Knight's face was filled with fury as they finally entered his mansion. The innocent Eleanor followed behind him.
The young woman was still in awe as she looked around the man's large and expensive house, but it was noticeable that there was no one inside. "Fuck!" Knight shouted into the air, startling Eleanor. He's actually mad, thinking a beautiful and innocent girl is being sold at an illegal auction, not just sold, but sold as a sex slave. "Fuck!" He repeated, then glanced at Eleanor with narrowed eyes. The man scrutinized her for three seconds, looking from head to toe before cursing again, "Shit!" He even held his forehead. 'This innocent girl doesn't deserve this.' He took large steps to approach where Eleanor was standing, now trembling in fear at Knight's actions. "Did they kidnap you? Did they threaten you?" The man asked anxiously, placing both hands on the young woman's shoulders. "N—no, sir," Eleanor replied, trembling. "Fuck!" Knight stepped back and held his forehead again. He withdrew all the pity he felt for the woman and replaced it with anger. 'How could she sell herself?' "So you just fucking stand on that stage wearing that bitchy dress to catch everyone's attention?" He shouted. Eleanor couldn't answer immediately, tears welling up in her eyes from fear. "Did you make a deal with Don Constantino?" Knight asked again. Staring intently at Eleanor, who was now bowing her head. The tension escalated further when the young woman nodded in response, "Fuck!" This time, Knight punched the wall hard, causing his fist to bleed. From an innocent girl, Knight thinks she's really an evil bitch — who sold herself for what? Money? "You bitch!" He pointed at the sobbing young woman, "I wasted a billion just for a fucking bitch!" Yes! He bought her, thinking the girl was threatened or kidnapped and needed help. He thinks he freed her but now, he realized he wasted a billion for a slut. In extreme anger, he approached her again. He grabbed her back to press the crying woman's body against his. "You better pay off the billion I wasted for you," he whispered in her ears. "Undress!" he ordered, causing the young woman to gape. Knight stepped back, waiting for Eleanor's show. At this moment, tears flowed continuously from the woman's eyes. "Why the fuck are you crying? I said undress!" He shouted with authority. "Remember the rule, you bitch! Disobey, you will die. Escape, you will die," the man said sternly with each word. The young woman remembered what Don Constantino had said before he completely handed her over to Knight. 'Never disobey your owner—because he will kill you, even your family.' Eleanor's only hold was the Don's promise to cover all the expenses for her sibling's medical treatment. Eleanor couldn't do anything, she closed her eyes and slowly lowered the strap of her gown. "Faster!" He shouted again. The shout echoed throughout the mansion. Out of extreme fear, Eleanor moved quickly, when the strap of the gown fell from her shoulder, her hand immediately groped for the zipper at the back of her dress. When she finally opened it, her black gown fell to the floor. Leaving just her black underwear—a hot sexy body. Knight was stunned by Eleanor's figure. Her entire body was so captivating, her large and healthy breasts were supported by her thin and black bra. Knight's anger was fueled by desire, which slowly enveloped his system. His gaze went down to her waist, which was curved, down to her black and thin panty. "Shit!" Knight cursed, unable to control himself and immediately approached and kissed Eleanor hotly. He thinks that Eleanor's body deserves to be molested and treated it like a sold object he owned. His lips were full of lust and pressed hard, but Eleanor didn't respond. Knight stopped for a moment and looked at the woman again. 'She's fucking gorgeous!' The young man thought. He kissed her again, remaining passionate. His hands constantly touched different parts of Eleanor's body. Who was still sobbing and trembling. Knight didn't care. He didn't care anymore. He allowed himself to be poisoned by the worldly libido that now enveloped his system. Knight searched for the lock of Eleanor's bra in the middle of the kiss. After a few seconds, he found it and immediately removed it. He stopped, and Eleanor's attractive and perfectly round chest was revealed to his critical eyes. He felt the excitement is running through his body. He carried the naked body of the sobbing Eleanor on his shoulder. He immediately went up to the master's bedroom, and threw the frightened body of the young woman on his soft white bed. "S—sir, please don't." Eleanor finally had a voice but it was weak and full of fear. From her feet, the man crawled to the top of her body. His gaze was fixed on her while slowly removing his necktie. "You want me to stop?" He asked calmly, now removing the buttons of his polo one by one. "I already paid for you." He said again before kissing Eleanor violently again. He felt the young woman struggling. 'She sold herself as a sex-slave but now she's begging me to stop?' Knight thought. But Knight was strong, he held the young woman's hands tightly while continuing to kiss her, on the lips, on the neck, on the ear, and even on her breast. Knight stopped for a moment and released the struggling young woman, "What do you want? Do you want to die? Or let me ride on your top?" The young woman couldn't answer. Her tears continued to flow. She felt full of fear. Knight smiled demonically when Eleanor's fighting body calmed down. 'Shit! she's heaven!'. Knight completely took off his polo. He also lowered his pants. It's so hot,—he's feeling a different sensation. Eleanor is different from the women he has touched. The charm she brings, every part of her sensitive body adds to the fire enveloping his manhood. They are both left with just their underwear and Knight is on top of Eleanor again, his finger playing with the thin strap of her remaining underwear. "You're really worth a billion, Eleanor. " he said, then he violently pulled down the young woman's panties using only his finger.With no destination in mind, Eleanor ran aimlessly, her only desire to distance herself from Knight, to escape the pain that gnawed at her heart. Tears streamed down her face, her body trembling with a sorrow she couldn't comprehend. Why is this happening? I should be happy. Everything should be okay now. He's finally given me back my freedom, my life, everything that was taken from me, I should be celebrating, and living a life that I always wanted. There is no more Knight. He can do anything without having me involve. But why does it hurt so much? Why does my decision feel so agonizing? Even though I know it's the right thing to do, the necessary thing, for my own good, for his and his future wife's sake. Because I was so stupid, and fall in love with him, knowing there's nothing that can work out. Starting from our life, I do not have an excuse for me to fall in love with someone like Knight. I don't have anything for this to work Since I met him, my life has turned into a mes
A wave of disappointment washed over Knight, his features etched with dejection. To confess his feelings and be rejected was a blow he hadn't anticipated. He felt as though the heavens had crashed down upon him, crushing his very being. Lost in his disappointment, he stumbled out of Eleanor's room, retracing his steps to his own chamber. His breath came in ragged gasps, and he rubbed his face roughly, as if trying to erase the sting of rejection. "Fuck!" he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with self-reproach. He couldn't help but question his own worth. He possessed a vast fortune, undeniable charisma, and immense power. Yet, he had been turned down by a mere provincial girl. "I think it's because I made her life a living hell," he realized, running a hand through his hair. He inhaled deeply, forcing himself to regain his composure. Fine! If she wants freedom, I'll give it to her. But I'm not letting her out of my sight. Especially with Heyla still at large, he vowed sil
"Let's talk," Knight said, his voice gentle as he approached Eleanor. She steeled herself, drawing a shaky breath before turning to face him. "W-what do you want to talk about?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Knight sat beside her, taking her hand in his. Eleanor's heart pounded against her ribs, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down her spine. What is this I'm feeling? she wondered, confusion swirling within her. "Eleanor," he began, his voice thick with emotion. He lowered his head, as if searching for the right words. He wasn't sure how to begin. A torrent of emotions swirled within him, a mixture of regret, remorse, and a desperate desire to make amends. He inhaled deeply, "I-I was an idiot," the words tumbling out, raw and honest. "I-I never asked you anything first, before reacting. I was so dumb." He bowed his head slightly, his usual air of authority replaced by a vulnerability that tugged at Eleanor's heart. He looked like a child, crushed by the
"Is the case Niro is encouraging Eleanor to file also part of what is troubling you, Knight?" Glythe pressed, her eyes narrowed. "Case?" Knight frowned, rising to his feet. "He handed this to Eleanor," Glythe said, brandishing the USB. "Maybe it's evidence. So tell me, what case, Knight? Are you involved?" She raised an eyebrow, awaiting his response. She told Eleanor she was just going to borrow the USB and thankfully, Eleanor did not resist on her actions. Knight strode towards Glythe, snatching the USB from her grasp. He returned swiftly to his desk, plugging the drive into his laptop and opening the file. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, his voice raw with fury as the contents of the file appeared on the screen. CCTV footage. A man, walking cautiously while carefully holding Eleanor, she appeared unconscious. The man tried to pass her by, however he looked like he was walking her on a normal situation. He glances around nervously before ushering Eleanor into an elevator. After a t
"So, you're here too," a voice spoke, pulling Eleanor from her swirling thoughts. It was Niro, settling into the seat opposite her, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her heart flutter. "N-Niro," she stammered, her voice barely audible in her surprise. Why is he here? I didn't call him; I didn't tell him I'd meet him. The man offered a fleeting smile, "Just passing by," he replied, his tone casual before turning serious again. "You're with Knight?" he asked, his gaze searching hers. "N-no..." she replied, glancing away, a knot of confusion tightening in her stomach. She couldn't understand the conflicting emotions churning within her, the uneasy feeling Niro's presence evoked. Niro inhaled deeply, reaching across the table to take her hand in his. A jolt shot through Eleanor, her heart hammering against her ribs. A strange, electric current coursed through her, the warmth of Niro's palm sending shivers down her spine. "Let me save you from that man; I kno
"I know you're not just a maid; tell me, what's your relationship with Knight?" Glythe's words shattered the silence, each syllable a shard of ice piercing Eleanor's fragile composure. A cold dread washed over Eleanor, her skin slick with a nervous sweat. Glythe's simple question felt like an interrogation, pinning her beneath its weight. "The way Knight looks at you… I know you're more than just a maid, Eleanor. Tell me! Are you his… girl?" Glythe pressed, her gaze unwavering. Eleanor swallowed hard, her throat constricting with mounting anxiety. She had barely begun to unravel the truth about Heyla, only to find herself ensnared in a new web of uncertainty. What if she is Knight's fiancée? Why is my situation so impossibly complicated? Why am I trapped in this labyrinth of secrets and lies? "Tell me," Glythe repeated, her voice laced with impatience, when Eleanor remained silent. Words failed her. What could she say? If Glythe was, in fact, Knight's fiancée, Eleanor feare