One mistake and Billionaire's Prisoner

Encaged within his arms, she pressed her cherry red lips into thin lines.She could only give up.In front of this formidable man, she was helpless. She could not match his gym-trained, athletic body. Even if, by some lucky chance, she succeeded in escaping his grasp and running out of this room, there was a horde of bodyguards waiting outside. They would bring her back to his feet without him even bothering to order them.There was no place in this world where she could seek refuge from him.No matter how much effort she put in or how far she got, in the end, it would just be as much work as flicking a finger for him to get her back right into his mansion.He would find her, bring her back to his bed and do whatever he desired.If she truly regretted it right now...she should have thought it before provoking the Devil last night.Once Luna realised that she could not avoid the consequences of her actions, her gem-like chocolate brown eyes shimmered with determination.With a heart

A month later, she had seen him again. Till then, she had no idea who he was.In the high-class club, which was exclusive for the Elite, Damian Blackwell, the important man of the century, was sitting in the VVIP section. Being surrounded by groups of influential men who had waited for months just to win a minute of audience with him justified his sovereignty. His eyes lingered momentarily at that beautiful woman on the bottom floor who was drinking nonstop without any regard for tomorrow. He silently took a sip of some expensive brand of French wine. No one could penetrate his thoughts.Not long after, his eyes shifted back to the person who was desperately fawning over him. It was noteworthy to say that the people who surrounded him included not only the President of some big, renowned international corporations but also several embassy members from foreign states. Yet, the nonchalance in Damian's demeanour did no justice to their status. Despite their important posts and flattering

"M-Mr. Blackwell, I-I really..." The woman could see her situation clearly. Even if this man killed her right here and right now in front of everyone, no one would even shed a tear for her sake out of fear of him.In desperation, she lunged forward and grabbed his leg.Everyone was shocked. His subordinates were even more speechless.People who knew who Damian was were aware of his mysophobia.They silently thought: If this woman had any chance to survive before, now she has lost it too.Yet the woman didn't know it."Step away." A cold voice resonated on the second floor. People's hearts jolted into their throats. Some of them wanted to secretly escape, yet none dared to move. As if they were terrified of attracting any sort of attention toward them.The woman was terrified to the point where her sanity was ruined. She didn't listen."I said step away." His voice grew colder than the coldest winter. His hands tightened slightly.The woman still didn't listen.It happened so quickly t

The next day.Fresh sunlight infiltrated the room through the parted curtains. Gradually, the whole place filled with brightness to the brim.The room felt alive and refreshing, but for Luna, it felt like a nightmare."God!" Luna grasped her head in her hands and cursed under her breath. "Just what in the world did I do last night?"She glanced to the side and saw a pill and a glass of water placed neatly on the table. "It must be Sierra." She smiled to herself and quickly took the pill. After the effect set in, she felt much better.Sitting down, she tried to recall what sort of devilry she had committed last night. But her memories were all mangled. She remembered blackmailing Sierra to come with her to the club, but other than that, everything was hazy.When Luna picked up her phone, she was startled. Twenty-seven messages from Sierra. After clicking on them, she burst out laughing.She laughed so hard she almost cried.If Sierra had witnessed how Luna laughed after learning she ha

That day, the Hart family was visited by the very benefactor who had saved them a year ago."Ms Blackwell, what brings you to our home?" Evan asked, his tone deferential.Damian Blackwell, clad in a perfectly tailored black suit, stood with two imposing bodyguards flanking him. He exuded a noble, regal air, like a monarch among mortals. His presence alone created an oppressive weight that made everyone in the room uneasy—a sense that he was untouchable, an otherworldly force to be feared.Damian said nothing. His piercing gaze lingered briefly on Evan."Mr Blackwell is here to discuss some matters with you," Cole Brennan, his subordinate, quickly explained.Evan's composure faltered for a moment, but he recovered and replied respectfully, "Why must Mr Blackwell come personally? He could have informed me, and I would have come to his office."The man standing before him could shake the entire state with a word. Evan knew better than to say anything offensive—especially as they remained