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I tried to avoid Mr. Leon and his guests. I worked harder than usual. I cleaned every corner of the mansion, washed Clara's clothes until they smelled fresh, and even swept parts of the yard I had never touched before. I hoped that if I worked hard enough, everything would go back to normal. But the following night, my phone rang from an unknown number. I almost didn't answer it, but a bad feeling made me press the green button. "Hello, is this Ana Lancaster?" a middle-aged woman asked from the other end. "Yes, this is Ana. What's wrong?" "My name is Julia. I'm calling from the hospital where your mother used to receive treatment. Sorry to bother you, but there's an unresolved administrative issue. It turns out your mother's medical debt from three years ago still has an unpaid balance, and since she has passed away, the responsibility has been transferred to her closest family member, which is her daughter." "How much?" "Fourteen thousand euros. With interest, it has become eighteen thousand. We've tried contacting you through letters sent to your old address, but we never received a response. If the debt isn't paid within one month, we will proceed with legal action." Eighteen thousand euros. With a salary of three hundred euros a month, I would have to work for five years without eating or spending money on anything just to pay it off. Impossible. I walked into the spacious living room. Mr. Leon sat on the main sofa with a cup of coffee in his hand. Mr. Adrian and Mr. Sebastian were there too, sitting on the sofa beside him. They smiled when they saw me. "There's something I need to tell you," Mr. Leon said as he set his cup down. "Your work contract will end next month. Clara will be studying abroad, so you won't be needed here anymore." I froze in shock. "But I heard you have some debt problems," he continued. I was even more shocked that Mr. Leon knew about my debt. Mr. Adrian stood up and walked toward me. His hand stroked my hair again like he was petting an animal. "Before you, there were three girls who worked in this mansion. They were all scared at first, but now they live much better lives. Houses, cars, their children's education. All from one night's decision." His hand pressed against my shoulder, making me too nervous to move. I stood there silently. Mr. Adrian's hand still rested on my shoulder, not hard, but heavy enough to keep me from going anywhere. "I'm not like them," I said. Mr. Sebastian chuckled softly from behind the sofa. "Every girl says that, Ana. 'I'm not like the others.' But in the end, all humans are the same. Everyone has needs, and everyone reaches a point where they'll sacrifice their pride just to survive." Mr. Leon still hadn't spoken. He sat calmly on the main sofa with one leg crossed over the other, a cup of coffee in his hand, his dark eyes fixed on me. His silence was more frightening than Mr. Adrian's or Mr. Sebastian's words because I had no idea what was going on inside his head. "You can sit down," Mr. Leon said. I sat in the small chair across from them. A guest chair I had never sat in before. It felt uncomfortable even though the cushion was soft. I felt like a stranger in the house I had lived in for two years. "Tell us about your debt," Mr. Leon said. I hesitated, but what else could I hide? They already knew. Maybe they had known even before I received that phone call. Maybe they had arranged all of this themselves, but I had no proof, and even if I did, there was nothing I could do. "My mother got sick three years ago. Leukemia. The hospital said the total treatment cost was around sixty thousand euros. Insurance only covered part of it. We borrowed money from everywhere we could. After my mother died, I thought all the debt had been paid off because I sold our small house and everything inside it, but apparently one hospital bill was missed, and the interest kept growing," I explained. "And next month, your work contract ends. After that, you'll have no place to stay, no income, and your debt will still exist. The court will seize whatever you own, and you own almost nothing. Do you know what happens next? You could go to prison for failing to pay your debt," Mr. Leon said. I fought back my tears with all my strength. Mr. Adrian walked toward the small table in the corner of the room. He opened a drawer and took out a thick brown envelope, then walked back toward me and placed it on my lap. "What's this?" I asked. "Just open it." My hands trembled as I opened the envelope. Inside was a thick stack of euro bills in large denominations. I didn't count them, but from the thickness alone, it was probably around five or six thousand euros. "This is only part of it. If you agree, we'll pay the rest of your debt directly to the hospital," Mr. Adrian said. I stared at the money. I had never held that much money in my entire life. I could imagine how many years I would have to work just to earn that amount. "What do I have to do?" I asked because there were no other choices left. Mr. Sebastian walked closer, and now all three of them stood around me. "You're an adult, Miss Lancaster. You know exactly what we're asking for," Mr. Sebastian said while touching my chin and lifting my face so I would look at him. "You just need to take care of us." I looked away from him. My eyes landed on Mr. Leon, who still sat calmly on the sofa as if he were merely a spectator in this entire performance. "What if I refuse?" I whispered. Mr. Leon finally moved. He placed his coffee cup down, stood up, and walked toward me. The scent of his expensive cologne filled my nose. He stopped right in front of me, only inches away from my face. "If you refuse, we'll take this envelope back. Your contract will still end next month. You'll leave this mansion without savings, without a place to stay, and with eighteen thousand euros of debt on your shoulders. The court will come after you. You could end up in prison, and in prison, Ana..." Mr. Leon leaned closer. His lips nearly brushed against my ear. "There are no good people there. Trust me." I was scared. "But if you accept, you won't just be debt-free. You'll continue living here. You'll receive a monthly allowance, much more than three hundred euros, far more. You'll eat the same food we do. You'll sleep in a better and more luxurious room," Mr. Leon said. He stepped back and looked directly into my eyes. "This isn't an offer that harms you. It's a way out, and the only way out." I closed my eyes. Tears finally fell, sliding down my cheeks. I didn't wipe them away. There was no point in hiding my weakness anymore because they had already seen everything. "Alright. I'll accept the offer," I said. Mr. Leon smiled. "A wise decision." Mr. Adrian patted my shoulder. "You won't regret it, sweetheart." "There's one more condition," Mr. Leon said. "What?" I asked. He stepped closer and whispered, "Clara must never know." I nodded. Mr. Leon stared at me for a long moment. "Starting tonight, you'll sleep in my room." "Welcome to your new life, Miss Lancaster," Mr. Sebastian said. A few moments later, the atmosphere in the living room changed after Adrian and Sebastian finally left. I still sat stiffly in the small chair, clutching the brown envelope tightly on my lap. Mr. Leon stood near the window with one hand in his pocket before finally speaking. "Adrian and Sebastian have wanted you for a long time." My fingers tightened around the envelope. I slowly looked up at him. "What?" Mr. Leon turned toward me. His black eyes looked calm, but there was something cold hidden beneath them. "They noticed you long before that day at the pool. The way you quietly walked through this mansion. The way you always lowered your head whenever they visited. Men like them enjoy girls who look fragile." A shiver ran down my spine. "But you're a servant in this mansion, and I don't like sharing what's mine carelessly." Mr. Leon walked closer until he stood directly in front of me, then crouched slightly so his face was level with mine. "So I'm going to give you a different offer." I swallowed nervously. "What kind of offer?" "You have to marry me." I stared at him in shock. "It's only on paper," he said calmly. "A secret marriage. Adrian and Sebastian must never know. My father gave me a condition. I have to remarry if I want him to hand over the entire family fortune to me. So I chose you as my wife, and we'll have an open marriage." "But what about Mr. Sebastian and Mr. Adrian?" I asked. Mr. Leon's thumb slowly brushed against my cheek. "You can still spend time with them if you want. You can entertain them, accept their gifts, even be with them, but legally, you'll still be my secret wife," Mr. Leon said.Author's Pov.In London, a thin drizzle wet the windows of Leon Harrington's study.The desk lamp glowed dimly, lighting a stack of documents that had gone untouched since morning.Leon sat in his expensive leather chair, fingers laced in front of his mouth, empty gaze fixed on an old photo in the corner of the desk. The photo showed little Clara smiling beside him, a nine-year-old girl with missing teeth and always messy curly hair.It had been more than a month with no news.Leon had tried every way. He contacted the British embassy in Rome. He hired two private agents who supposedly specialized in tracking missing people in Southern Europe.He even asked for help from an old acquaintance at Interpol, though unofficially. Everything ended with the same answer: no trace. Clara Harrington seemed to have vanished after arriving in Italy.The study door opened slowly. Ana entered carrying a small tray with a cup of black coffee and a plate of biscuits her husband would not touch. The wo
One month passed just like that.I no longer counted the days. In this grand Voss mansion, time seemed to stop.Every morning the servants woke me, bathed me, then prepared loose clothes because my body had already changed.Every noon and night the dining table was full of rich dishes, creamy pasta, fatty roasted meat, cheese, bread, cakes, ice cream.I was ordered to eat. Not just eat, but finish everything. Lucien, Damien, and Tristan always made sure my plate was empty before they allowed me to stand.I had gotten fat.When I first arrived, I already looked chubby. The stress in London made me turn to food, chocolate, chips, midnight pizza.My waist was no longer slim, my thighs already rubbed against each other, my stomach already slightly sticking out. I used to often insult Ana.Now, after one month of being forced to eat nonstop, I was almost as fat as Ana.My breasts had grown bigger, my ass had widened, my stomach already clearly sagged over my underwear. The upper parts of m
I finished breakfast calmly. The eggs, toast, and a glass of fresh orange juice tasted far better than anything I had ever eaten at Leon's house in London. When Lucien nodded, I stood up. The phone I had pushed back onto the table earlier was still lying there.I picked it up.Without saying anything, I walked to the large window overlooking the mansion's back garden.I opened the window, then with a quick motion threw the phone outside. A cracking sound was heard as the device hit the stones below. Then I asked the servant to bring me a lighter and a little kerosene.On the small balcony outside the room, I poured the oil over the remains of the already smashed phone, then lit it. Orange flames rose, burning the metal and plastic until only black ash remained.I stood there for a while, watching the fire slowly die out.Inside my head, Leon Harrington's face appeared clearly, the man who used to spoil me, who bought me everything I wanted, dolls, clothes, vacations to Paris, even unl
The sun was already high when I woke up.My body ached everywhere. My wrists were still red from the rope marks, my inner thighs covered in small bruises, and between my legs felt wet and sore. But strangely, I was smiling.The bedroom door opened slowly. A maid in her forties entered carrying a tray and a thick towel. She didn't say much, just helped me up from the messy bed."You're told to bathe and get ready. Breakfast is waiting."I obeyed. In the spacious bathroom, the maid bathed me carefully. Warm water flowed over my body, covered in bite marks and fingerprints. She washed my hair, gently rubbed the sore spots, then dried me with a soft towel. After that, she dressed me in clothes that had been prepared, a long white dress made of thin silk, simple in cut but expensive, with black lace underwear beneath. My hair was left damp and loose.When I entered the dining room, the three Voss brothers were already seated. Elias was not there. Lucien at the head of the table, Damien on
They're not done yet.Lucien laughed low seeing my body still convulsing on the bed."That was just the warmup, Clara. You think we're satisfied already?"Damien pulled my legs wide apart, staring at my wet hole that was still dripping Tristan's and Lucien's cum."Look at this. This fucking hole is still twitching. Hungry again."Tristan was already stroking his cock that had hardened again beside my head."Open your mouth, whore. Drink our cum again."I moaned. My breath was still ragged, but my body had started reacting differently. The heat between my legs was no longer just fear. There was a wicked hunger that made the walls inside me clench, begging to be filled again.I'm a sex addict. I've always known that. That night in Nice wasn't an accident. I enjoyed the strange cocks that wrecked me. And now these three thick cocks belonging to the Voss brothers were driving me insane."Ahh… keep going," I whispered softly, voice hoarse. "Fuck me harder."Lucien raised an eyebrow, his sm
The clock on the wall showed a quarter past eight. The sunlight had completely disappeared behind the thick curtains. I was still sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing the black silk nightgown they had provided. The fabric was thin, almost transparent under the dim lamplight, clinging to my skin still damp from the second shower I had taken. I hadn't touched the food. My stomach felt nauseous.When the lock clicked, I immediately tensed up.The door opened. Lucien entered first, followed by Damien and Tristan. Elias wasn't with them. The three brothers had changed clothes—loose black shirts, sleeves rolled up to their elbows, revealing muscular arms and some dark tattoos on Tristan's arm. They looked more relaxed, but their gazes were just as sharp.Lucien tossed something onto my lap. My phone."Call your father. Tell him you found what you were looking for in Italy. Tell him not to worry. Tell him you're fine and will be staying for a while."I stared at the screen, already lit up
Ana's Pov.I sat on one of the wooden pews in this church. My hands tightly gripped the edge of my dress until the fabric wrinkled. My boyfriend, Max, stood there in his neat black suit. Beside him was Sasha, my best friend since the first day I arrived in this city two years ago. Sasha's stomach wa
I fell silent.Marriage. I'd never imagined getting married, especially not to a man as rich and as mysterious as Mr. Leon. I was just a plain, fat girl who spent her life cleaning up other people's dirt."Why me?" I asked.Mr. Leon was still crouching in front of me, his eyes staring at me without
I stopped walking.My body turned stiff like a statue. Mr. Leon's words pierced me from behind, sharp and cold, like the edge of a knife pressed against my neck."Who taught you to be so rude?"I didn't dare turn around. My eyes burned. Tears gathered at the corners, but I held them back with all m
His possession.I wasn't an object, and I didn't belong to anyone.Mr. Leon slowly released his arm from around my waist, then walked back to the billiard table, picked up the cue he had set down earlier, and continued the game as if nothing had happened.As if he hadn't just saved my life, and as







