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Between Two

Author: Sage_Ryuuzen
last update publish date: 2026-04-02 00:39:05

The word Madam felt heavy, like a title I had stolen and didn't know how to carry. It sounded strange to my ears—a sharp contrast to the murderer and trash I was called back at August’s manor.

I stood on the gravel driveway of the Old Harrington Manor, staring at the middle-aged man who had greeted me. I half-expected him to realize his mistake and kick me out onto the street the moment our eyes met.

​Instead, he dipped his head in a respectful arc.

​"I am the Old Master’s personal butler. You
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  • The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late   A Visit Home

    Ever since the we returned to August’s estate, the atmosphere in the house had shifted. It was a subtle, chilling kind of change. The air was no longer overt malice of Martha’s taunts. Instead, it was filled with terrified silence.​Martha no longer looked me in the eye. When she spoke to me, her voice was low, filtered through a layer of forced respect that sounded like gravel grinding together. She bowed her head when I passed, her hands trembling slightly against her apron. It was the behavior of a dog that had seen its pack members mauled and knew the alpha was watching.​Later, Luba told me how Fanel had carried out August’s orders in the cellar. She described the screams that had bled through the floorboards and the way Sarah and Elena had been dragged out, broken and sobbing, forced to return to their knees to scrub the floors where they had once mocked my pain.​Even the bodyguards, men who had previously treated me like a nuisance or a piece of furniture, began to step aside

  • The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late   Possession

    ​As soon as the ordeal ended, I retreated. I didn't wait for permission. I dragged myself back to the Master Suite, my breath hitching as I finally closed the door behind me. I thought I was safe. I thought the walls would finally hold the world back. ​I was wrong. ​The door slammed open minutes later. August walked in, his jacket off, his sleeves rolled up, and his face twisted into something primal and terrifying. ​"You think you’re clever, don't you?" he hissed, stalking toward me. ​I backed away. "August, I didn't do anything. I didn't ask Grandpa to stay—" ​"Don't lie to me!" he roared, grabbing me by the shoulders and shoving me back against the bedpost. "You played the victim perfectly. You sat there with your pathetic, trembling smiles, making my mother look like a villain and me look like a monster. Is that the plan? Win over the old man so you can have a permanent seat at the table?" ​"No! August, please, you're hurting me..." ​"I haven't even started hurtin

  • The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late   Bitter Welcome

    I followed Uncle Hui up the grand staircase. Every step was a battle of will. I could feel August’s gaze on my back slicing through my dress. He was waiting for the Old Master to look away so he could strike.​"Madam, Young Master, the room is ready," Uncle Hui said, bowing as we reached the East Side. "You can move there now. I’ll have someone bring your things shortly."​"Thank you, Uncle Hui," I whispered, my voice sounding small in the vast hallway.​I turned to look at August, hoping for a sliver of direction, but he didn't even acknowledge I was standing there. He turned his back on me. He stood by the railing, staring down into the foyer where Grandpa was still pacing, his cane hitting the floor with an angry thok-thok-thok.​"You’ve done enough for one day," August muttered, though it wasn't clear if he was talking to me or the walls.​I followed Uncle Hui to the doors of the Master Suite. Behind me, I could hear Grandpa’s voice rising again from downstairs, a muffled roar o

  • The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late   Between Two

    The word Madam felt heavy, like a title I had stolen and didn't know how to carry. It sounded strange to my ears—a sharp contrast to the murderer and trash I was called back at August’s manor. I stood on the gravel driveway of the Old Harrington Manor, staring at the middle-aged man who had greeted me. I half-expected him to realize his mistake and kick me out onto the street the moment our eyes met.​Instead, he dipped his head in a respectful arc.​"I am the Old Master’s personal butler. You can call me Uncle Hui," he said. He didn't look at me with the cold disdain of August’s staff. He gave me a smile. A real, gentle smile that reached his eyes.​I was so startled by the lack of malice that I felt my defensive walls waver. I managed to return the gesture, though my lips felt stiff from days of forced stoicism. "Thank you, Uncle Hui... for receiving me."​"It is my honor, Madam. Please, follow me."​I walked behind him, my right leg dragging slightly despite my best efforts to mas

  • The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late   A Beautiful Lie

    ​I don’t know when the exhaustion finally pulled me under. I just remember the air in the garden and the sound of the lake. I didn't move. I didn't go back to the house. I just fell asleep right where I was sitting, my body finally giving up on the pain.When I finally woke, the world was trapped in that eerie, gray half-light just before dawn, but the bodyguards were still there, standing like shadows at the edge of my vision.​"How long are you planning to sleep here?" one of them said. His voice was rude, cutting through my groggy mind like a serrated blade.​I avoided his gaze. I didn't have the strength to argue or the dignity to care. I forced myself to stand. ​"Sorry for the delay," I whispered. I kept my head down as I walked back to the mansion, my footsteps uneven on the gravel.​August didn’t come back that night.​No one came to check if I had drowned in my own despair. No one brought a tray of food or a glass of water. I lay in the dark, the hunger in my stomach a dull r

  • The Billionaire's Obsession Came Too Late   Bleeding Petals

    Martha finally stepped back, her chest heaving with the exertion of her work. She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of a hand that had just spent an hour inflicting pain.​"I’m tired of beating them," she muttered, her voice thick with a sickening sense of accomplishment. She looked down at us—two broken women on a floor with the boredom of someone who had just finished a tedious chore."Give her the dresses we prepared," she ordered, gesturing to the girls standing by the racks.​I didn't look at the dresses. I couldn't. My world had shrunk to the space of a few inches where Luba lay.​I crawled toward her, my knees barking in protest as they dragged across the grit on the floor. My hands shook so violently I had to tuck them into my lap for a moment just to find the strength to reach out. When I finally touched her, I felt the heat radiating off her skin. Her face was swollen to the size of a fist, and her palms... they were shredded by the wooden ruler until th

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