LOGINTwo days passed.
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.Sebastian was still inside Ana, his hip movements slow but deep, making Ana let out a long moan on the bed. Leon sat in the armchair near the window, his robe slightly open, sharp eyes taking in every detail. His breathing was faster than usual, but he did not look away.“Don’t you want to join, Leon?” Sebastian asked again, his voice hoarse with lust. He thrust deeper, making Ana cry out softly.“Ahh… Sebastian!”Leon was silent for a few seconds. His heart pounded hard in a chest that was no longer as strong as before. He watched the wife he loved lying naked beneath his best friend, legs spread wide, body rolling with every thrust from Sebastian. Jealousy, pain, and a strange arousal mixed into one.“I… can’t do it like before,” Leon said quietly, his voice hoarse. “My heart…”Sebastian smiled faintly. He pulled out almost his entire thick, long cock, then drove back in with one hard thrust until Ana yelped.“AAHH!”“You don’t need to move much,” Sebastian whispered while looking a
The next day.Ana slowly opened her eyes. Her head still felt heavy, her eyes swollen from crying all night. Beside her, Leon was already sitting on the edge of the bed in a bathrobe, looking out the window with an expression that was hard to read.Ana sat up slowly. “Leon?”Leon turned. His smile was thin, tired, but not cold.“Get up. We have to talk to Sebastian today. Before everything becomes more complicated.”Ana nodded. She still felt as if she were trapped in a nightmare that hadn’t ended. The night before, Leon had learned everything, hadn’t gotten angry, and had instead offered a solution that left her even more confused and afraid.They prepared in silence. Ana took a long shower, scrubbing her body as if she could erase the traces of Sebastian that still lingered inside her. When she came out, Leon was already waiting in the suite’s living room, phone in hand.“I’ve already sent him a message. He’ll be here in thirty minutes,” Leon said.Ana sat on the sofa, her hands tre
Ana was stunned.She lay stiff beside her husband, her body still damp from the cold shower, Sebastian’s scent still faintly on her skin even though she had scrubbed it thoroughly. Her heart was beating so hard she was afraid Leon could hear it.“How was it? Did it feel good having sex with Sebastian?”Leon’s voice was flat—not angry, not raised. Just flat, as if he were asking about the weather.Ana opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her tongue felt numb. She could only stare at the ceiling, tears already welling in the corners of her eyes.Leon let out a slow breath. He turned on the bedside lamp; the soft yellow light illuminated his pale, wrinkled face.“Did you think I didn’t know? You forgot, Ana. I have many eyes. In this hotel, in every corridor, in every corner. Even in that olive grove. I knew from the first night you went to suite 304. I knew you screamed his name. I knew you said his cock was bigger and deeper than mine.”Ana covered her face with both hands.“Leon…
Ana walked back toward the garden with still unsteady steps. Her skirt had been straightened, her hair roughly combed with her fingers, but she felt as if everyone could see what had just happened among the olive trees. Inside her she could still feel the pulse of Sebastian’s large cock, warm fluid slowly dripping down her thighs. She pressed her legs tighter together as she walked.The wedding garden was still crowded. Music played, guests laughed, champagne glasses clinked. Clara stood in the middle of a small group, surrounded by Lucien, Damien, and Tristan.The three men stood very close to her; Tristan’s hand even circled Clara’s waist as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. Clara laughed, her face glowing, looking nothing like a bride who had just lost her biological father the day before.Ana turned her face away. She couldn’t bear to watch any longer.Leon sat at a table far from the crowd, his face pale, one hand rubbing his chest. Adrian sat beside him, apparentl
Today was the day of Clara and Lucien’s wedding.Ana stood on the suite balcony, looking at the rows of white chairs already filled with guests. The navy blue dress she was wearing felt a little tight across the chest, probably from the lack of sleep the night before. Beside her, Leon was ready in a dark gray suit. His face was still pale, but he tried to smile.“Are you ready?” Leon asked.Ana nodded. “Ready.”They went down together with Sebastian and Adrian. In the back garden of the villa, the ceremony had already begun. Clara stood at the wooden altar decorated with white roses. Her wedding gown was ivory with delicate lace on the bodice and long transparent sleeves. Her hair was half-up, adorned with a small diamond tiara. She was truly beautiful, more beautiful than Ana remembered. Her smile was calm, her eyes shining as she looked at Lucien who stood in front of her.Lucien wore a perfect black suit. Behind him stood two other men whose faces resembled his, Damien and Tristan,
That night the atmosphere in the living room of Leon’s suite felt lighter than the tense afternoon. The wall lamps glowed warmly, and from the open balcony came the soft sound of Tuscan crickets. Adrian had arrived since the afternoon, still carrying his travel bag and a tired face from the flight. Now he sat on the large sofa with Leon and Sebastian, each holding a glass of whiskey.Ana sat in a chair near the window, phone to her ear, speaking with the nanny at home.“Has Sophie eaten? … Good. Aiden, don’t forget to do his math homework. Has Leo gone to bed? … Okay, please make sure they wear thick pajamas. The weather at home is cold tonight. … Thank you. Let me know if anything comes up.”Ana ended the call and let out a relieved breath. Her three children were fine. At least one thing she didn’t have to worry about tonight.“Are the kids already asleep?” Leon asked from the sofa.“Yes. Sophie said she misses Daddy,” Ana answered with a small smile.Leon smiled back, but the smile
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
I let out a long sigh. Clara's orders were absolute. If I didn't come, she'd get angry. I already knew how terrible her anger could be. Things could go flying, her words could cut sharper than knives, and I could get thrown out of this mansion. So I walked through the mansion's long corridors. Exp







