Agatha Simon, a lady with a heavy burden on her shoulders, made a life-altering decision by signing a contract that would change her fate forever. Her father's debt had become an insurmountable obstacle, and in order to pay it off, she agreed to become a slave. However, this agreement came with a catch - the only way to break free from her enslavement was to seduce the one and only billionaire, Lanceil Grim. As she embarked on her mission, Agatha found herself caught in a web of conflicting emotions. On the one hand, she was determined to succeed and gain her freedom. On the other hand, she couldn't help but feel drawn to Lanceil's charm and charisma. As their relationship deepened, Agatha found herself struggling to balance her desire for him with her need for independence. Could she really pull off such a daring feat and escape the clutches of her contract if love and lust interfered? The stakes were high, and failure was not an option.
View MoreIt was a sunny day.
I stood in front of my father’s grave with swollen eyes. The burial had just ended, and all the mourners left me alone in the lonely graveyard.
While looking at the epitaph on the gravestone where my father’s name was carved, my phone vibrated. I shoved my hand inside my pocket and checked the message I received from an unknown number.
[“You must pay your father’s debt, Miss Agatha Samson. The debt is $2.5 million. Today is the due date. If you don’t pay it by 4 pm, I have no choice but to use force ^^.”]
$2.5 million. Hah!
I just graduated from college and haven’t passed the bar exam yet. My dad was arrested for tax evasion and lost the right to own the company. Then, he died in a car accident, leaving me with $2.5 million in debt!
THERE’S NO WAY I CAN PAY FOR THAT!
“I need to escape.”
I put my cell phone back in my pocket and looked at my father’s grave for the last time.
“I never blamed you, Dad,” I mumbled. “Until the end, I know that you are innocent. However, there’s nowhere for me, so I must go.”
Today is the due date. Probably, the loan shark was waiting for me to come back home. However, I have no plans to go back. Before attending my father’s burial, I had packed my things and secretly placed them in the public locker.
All that is left is to get my things and fly outside the country.
‘A place where no one knows me.’
“Goodbye, Dad,” I said, sobbing. I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath.
‘I need to be strong and survive.’
My heart felt heavy as I turned against my father’s grave and exited the graveyard. I don’t know what will happen to me after this. But first and foremost, I need to escape.
Ting~!
Another message?
I picked up my phone again. The message was from an unknown number that had texted me before.
[“It’s 3:59, baby. You are running out of time.”]
I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
‘Who cares? You would not see me anymore!’
As I was about to step North, my phone rang again.
Ting~!
[“You look sassy when you roll your eyes.”]
What?”
Ting~!
[“But you look prettier when you cry.”]
I froze in total paralysis as my eyes and hands trembled while looking at the text. Holding my breath, I looked around.
Every time I turned my head, I felt the pounding inside my veins, pulse, neck, and chest. Not long after, I saw a black car.
Inside the car was a man looking at me through the window. When our gazes met, he raised his hand and waved at me.
‘Sh*t!’
I dashed in the opposite direction and walked into the narrow alleyways.
‘Damn! Damn! Those are the loan sharks! I thought they were waiting in the house, but they have followed me instead!’
It was foolish of me to think that evil men like them would show sympathy during my father’s burial. I was stupid.
“Haa, haaa, haa…” huffing, I looked around the unfamiliar alleys.
The sun was about to set.
‘Can I escape them and arrive at the airport before it’s too late?’That is only possible if luck is on my side.
“She is here!”
When I heard the voice from afar, I ran to my left. Pushing my arms back and forth, I jumped over small potholes, pumping my legs as fast as they could! But…
“Hello!”
A man with a tattoo on his arm blocked my way. I changed my destination and ran to the West. But another guy was waiting for me at the side.
“Where are you going, little bunny?”
Walking backward, I stumbled to escape and entered another complicated maze.
“Get out of my way!” I shouted to the group of people talking to each other in the middle of the alley.
I saw their eyes widen when I shoved them and passed through them.
“Hey!”
“Look out, b*tch!”
I heard them curse behind my back. Not that I care. On this particular humid day, I don’t f*cking care who’s who and what’s what.
All I want is… to live and survive. I sped past the closed shop and ducked around the corner. Behind me came the crash of the empty boxes and the loud voice of my chaser.
“Oh, Miss Agatha~.”
When I heard that cold, menacing, I felt all my hope crumble. Then, I found myself standing in front of a huge wall.
‘It’s the dead end.’
“For goodness’ sake, stop wasting your energy.”
Turning around, I looked at the man whom I met my gaze before.
My knees trembled.
Tak.
Tak.
Tak.
He stepped closer, and I saw his face, which emitted a murderous aura. He has jet-black hair, pale skin, rounded eyes, and red lips stretched for a sneer.
This man is someone whom others might mistake as a handsome vampire. But as for me, I have time to admire this devil.
For a prey like me, there was no reason to adore a beast that might kill me RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW.
‘Tak, tak, tak…’
He jolted closer, much closer than his footsteps made my heart pound inside my chest, like a hammer slamming on her ribcage.
‘Am I really going to get caught? Is this really the end for me?’
I saw a metal bat on the side and picked it up.
“D-Don’t come! Stay away!” I threatened and swung the bat left and right, right to left. “If you step closer… I will… ahhh!”
Clang!
It was too fast.
I didn’t know how he snatched the bat from me and threw it on the ground. When I opened my eyes, I could only see his skittish image.
“That’s not cute,” he murmured, wrapping his hand around my neck.
“Urk!”
He pinned me to the wall. I wriggled my hands to escape his grip and waggled my feet. But to no avail; it was futile.
“Uck!” I groaned in pain. “I… I c-can’t br… b-breathe.”
My ears throbbed in great pain, and my throat miffed as if soon, I’d vomit blood.
A feeling of swelling inside my tongue and light-headedness made my sight turn so blurry. Bit by bit, I was losing my strength.
‘This is it. I am going to die.’
"People plead when they need money. But when it is paying time, they tend to flee as if a monster is chasing them. Am I correct?" he whispered before I felt his hand loosen around my neck.
Second next, I fell on the ground while coughing so hard.
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”
While I was regaining my strength, he knelt. He touched my chin and lifted my head to meet his gaze.
‘His eyes looked at me as if soon he’d devour my entire being.’
I am scared.
Dad.
I am so scared.
“Were you trying to escape, baby girl?”
I swallowed my tears as I pursed my lips tightly.
“You think I would not know you bought a plane ticket in the underworld? That’s funny. I ruled the underground city.”
Clenching my fists, I looked into his eyes and detached my lips.
“I have no money. I HAVE NO MONEY TO PAY Y… HFF!”
He squeezed my cheek with his large hand and pulled me closer to his face.
His breath, which was brushing my skin, was warm. But my heart felt cold as I looked into his gray eyes.
“I don’t care if you don’t have money. Because I know a way how you can pay me back.”
After he dropped those words, I felt his eyes scanning me from head to toe.
He leaned closer, put his lips on my ear, and whispered.
“Use your body.”
Third Person’s POVBrett had spent the entire day cleaning his younger sister's room. Now that the whole Olive mystery was finally solved and he was free from its clutches, he felt a sense of relief. He neatly packed all of his sister's belongings into boxes and stored them in the cabinet. The only thing he left out was the picture frame of him and Olive.Exhausted from the day's cleaning, Brett lay down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling."Man, that was exhausting," he grumbled, pretending to wipe sweat off his forehead.As he turned his head, his gaze fell upon the picture frame on the table. Sitting up, he leaned against the headboard."So, is this really the end?" he pondered.He had brought justice to his family's tragedy and Ian Grim had been punished. He no longer needed to keep Agatha by his side since their slave contract had ended. Soon, Agatha would be going to Argentina.It felt like the climax had passed and a happy ending was on its way."A happy ending," Brett thou
Agatha’s POVIt's been a whole month since everything went down. Today, I hung out with my friend, Sebastian."Agatha," he said in a serious tone. "Are you really sure about your decision?""Hmmm?""That," he murmured."Ahhh," I nodded, understanding what he was referring to. "Yes, I'm pretty sure."I saw him nod his head before he kicked a small rock that was lying in the middle of the road."Hmmm," he whispered.I looked up and saw the inviting blue sky, urging me to have some more fun today."There are so many bad memories in this place," I said. "So it's better for me to leave."Exactly.Even though I'm gazing at this beautiful sky above me, the horrifying scenes keep replaying in my mind over and over again. Sleeping at night is the worst, as nightmares never fail to haunt me. It's hard to breathe and even harder to cry when my tears have run dry.The only solution I can think of is to go somewhere else.Will it help me forget my past?Maybe yes, maybe not. Who knows if I don’t t
Third Person’s POVIn the afternoon, Vincent made his way to the prison to visit his father. Without any visible emotion, he entered the visiting room and took a seat.He slowly raised his head and saw his father sitting across from him, his wrists bound by handcuffs. Between them stood a rectangular glass door with small holes in the center and a larger hole at the bottom, allowing for hand placement.His father, who had always carried an air of arrogance and elegance, now appeared weathered by the sun. Dark circles lingered beneath his eyes, and his lips were dry and cracked, as if he hadn't tasted water in days. It seemed as though he had aged rapidly.As Vincent gazed at his father in this state, he felt nothing. There was no emotional response to seeing the old man before him."I thought I would be left alone until the end," Ian remarked.Vincent kept his slanted eyes cast downward."But it seems you, out of all my sons, cared for your parent the most. If only I had known, I woul
Agatha’s POVAs I stared at the termination contract, the goal I had set for myself to escape slavery suddenly felt within reach.Brett explained, "This contract means you're free from working for me."I glanced at Brett, noticing his tired and puffy eyes. I wondered if he had been crying all night.The reason Brett had asked me to seduce Lanceil Grim was to uncover the truth behind his sister's death by investigating the Grim family.And now, the mystery was finally solved. Olive, Lanceil's former wife, had died after discovering a secret place beneath the mansion where she saw Mrs. Susan Grim, who was supposed to be dead. Ian Grim had killed his daughter-in-law to keep the truth hidden.The crumpled paper in my hands brought back memories of all the terrible things he had done. Not only did he hide his wife, but he also caused the deaths of hundreds of people on that plane, stole a corpse, killed Olive, my dad, and ultimately, murdered Mikhail.He was sentenced to death by the court
Third Person’s POVInside the ambulance, a sense of claustrophobia always lingers. The confined space is filled with activity, from the paramedics tending to Maxine's wound to the police officer urgently demanding that she survive.Despite the chaos around her, Maxine remains calm, feeling the chill of the ambulance seeping into her body. As time ticks by, the pain in her wound subsides, leaving her with goosebumps and a pallid complexion. Her eyes grow heavy, her breaths shallow, amidst the cacophony of urgent voices.“It is Code 3. Code 3!”A life threatening emergency code 3, her faint vital signs and sirens rang on her ears.‘Ahhhh, I am going to die,’ Maxine realized, and by the time she did, she could not stop the grin spread on her bloody lips.They say time is like a tissue. With every minute that passes before treatment, more body parts that should be pink will turn white or blue, and white or blue equals to dead. Maxine could feel that in any moment she can be at Code 4, the
Third Person’s POVA few days later, the trial against Mr. Ian Grim commenced. Surprisingly, Jake Dawson, despite his deep sorrow over the loss of his son, received a lifetime sentence. The trial concluded smoothly, but it was evident that Mikhail's demise was a result of Ian's deceitful plan. Jake, harboring no sympathy for his acquaintance, saw no reason to protect Ian's reputation. In fact, he desired a more severe punishment for him. Consequently, Jake bravely disclosed the truth in court, leaving Ian with little opportunity to refute the allegations.Nevertheless, Ian remained seated in the courtroom, delusionally believing that he still had a chance to escape his fate. With an unsettling lack of remorse etched on his face, he anxiously awaited his verdict, his wrists bound by handcuffs.The prosecutor declared, "I intend to summon Wayne Jetts as a witness, your Honor."Sebastian took his place on the witness stand and glanced at the spectators. Among them, he locked eyes with Ag
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