로그인I went back to Sebastian's apartment with feelings I couldn't explain. Throughout the ride, my mind kept spinning around Leon's secret room, the wooden post, the red rope still hanging there, and Leon's meaningful gaze when he asked."Do you want to do it again?"I didn't answer. I couldn't answer yet.But my body answered in its own way.In the taxi, in the passenger seat, I felt something strange between my thighs. Wet. Warm. Pulsing. My vagina twitched without me being able to control it. Every time I imagined Leon's hands on my body, every time I remembered Sebastian's rough voice in my ear, every time I imagined Adrian's gentle kisses on my lips, the twitching grew stronger.I wasn't a hypocrite. I missed being touched by a man so badly.It had been years since I was touched. Since I left them, no man had touched me. No one had kissed me. No one had held me. I just worked, took care of Ethan, slept, and repeated it all again. My body, which used to be touched by three men, was no
Monday morning, I stood in front of Leon's mansion for the first time in years. The building was still the same—grand, imposing, with towering white marble pillars and a sprawling garden that was always perfectly maintained.Nothing had changed. The fountain in the front yard still sprayed water three meters high. The shady trees were still neatly lined along the pathway. Even the scent of the flowers in the garden was still the same as before.But I was different. I was no longer the maid who bowed every time she passed through this door. I was no longer the contract wife trapped in a loveless marriage. I was Ana, Ethan's mother, the woman who had come to take care of her son's inheritance rights.Leon walked in front of me with firm steps. His black suit was neat, his tie gray, his shoes shiny. He didn't look back, didn't slow down, didn't ask if I was okay. But I knew he was aware that I was here. I could tell from the way his shoulders tensed, from the way he gripped the folder in
Two days later, everything changed.I got a job. Not just any job. It was the biggest nightclub in London—a place more glamorous than the nightclub in Manchester, with brighter lights, louder music, and more dangerous men. The pay was good. Three times what I earned in Manchester. I could support Ethan, I could rent my own apartment, and I wouldn't have to depend on Sebastian, Adrian, or Leon.I had already packed my suitcase.I had already decided.But when I came downstairs with my suitcase in hand, Ethan beside me, the three of them were already waiting in the living room. Leon stood near the window, hands in his pockets, his face unreadable. Adrian sat on the sofa, legs crossed, his eyes staring at me with an intensity that made me uncomfortable. Sebastian stood by the door, arms crossed over his chest, his jaw tight."Where are you going?" Sebastian asked."I got a job at a nightclub. I'm moving out.""A nightclub?" Adrian stood up. "You want to go back to that life? After everyt
I was still sitting at the kitchen table, staring at the warm glass of milk that was starting to get cold in my hands. Sebastian's words about Richard were still echoing in my head. I knew he was right. Richard would do anything to get rid of Ethan, and I couldn't protect Ethan alone. But accepting help from the three of them meant I had to go back to the past I hated.Sebastian was about to speak again when his phone rang. He answered it, listened for a moment, then replied in a professional voice."Yes, I hear you. Send the documents to my email. I'll review them later."I watched him from behind my glass of milk. His face was serious, his eyes focused, no smile on his lips. He was different when he talked business—firmer, colder.After the call ended, I smiled slightly."Who was that?""A business associate.""A woman?"Sebastian looked at me. "What?""Her voice was female. I heard it."Sebastian sighed. "Yes. A woman, but just a business associate."I sipped my milk. "You don't ha
I fell asleep after Sebastian brought me home. My body was still weak from the medication, my mind still a mess from everything that had happened—Leon, the nightclub, that man, the apology, the rejection. I wanted to rest. I wanted to forget everything.But my dream didn't give me peace.I dreamed about the secret room in Leon's mansion. Dark wooden walls, a wooden post in the center of the room, and the red rope that always hung there. I was tied to that post, my arms raised up, my legs spread wide, my body completely naked. Nothing covered me.The three of them came.Leon in front, his face cold like before, his eyes jet black without emotion. Adrian on the right, his smile no longer warm but cynical, mocking. Sebastian on the left, his fierce face even fiercer, his eyes full of inhuman lust."What are you doing? Let me go!"But they didn't listen. They took turns coming to me, touching me, entering me. I felt their hands on my body—rough, cold, without affection. I felt sharp pain
I stared at Leon with eyes still drowsy from the medication. The hospital felt cold, the smell of antiseptic stung my nose, and outside the window, the London sky was starting to darken. But in front of me, Leon sat with a tired face, red eyes, disheveled hair."Let's fix everything. For Ethan," he said.I was silent."For Ethan," he repeated.I took a long breath. My chest felt tight, like something was trapped there. I shook my head."No, Leon."Leon froze."What?""I don't want to. Not after everything I've been through with you.""Ana...""You heard me. I don't want to. I turned down Adrian and Sebastian, let alone you."Leon was silent. I saw his jaw harden. He clenched his fists on his lap, his knuckles turning white."What do I have to do? What do I have to do for you to give me a chance?"I looked at him. I saw the man in front of me—the man I used to love, the man who used to hurt me, the man who was now begging with wet eyes. I saw all the wounds he had left, all the pain he
Author's PovLeon stood in the middle of the mansion's living room."NO ONE KNOWS?" he shouted.The servants stood in a line in front of him. Their heads were down. Some of them were trembling. No one dared to speak.Leon paced back and forth in front of them. He had taken off his suit jacket. His
The taxi stopped in front of the mansion's gate. I paid with money from Adrian's transfer because Leon never gave me any money. I got out with heavy steps. My head was still spinning. My cheek still stung from Irene's slap. My arm still hurt from her scratch marks.I entered through the front door.
The next day, I decided to go to Sebastian's office. Not because he invited me, but because I needed to get out of the mansion. I needed to get away from Clara, who was pregnant and emotionally unstable.I took a taxi and didn't tell anyone. Leon was in his room, probably still sleeping.Sebastian'
"Let's go to the room. You need to rest," I said.He nodded, but his body swayed when he tried to walk. I had to hold his waist to keep him from falling. His heavy arm wrapped around my shoulder. The smell of alcohol grew stronger, a mix of whiskey, vodka, and something bitter I couldn't recognize.







