Chapter 5: Welcome to Dragon Island

Octavia's POV

Everything happened so fast. One minute we were driving out of the Beacham estate into the city. Next, we were already at the airport.

A helicopter was waiting. Red Dragon and I boarded the helicopter without delay and flew away.

All the security guards were left behind, probably to take a different route.

Our flight was smooth. Soon, we headed toward a private island. The view from above was so green and beautiful. Slowly, we dropped lower, and the full picture came into view. It was a small island.

The island was crawling with armed guards. A large mansion stood in the middle of the island, a golf field by the left wing, and a large flower garden by the right. I saw the swimming pool sprawling in front of the mansion.

The helicopter descended slowly, sending leaves and dust swirling across the landing pad. Before the blades had even stopped spinning, dozens of armed guards had already formed a protective circle around it.

The door was opened, and the Red Dragon alighted first.

Together, all the bodyguards saluted him, and then two ladies came forward… My eyes drifted to the ladies… “My Lord…” they called in unison.

One was a tall blonde, he had the prettiest smile I had ever seen. The other looked like a Latina, pretty face, dark hair, sexy blue eyes. They rushed to hug the Red Dragon. I watched.

The pleasantry was short, or whatever they were up to… then, the Red Dragon turned back to the helicopter, facing me. He gave me his hand.

“This is Octavia Beacham. She's going to be my guest from now on.”

The ladies exchanged glances. The silence that followed sent a chill down my spine. I looked around; the faces were unmoved. The security guards gave no reaction, like they had become robots or didn't hear.

Then the lady came forward, the one with blonde hair. Her gaze swept over me, as though weighing my worth. Then she turned to Red Dragon… “My Lord,” her face drained of colour.

Sadness was evident in her eyes. “Have Mira and I not been able to satisfy your needs?” She asked gently, pouting her lips.

The other lady stepped forward… “My Lord, Bianca and I can give you any entertainment you so desire. Must you bring another woman home?” She frowned disappointedly.

I was flabbergasted. Did she just call me another of the Red Dragon's girls?

I waited for the Red Dragon to clear the air. I waited for him to tell them… that I'm not a whore, that I'm just here running from my family. But he didn't.

He cleared his throat… “Now listen, both of you. You do whatever I command without questions. I can bring or have as many women as I see fit. And that's not gonna be a problem for anyone. Do you understand?”

There was silence. The ladies nodded. But I saw the pain festering in their eyes. When my eyes met the blonde girl's, her chin folded, her eyes cast a glare filled with contempt upon me, and my blood turned to ice.

I swallowed nervously. I had just arrived, and I already made an enemy. It would seem trouble had a way of following me around.

“Let's go inside.” Red Dragon said. He led the way, releasing my hand and letting me walk beside him, but Mira jumped me, pushing me off the path.

Side by side, Mira and Bianca walked beside the Red Dragon, ...each held onto one of his arms, as if claiming their place while I trailed behind them.

I sighed.

We walked through the garden and then around the swimming pool. The island looked peaceful despite the heavy security. The mansion stood before us, white, elegant.

The house was large, bigger than my father's mansion. The golden interior and ancient artifacts created a warm ambiance, bathing the sitting room with a rare taste of luxury and mystery.

“Wow!” I exclaimed inwardly.

I didn't know I had drawn attention until his voice called me back…

“What do you think of my home, my darling Octavia?”

My face snapped back to the Red Dragon and I smiled. “Your home is so beautiful, my Lord. I like the sword,” I said pointing at an ancient sword hung on the wall.

All eyes turned. His laughter was immediate. “Aye… that's a very old sword. Do you wanna know the story behind it?”

I nodded.

My eyes shifted to the two ladies who had gone quiet, arms folded against their chest, but their eyes never left me for a second.

When my gaze met with Bianca’s, darkness enveloped her eyes. Her expression hardened, daggers of disdain directed at me. Mira’s fists clenched, her fingers digging into her palms.

“Krul??” The Red Dragon's voice cut across the room, easing my mind. A man came forward… “my Lord…”

“Take Octavia. Show her to the room closest to mine. Make sure it suits her taste. She'll be staying close to me during her time here.”

The man bowed and came to me. “This way my lady…” he took my hand gently.

He was so gentle, like I mattered. I couldn't remember the last time I was treated like this. Like I had value.

But as we turned to climb the stairs, I looked back to Bianca and Mira one final time…. The two women glanced at each other, and Bianca gnashed her teeth in fury.