LOGINBillie. I woke up smiling for once.True to his word, Law hadn't touched me last night. No hands, no filthy whispers, just his steady warmth pressed against my back until morning. It felt strangely safe.I was elbows-deep in soapy dishes when I felt him.His hard body pressed flush against my back, the thick outline of his cock unmistakable through his pants. He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of my ear."You left me high and dry last night," he murmured. "Yet you let Silas and Leon fück you whenever they want."I rinsed a plate, fighting a smile. "Because they know the right time."His hands settled on my hips. "It's because you hate me."I chuckled, turning in the circle of his arms. "I don't hate you. I just feel like you hate me."Slowly, I reached up and lifted the glasses from his face, looking straight into his eyes. "Do you hate me, Law? Tell me something sweet."He laughed under his breath. "Sweet?"I grinned. "See? You don't even know how. You're just a hater."Silas wal
Billie.The dream came again.Flames roared around me, devouring everything. “Run, baby! Don’t look back! Find Marley! Run!”My mother’s voice cut through the chaos. But this time the fire didn’t burn.It transformed.The raging orange flames shimmered, hardened, and exploded into thousands of glittering diamonds. They cascaded over my skin like liquid stars in a cool and tingling sensation. Every diamond that touched me sent waves of strange, delicious pleasure through my body. My skin felt hypersensitive. I gasped, arching as the glittering stones kissed my neck, my breasts, between my thighs…I woke up with a soft moan.Warm lips were wrapped around my nïpple, sücking slowly and deeply. A strong hand kneaded my other brëast while a hot tongue flicked teasingly.Leon’s mouth released my nïpple with a wet pop and moved up to kiss my neck.“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured against my skin. “You can go out shopping today if you want. Get whatever you like.”I blinked, still daze
Billie.I couldn’t stop shaking.The moment Silas left the kitchen, I thought he would come back and hit me. Or worse. I slipped into my room, heart hammering, and dragged some pillows under the bed with me. If anyone came in, I’d hear their footsteps first. I curled up tight in the small, dark space, barely breathing.Duchess wasn’t lying.After everything that happened in Las Vegas… how they threatened me… how could I have ever thought I was special to them? I owe them a fortune. I’m just their prisoner.I was so scared of the way Silas looked at me earlier. Like I was something he could break.I’ll be perfect, quiet and I’ll behave until I find a way out.Exhaustion finally pulled me under.~~~I woke up to darkness.Something soft and silky covered my eyes. My wrists were bound tightly above my head. A thick gag pressed against my tongue, muffling any sound I tried to make. I was no longer under the bed. I was lying on a mattress, completely at someone’s mercy.I panicked, whimp
Silas.The jeweler placed the necklace under the bright light of the boardroom, handling it with the kind of reverence usually reserved for sacred artifacts.“This piece is extraordinarily rare, Mr. Silas,” he said softly. “It belongs to an old noble bloodline. It was originally gifted by a royal member centuries ago. Very few exist in the world.”I leaned forward. “Who owns them?”“Only three families, sir. One was donated to a national museum. The second is worn by a well-known celebrity who never takes it off. The third…” He paused for effect. “Was handed down to Judy Sierra.”The door opened. Law and Leon stepped inside, closing it behind them.“So whoever has this necklace… it came from Judy Sierra?”The jeweler nodded. “Yes. But it was never meant to be sold. The instructions that came with it were very specific: the person holding this necklace must be taken to Judy Sierra. It serves as undeniable proof that the bearer is a legitimate family member — her direct blood.”Now it m
Billie.I couldn’t stop smiling as I moved through the house that morning. My legs were still deliciously sore from the way Leon destroyed me on the pool daybed last night. Every step reminded me of how deep he’d been, and how full he’d left me.“If this is how I pay off my debt…” I thought, biting my lip, “I might just enjoy being in their debt forever.”I grabbed the laundry basket and quietly pushed open Silas’s door. He was still in bed, sprawled on his back, the sheets barely covering his hips. The clear outline of his naked body underneath made my breath catch. He looked peaceful… and unfairly hot.I cleared my throat softly. “Can I open the curtains?”Silas didn’t open his eyes. “Warm me first.”His voice came out raspy with sleep.I paused, confused. “Uh… do you want an extra blanket? Or should I turn the AC up?”He cracked one eye open, a lazy smirk forming on his lips. “No. I want you to warm me. Hurry up. I have a meeting soon.”I stood there blinking like an idiot. “Wa
Billie.I promised myself I wouldn’t go to any more events anytime soon. Not after that panic attack at Judy Sierra’s wake. The flames still felt too real.Leon had left hours ago for some business. The house was quiet. After a long nap that finally calmed my nerves, I threw myself into work — made dinner, folded laundry, anything to stay busy. When that wasn’t enough, I curled up with my phone and scrolled until I found a story titled Maid x mafia guy. The title alone made me smile. It instantly reminded me of that shy maid at the wake… and the way she looked at Baron.Later that night, I found myself drawn to the pool.It was my first time stepping near water since the lake accident. My chest felt tight as I stood at the edge, staring at the glowing blue surface. I needed this. I refused to let fear control me anymore. No more panic attacks and flashbacks ruling my life.I peeled off my maid uniform, then my pants and bra, leaving only my black lace panties. The cool night air ki
Law.The house was quiet when I returned, but something felt off.Molly’s door was open.I paused in the hallway, then stepped inside. There, in the center of the cage bed, was Billie.She was on her stomach, face buried in one of the pillows, slowly, desperately humping against another pillow belo
Billie. By morning, I had made up my mind. I was going back to the devils mansion. I came up with a story about being sick yesterday and hoped they would buy it.The men were already gone when I arrived, so I slipped into my uniform and started with cleaning chores. First Law’s room, then Silas’s
Leon.“What do you mean you couldn't kill her! Silas, she saw you and Law kill Felix. Do you know what that means?!” I barked, cutting the smoke from my cigar with one sharp motion. “If she talks, everything goes sideways. No way I’m risking a PR nightmare. You had just one job.”Law smirked, pushi
Billie.“Order for fries, diet Coke, and crispy fried heart attack, last one!” Milly chirped. “That customer’s a no-show. The place is empty.”I replied. “Shit,” she winced. “Dan left early for some family emergency. Please deliver it? I swear, I’ll pay your Uber. If Malcolm gets a customer compla







