asked, breaking the quiet.Alexander’s gaze flickered to her for a fr
(Alexander POV.)What's getting into him? What was that feeling he felt when he saw her sinking down to the bottom of the pool. Was it fear? Why was he afraid that she might drown? Why was he scared when her lips turned blue? This woman should have been dead long ago. People who stole from him didn't live pass 5 minutes. And yet, she had been breathing for more than 72 hours. Why did he care? He could have just left her to drown then have someone dispose her body, but for some reason, his heart fell the moment he saw her sinking down. This wasn't the usual him. What was that woman doing to him? Was she trying to get closer to him? If not, then what was the reason for her question earlier. The way she asked him, her tone sounded like she actually cared about him, whereas she didn't. He knew she was up to no good. She thinks asking him those type of questions would make him drop his guard around her. She's wasting her time. Not again. He's not going to let another woman into
Natasha stared at him. Her eyes became heavy as the cool breeze blew her wet body. She trembled, her body became cold and before she knew it, she passed out.Alexander scooped her into his arms. He couldn't help but look at her small calm face. She was no longer as pale as when he brought her out of the water. Her small pouty lips were returning back to their bright cherry colour. He felt like biting them. The cold air blew harshly. She would catch a cold if she stayed outside any longer. Alexander turned and walked back into the house.__(Natasha’s POV)Warmth.That was the first thing she noticed.Not the suffocating cold of the water… not the marble floor beneath her spine… just warmth. Soft sheets. The scent of leather, cologne, and something smoky.Her lashes fluttered open slowly.She was in a massive bed. Dark sheets, black silk. The kind of bed you don’t just sleep in. The kind of bed you belong in, if you’re chosen.Her heart thudded.Not her room.Not her prison suite.H
Natasha throat suddenly went dry. Why was he staring at her like that? She stood in front of the pool, calm and composed, but her fingers nervously pinched the thick fabric on her body.Alexander took a long drag of his cigarette. “Take it off.” He ordered. Natasha didn't say a word. She reached for the belt and untied it. Her eyes were on his the whole time. She dropped her hands, letting the robe slide off her body, until she was left wearing only the swimsuit.“Get in the pool.” “I can't swim.” He looked at her, his brows raised. “Am I supposed to care?” His words hit her hard. She can't do this. She can't swim. The last time she tried to swim was when she was 6 years old, and if not for a passerby who saw her and saved her, she'd have drowned that day.Since then, she always avoided places with deep water. But now, Alexander was asking her to do something she couldn't do. “Do you want to go in yourself, or should I throw you in?” Alexander asked as he stood up, his voice cold