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The door to Rafa’s office in the villa blasts open as Ryan’s legs slam the hard wooden frame.“Delete that video right now, Raffaele!” he roars,his voice seething with fury.Behind the massive desk, Rafa barely blinks, like he’s expecting him. His lips curl into a smirk as he slowly lifts up his head, his calm demeanor a stark difference to Ryan’s rage.As his eyes lock on Ryan’s form, he raises an eyebrow. “What video?” he asks, acting oblivious to Ryan’s rage.Ryan storms further into the room, his steps echoing. “You know what I’m talking about, you sneaky bastard.”“Sneaky?” Rafa repeats incredulously. “I’m not the one going around interrogating maids and monitoring security cameras.”He stands and His tone sharpens. “Judging by the way you came to me instead… means you know we’re connected—and probably more than I thought.”“What I know about you… and Selene?” Ryan scoffs, and then his voice drops, bitter and cold. “Everything.”Rafa’s smirk falters.Ryan steps closer. “And trust
“Drugged!” Hazel blurts as she shifts on the bed. “Ryan?” she mumbles.He rises with a weary sigh, running a hand through his damp hair as he backs her, “…I’m not sure…” he redeems himself, he doesn’t want to worry her.Ruth…How could she do this?He trusted her… most importantly, Hazel trusted her.He sits still at the edge of the bed, back turned, body slumped forward, head bowed low. Wet strands of hair cling to his forehead as the weight of what’s just happened drags him down.‘They got her.’Hazel, seeing Ryan’s demeanor as he turned his back on her, turns away, fixating blankly on the ceiling. The effects of the drug still pulses through her veins, making her limbs feel like they’re underwater, her skin still buzzing from the sex. She can’t believe it… they succeeded in drugging her… again!Even after trusting Ryan… even after he told her to trust him. What if she is pregnant again, would it have affected the baby?After another long silence, Ryan finally stands. He moves cau
They twist and tangle on the couch until Ryan rises with her wrapped around him like a koala. He’s about to carry her to the bed when he stops, and his eyes land on the wine on the tray sitting innocently on the table. He kicks the table, and it tumbles to the side, the bottle of wine falls loudly to the ground, spilling out the remaining dark liquid across the tiles, while the glass shatters on the ground, breaking into hundreds of pieces.Hazel doesn’t even flinch, She’s still clinging to him, hungrily kissing him. Her lips, moving around his chest like she’s starving. Whatever was in that wine, it took a toll on her. He’s starting to get his mind back because he didn’t drink as much as her, and he has a high tolerance, but for Hazel, he knows it will take a while. But despite being so present-minded, his haze of arousal hasn’t faded—if anything, it’s sharpened.His chest rises and falls in heavy breaths as he strides to the bed. When he reaches the edge, he grabs Hazel by the w
“Fight it… fight it…” Ryan repeats breathlessly like a chant to himself. But it changes nothing, not with the drugs searing through their veins.His vision spins, Hazel’s scent dizzies, his body burns.And before he can stop himself, he snaps, crashing into her lips. His lips move against hers, fast and desperate. His hands move on their own as they find the hem of her skirt. And in no time, he lifts it up.Her skirt bunches at her hips under his trembling hands, and he pulls back slightly,just enough to look at her face—flushed, glassy-eyed, lips parted like she’s stuck between a moan and a sob.Her fingers don’t stop. They’re still wrapped around his shaft, hidden inside his boxers, stroking with a slow, determined rhythm that threatens to break him completely.“Hazel…” he huffs, not in protest but in surrender. He’s fully erect beneath his boxers, length hard and bulging. He can’t control himself again.“God…” he groans, his eyes fluttering shut for half a second before he forces th
Trigger warning: Dub—con/Non—con. Blackmail. (If you easily get triggered yet still want to know what happens in the chapter, scroll down to the flowery chapter break and start reading from there ♥)“Come to my office,” Rafa says, his voice deep, unsettling, and psychotic.She whips around at the speed of lightning to face him. “But Master Rafa… I’m on kitchen duty tonight—”His piercing blue eyes darken. “I’m not going to ask you twice, so I’ll just drag you there.”His hand slips down her waist, and he grabs her by the wrist of the hand she’s using to hold the knife.Ruth’s body trembles. Rafa never takes no for an answer. So why would he now?“I’m sorry,” she yelps. “I’ll be there right now.”“Better,” he says, then releases her and walks off.Ruth drops the knife on the board and hastily runs after him.Inside his office, she finds him reclined casually on the sofa, legs spread. He barely glances at her before pointing at the space between his knees.She knows what he wants, and s
Now that Madam Adora is gone, a longtime maid gets assigned to be the new housekeeper.Sunday early morning, she steps into their room of four maids, and they all scramble to their feet, including Ruth.“For this week,” the housekeeper announces, “all of you will be sent to the villa. And four out of six girls over there will come in your place.”“Start packing your things,” she orders, then walks out of the room.Ruth’s chest tightens. Her temporary heaven has ended.When Madam Adora was still around, she’d stay for three weeks in the mansion and only one in the villa, while other girls spent only two or one week in the mansion. It was not fully Madam Adora’s doing. It was also Hazel’s, she had taken a liking to her, often requesting she stay close.But now, Madam Adora is dead. And Madam Hazel doesn’t trust anyone because of what happened.The privilege she once had—it’s all gone.She didn’t think she’d see the men in the villa spaces so soon.Ruth swallows hard as she folds clothes