Slave of Desires

It 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.

Brett Holmes bought me as his slave for $5 million. As a slave, I thought I had to stay in a room and live a hellish life under the hands of the crazy man who bought me. But I was brought into a huge, pretty mansion with multiple rooms and polite maids. I bathed in a bathtub with roses, and the maid gave me decent clothes. I ate steak for dinner, and while waiting for my master, I watched movies on Netflix. ‘Is this how slaves live?’ It made me feel like I came back to the past when I was pampered as the daughter of a rich man. ‘No. Don’t expect too much. That guy only looks decent on the outside. But he’s twisted.’Waiting inside a room, I looked outside the window. There are guards everywhere, so escaping isn’t a choice. If I call the police and tell them I was kidnapped and sold illegally, the loan shark boss will kill me, right?As I tried to keep my sanity checked while waiting, I noticed that the only people living there were the owner, the maids, and the guards. ‘Is h

Agatha’s POVIt’s been two weeks since I signed the contract with Brett. During those two weeks, Brett told me everything I needed about Lanceil Grim. He taught me Lanceil’s ideal type, favorite food, hobbies, and weaknesses. I know that Brett was telling me all of those so that I could do well with my mission. However, it made me so annoyed that after he checked my virginity with his f*cking hand, he pretended nothing happened.‘What a bastard.’ Even so, there was a huge change in my body after I experienced my first cum. Honestly, it was thrilling, and felt like my body was flowing. ‘I am crazy. I shouldn’t think about that anymore!’ I shook my head and tried to focus on what was before me. And in front of me, there was a door. Yes. A door. It was then I remembered that I was standing in front of Mr. Lanceil’s condominium. Today, I am going to meet my target. He is the only way for me to escape from the slave contract.‘Focus Agatha. Remember the reason why you came here.’ I

Agatha pulled Adam inside the narrowed alleyway. The space was so small, and it could only occupy two people simultaneously. Blinking swiftly, Adam looked at the woman in front of him. She was stunning. Black long hair, pale white skin, round eyes with long lashes, and red lips. No wonder why a billionaire like Brett chose Agatha as his slave. ‘Did he have fun with this lady? How much did he go?’ Adam wondered. His eyes traced her body. Her luscious lips. Her deep collarbone. Her white neck. Her slender shoulder. When his eyes went more down, he saw her bust. He didn’t notice it when they met for the first time, but now, Adam could tell that she had a good body. A body that can make a man kneel on her feet. Adam felt his blood boil. He slept with many women before, but hiding in a narrow alleyway felt so sexy to Adam. Maybe because he loves the rush of adrenaline. He slowly moved his waist backward to avoid letting Agatha know he was getting a b*ner. Adam took

Third Person’s POV Lanceil went home feeling tired. He would go straight to his bed and nap before showering. But when he went inside his condominium, he forgot the fatigue. The shock made him feel so alive as he stared at his maid and brother lying on the sofa. “What the hell is this?” Lanceil asked. Agatha and Vincent looked back at him in unison. Agatha’s wet eyes widened while Vincent remained nonchalant. “S-Sir!” Agatha gasped. He pushed Vincent away, and the two of them stood up. Agatha wiped her eyes and stared at the stunned Lanceil. ‘I have to seduce Lanceil, but he caught me lying on the sofa with his brother. Great! I will look like a bitch!’ Agatha complained inwardly. “Oh, brother. You are here,” Vincent greeted casually. Agatha could not believe how he could play it cool when she was trembling in anxiousness. Lanceil finally closed his mouth. He looked alternately at the two before his voice returned. “What did you do to my maid?” Fortunately, it se