Owen Vitmoz

At Haven hotel, room 1001.

The door creaked open.

Owen's gaze swiftly shifted away from the space, resting on a man stepping into the room. He kept his eyes on him, watching as he shrugged off his jacket, tossed it onto the bed, and headed for the bathroom.

Halfway there, something, perhaps instinct made him pause.

He turned, his eyes now locking onto his figure seated calmly by the open window, half-draped in darkness, watching him.

He froze, nearly jumping out of his own skin.

Immediately, he rushed backwards, fumbling until his hands grasped the door handle. His eyes widened in terror as he pointed at Owen with trembling fingers. "Who are you?" He questioned.

In panic, he fished his phone from his pocket, frantically scrolling through his messages to make sure he was in the right room. Seeing the room number as the one in the message, he glared at him, shouting. "I'm asking, who the hell are you and how did you get in here?"

Nonchalantly, Owen finally turned to reveal his face to him.

Shivers raked down the man’s spine as dread wrapped around his chest, desperately wishing the ground to open and swallow him whole rather than have a man with a horrifying scar on his face stare back at him.

He didn't want to believe the man got in through the window. It was up to 100 feet down from the room they were in. Unless...

His thoughts were shattered watching as the scarred man began advancing towards him.

"I should be the one asking who you are," Owen said calmly, his voice smooth and deliberate. "But since you bit me to it, I accept being the gentleman first." At this point, Owen watched him twist the doorknob, however, it didn't bulge.

Owen's lips drew into an amused glint, watching as fear rooted him to the spot, probably wondering what he had done to stop the door from opening.

"I'm sure you've heard about me before." Owen continued, stopping right in front of him. "However, have not seen my face." Hovering up to 2 feet above the man, he crouched slowly until they were eye level. With his fingers, he tipped his face up to look right into his face.

"How dare you want to mess with the woman of Owen Vitmoz?" He questioned, the sound of his voice instilling coldness in the man's body as the man this time, wished he possessed the powers to disappear.

It was him, Owen Vitmoz. The man with the scared face. The man whom no man dares to cross.

What kind of hell had he walked into?

His mind spiraled back to Elowen. What had she done to him? She had promised him that no one would find out what they were about to do, promising to the point of editing his face slightly from the video as long as he did what she wanted him to do.

He had believed in her words thinking of the huge amount of money he would receive. Turned out Elowen had only planned to destroy him like this when he had done nothing to her?

What reason had she to do this to him? He would have continued to live his innocent life if he had not been invited to do this in the first place.

And now he was encountering this dangerous man.

"I...I have nothing to do with your fiancée, Sir." He stammered desperately to save his innocent life. "I don't even know who she is. I believe I'm in the wrong room. She's not the woman I was supposed to meet."

The lie tasted bitter in his mouth, hoping Owen would believe him.

Owen laughed, a creepy laughter as he watched the man getting drenched by his own sweat.

"I see," Owen drooled, nodding thoughtfully. "And I believe you."

Hope flickered across the man's face only to die instantly as Owen continued.

"However, Owen Vitmoz doesn’t hate it when men try to play the game ahead of him. In fact…" His smile deepened. "He enjoys it most when they try to touch what belongs to him."

The man felt his soul abandon him.

Suddenly, Owen stepped away from him, giving him time to ponder on his next move which he began begging for his life the instant. However, Owen's commanding voice sliced through his pleas.

"Silence!" His expression changed into something dark and dangerous. However, in a second, it slowly softened into a very sweet version of him. "Who said I was going to kill you? I'm not as cruel as you think. I don't kill innocent hookers like you." He added, "Don't worry, I'll spare your life... But for attempting to have what is mine, you'll serve me for the rest of your life."

Immediately, he went on his knees, pressing his forehead to the floor. "I'll do anything....Anything as long as you spare my life."

"Good," Owen muttered, studying him for a moment and seeing the evidence of fear in him, a satisfactory glint appeared in his eyes. "I know everything about you," He went on calmly.

"Your mother. Your sister. They’re living quite freely. However, if you want them to continue living in a peaceful life..." He pulled out a card, letting it fall just out of reach, "You have thirty minutes to present yourself at my place. Don’t think of being clever. You’ll regret it."

The man scrambled for the card, desperately clutching onto it. "I swear," He cried. "I'll serve you for the rest of my life. Please...leave my family out of this."

"Now leave," Owen ordered allowing him to stand. His legs barely supported him as he staggered toward the door and fled the room.

Once the man was out of the room, Owen reached up and removed the mask from his face.

"This is just the beginning of the game." He whispered, returning to the window side. Settling into his seating position once more, this time he waited until Elowen entered the room. "For the first time, I'm going to reveal my true face to you, Elowen."

He let his gaze drift around the room until it settled on the bed. A knowing smile curved up his lips. A soft chuckle rose from his throat at what was playing on his mind. "Let's see how this is going to turn out, Elowen."