LOGIN“You can’t force me to do this, Ash.” I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself as he stepped closer again. “I don’t belong to you.” His soft chuckle sent shivers down my spine. And when his face neared mine, his fingers tightening around my throat, his whispered words brushing against my ear, I knew that I was going to fall for him again. “Oh, but you’ve been mine from the very beginning, little lamb.” *** Lena Gray has lost everything. After the death of her boyfriend—the only person who ever cared about her—her life spirals into darkness. Desperate and on the verge of ending her life, she is suddenly abducted and sold in a human auction. Ash Ravencroft, a devil with a lethal charm, claims her. But he hasn’t come just to take, he offers a deal. In exchange for saving her from despair, he wants only one thing: her body, in ways far darker and more sinful than she ever imagined. Bound by a sinful contract, will she break free from the darkness, or succumb to the temptation that might consume her whole?
View MoreElijah Theodore Martinez
“Sir, Mr. Martinez called earlier. He said that you need to go to your house tonight. At kung hindi raw po kayo uuwi ay huling araw n'yo na raw po sa kumpanya ngayon,” natatakot na pahayag ng aking sekretaryang si Miko matapos sabihin ang bilin ni Daddy.
What's new? Kahit anong maging desisyon ko naman tungkol sa bilin ni Daddy ay pareho lang siyang malalagot. Kung hindi ako uuwi sa mansyon, panigurado bukas ay wala na siyang trabaho, or worst, baka pati ako. Kung uuwi naman ako, panigurado, mahigit isang linggo na naman akong mainit ang ulo.
I don't know why my dad is so pressured to have me a child. Kaya naman ang matandang 'yon halos ibenta na ako sa lahat ng mga kumpare niya at business partner namin para lang matipuhan ko ang mga anak nila. As if naman na mauubusan na ako ng babae sa mundo at hindi na magkakaanak.
"I will give him a call, you may go now," kalmante pero may diin ko pa ring utos kay Miko na agad namang sumunod sa aking utos.
Matapos kong mapag-isa sa loob ng aking opisina ay agad ko na ring tinawagan si Daddy. I just hope that he will still accept my reasons for not going to his place tonight.
"Hello, Dad. How are you?" I said with a tired voice, hoping that he will notice it. Sabagay, hindi naman ako nagsisinungaling sa kanya dahil talagang pagod na rin naman ako dahil sa maghapong mga meeting at trabaho.
"I'm all good, son. Mabuti na rin at tumawag ka. I tried to contact you earlier but it's Miko who answered my call," medyo dismayadong tugon naman nito.
I lean my back on my swivel chair. Talaga atang drain ang lahat ng lakas ko dahil sa pakikipag-usap sa bago naming mga investor kanina. "Sorry, Dad, you know I'm quite busy these past few days. Next week na ang opening ng bago nating hotel at resort sa Palawan, and I want everything to be perfect like what you told me," hinging paumanhin ko pa rin kay Daddy.
“I know Elijah, and I am very proud of you, you know that…" malumanay na wika naman ni Dad sa kabilang linya. A smile immediately showed on my face, mukhang effective ata ang acting ko ngayon ah, nasabi ko na lang sa aking isip. "…but, that act will not work on me anymore, my dear son. Uuwi ka ngayong gabi dito sa bahay o mawawala lahat ng meron ka ngayon? That's the only option you have, Elijah, and I hope you will make a good choice," muling sabi ni Daddy bago ako pinatayan ng tawag na agad na nakapagpawala sa ngiti sa aking mukha.
What the f*ck? Parang sinabi na rin niya na wala akong ibang choice ngayon kung hindi ang sumunod na lang sa kanya. Wala sa sariling napahilot na lang ako sa aking sintido dahil pakiramdam ko ay bigla na lamang itong pimintig dahilan upang sumakit ang aking ulo.
Past ten in the evening nang magdesisyon akong dumaan sa bahay namin. Wala namang sinabi si Daddy na oras ng pagpunta ko kaya sana kung may bisita man siya ngayon ay nakauwi na sila.
I park my Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail in the vacant car park in front of our house. Nakahinga naman ako nang maluwag nang mapansing wala namang ibang sasakyan sa loob ng aming bakuran maliban sa mga sasakyan na koleksyon ni Daddy.
Ngunit ang tuwa sa aking mukha ay agad na nawala nang sa pagpasok ko pa lang sa loob ng aming bahay ay bumungad na sa akin ang isang babaeng nakasuot ng kulay pulang hapit na bistida, na kahit nakaupo ay alam kong maikli rin ito base na rin sa kanyang hita na nakalantad habang ang kanyang mga magulang ay masayang nakikipagkuwentuhan kay Daddy.
“Oh, Elijah. Buti nakauwi ka pa. Ipapatawag ko na sana si attorney Diaz,” tatawa-tawang biro pa ni Daddy habang bakas sa kanyang mukha ang tagumpay dahil sa pagpapauwi sa akin.
"I'm sorry I was late. Medyo madami lang pong tinapos sa opisina," muling paumanhin ko habang naglalakad papunta sa sala kung saan sila nagtitipon.
"Napakasipag naman pala nitong anak mo Elias, kaya hindi na ako nagtataka kung bakit mas lalo pang yumayaman ang pamilya niyo," bigay puri pa sa akin ng lalaking kausap ni Daddy.
Tahimik naman akong naupo sa tabi ng aking ama habang inoobserbahan ang mga bisita.
"I will not disagree on what you said. Talaga naman wala akong masasabi rito sa anak ko. Masipag na, matalino pa. Laking pasasalamat ko nga sa batang ito at kahit papaano na-eenjoy ko naman ang maagang pagreretiro na walang pinoproblema," proud na bida naman ni Daddy sa akin na talagang labis na nagbigay sa akin ng saya.
Dadalawa man kami ni Dad mula pagkabata ko ay hindi naman siya nagkulang sa pag-aaruga at pagmamahal sa akin. Kaya nga kahit anong kanyang hilingin ay hindi ko rin magawang tanggihan.
“Napakasarap sigurong maging manugang niyang anak mo. Kung iyang si Elijah ang makakatuluyan nitong unica hija namin ay talagang makakampante na rin ako, lalo na sa negosyo," nakangiting pahayag muli ni Mr. Sanchez, ang isa sa mga bagong business partner namin na si daddy pa mismo ang nakipag-usap.
“Ay oo naman. Sa katunayan nga ay pinag-aasawa ko na ito. Aba, tumatanda na rin tayo, gusto ko rin namang makipaglaro sa magiging apo ko habang kaya ko pa," muling pasaring ni Daddy sabay tingin kay Rachel, ang solong anak ng mag-asawang Sanchez. "Ikaw ba, hija, may boyfriend ka na ba? Itong si Elijah ko ay nako, wala itong girlfriend," muling pagbebenta pa sa akin ni daddy.
"Dad, ano ka ba? Mahiya ka naman," pabulong na sita ko pa kay daddy habang napapahilot na lang ako sa aking batok. Kahit ata wala akong high blood, pag itong si daddy ang kausap ko, pakiramdam ko tumataas ang presyon ko.
Nahihiyang napangiti na lang si Rachel habang binibigyan ako ng mga palihim na sulyap, "Wala po akong boyfriend, Mr. Martinez," may kahinhinang wika pa nito ngunit ang bawat tingin ay sa akin ipinupukol.
Alam ko na ang mga ganitong tagpo. Isa lang panigurado ang habol sa akin ng babaeng ito. Katulad ng ibang inirereto sa akin ni daddy, malamang na katawan ko lang din ang gusto niya.
Well, sino ba naman ako para hindi pagbigyan ang hiling niya. Isang masuyong ngiti ang aking ibinigay sa kanya bago ito sinenyasan na sumunod sa akin sa aking silid habang ang aming mga magulang ay abala pa rin sa kanilang pagkukwentuhan. At katulad ng inaasahan, sa unang pagsubok pa lamang, bagsak na agad ang babaeng nasa aking harapan.
ASHHumans are foolish creatures. Far too convinced they know what they’re doing. Lena, of course, is the most delightful example of that.She stepped out of the boutique fitting room wearing a blood-red dress that looked like it was designed to mock me. It wrapped around her like deliberate temptation. It was bold, provocative, and definitely not the white “pure” uniform I gave her. I expected as much.My gaze trailed down her body, slow and unfeeling. I didn’t need to strip her; I could see through the silk and skin, right to the defiance she thought made her untouchable.She thought she was winning.“Well?” she asked, arching one brow and spinning slightly, like a queen daring her subjects to question her crown.
LENAI leaned back into the sofa, eyes fixed on the stack of documents I’d just been holding. I still hadn’t fully processed how insane this all was. I had a new identity, a seven-digit bank account, and a life that could only belong to the devil.What the hell was I supposed to do with all this power?I glanced over at Ash, now sitting casually on the armrest, admiring the finished product, Lorne’s work, really, but Ash was clearly taking all the credit. A thought crossed my mind, sharp enough to make me frown. I wanted to test him. I had to, if I was ever going to trust this man completely.My fingers brushed along the edge of the metal credit card I’d just pulled out from the pape
I stepped out of the walk-in closet with my mind still tangled in numbers, documents, and questions. But one clear thing was this house wasn’t just a place to live. It was a fortress, maybe even a shrine. This house was a leftover piece of hundreds of stories that were never finished.My eyes lifted toward the upper landing with the glass railing, just above that massive bed. A narrow spiral staircase rose from the corner of the room, almost hidden behind long curtains.The space upstairs was larger than I expected. Like a private mezzanine tucked away. The walls were lined with shelves. Books, folders, scrolls, and old wooden boxes neatly stacked from floor to ceiling. And in the center of it all stood a long wooden table, its surface scratched and worn by time.Behind the main shelves, I spotted a long glass cabinet. Inside it were names written by hand in slanted, elegant, and cold letters.Names. Not book titles or artifacts, but names of people.Names of women.Some crossed out.
“Give me your last name,” I said calmly, but every word carried weight. “Ravencroft.”Ash didn’t respond right away. He just raised a brow, like he couldn’t decide if he misheard me or was just too amused to care.“That’s … not a typical request,” he finally said.“I want to be Lena Ravencroft,” I continued, folding my legs on the couch and turning fully to face him. “I want that name to be official. On papers. On my ID. On everything I touch when I return.”He studied me for a few seconds. “Ah,” he said eventually. “So this is marriage to you?”I didn’t answer, but I didn’t deny it either.He leaned his head back against the couch, stared at the ceiling, and let out a low chuckle. “Lena, Lena … I don’t do marriage.”“Why?” I asked, sharper than intended.He turned his head lazily back toward me. That relaxed posture vanished from his eyes, replaced with something colder.“Because marriage is a human thing. Ceremonies. Empty vows. Legal chains that humans don’t even respect themselves
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