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“Please… You can’t do that. They don’t have anything left! If you took that place, they won’t have roof to stay…” Her voice tremble as she was in the edge of tears. Begging with someone as cold and ruthless as Zachary Dawson, was like walking to a tiger den.
Almost zero chance for you to survive.
But maybe, this would be a different case, as a smirk, showed up on his perfect, handsome face.
“I don’t understand why you still don’t get it, Elena…” He caressed her cheek lightly causing goosebumps all over her. Her cheeks slowly showing its color. A little red, and it’s so adorable to his eyes. Even though his expression didn’t show any changes, still with its coldness. But inside, he was pleased by how she was reacting towards his touch.
And that fucking adorable expression would only be his eyes to see.
“...That land is mine. The previous owner already sold it to me, years ago. Now, I’m just taking back was mine. What is so wrong with that?”
She was begging to him but not even once she dare to look at him. However, when she heard how his voice changed into a slightly sad tone, she lifted her head and look directly at him.
She had this mix feeling when he caught her eyes. Scared, relief, and a little bit of regret.
She regretted it when she decided to look at those black piercing eyes, the beautiful beads, made her addicted and drown to them, that she had to force herself to look at the other direction.
They were beautiful. But cold and unreadable. She’s afraid to get lost and trapped in them.
“I..” Her words were long gone the moment she looked at his eyes. Her fists tightened on her lap.
He didn’t say anything as he watched how desperate she was to save those children in that orphanage.
His prey almost took the bait. Let’s wait and see. He grinned internally.
“I know… But, aren’t you the generous young master? Don’t you feel pity for those babies? Please just… I will work had to pay you as much as you spent on that land, just give me more time…”
“Elena, did you just hear yourself?” He chuckled, made her taken back a bit.
Zachary sighed and wrapped a hand around her shoulder, pulling her closer. With one finger on another hand, he lifted her chin, made her gaze back at him.
“Me, generous young master? How come I never hear people talk like that about me?”
“You h-help me when I was in trouble… You gave me work and… you help me so much! Even when I break your things you never punish me.”
It got here so much bravery to speak like that without trembling. He was perfect in everything, got everything that man kind desire. And that also made him a terrifying man.
Strangely, deep down in her heart, Elena knew that he would never hurt her.
“My sweet, Elena…” He kissed her cheek gently as his deep laugh could be heard in that car. The car’s sound proof did its job well, as his men outside didn’t hear a single thing inside.
“You know I only did it because it’s you. Do you think I can stand talking to other women beside you?”
Elena gulped. That’s right. This young master form Dawson family had a strange unusual phobia towards women. They made disgust him, but not Elena.
She recalled how she met him months ago. Where she didn’t even know him yet, thinking that he was one of Zachary Dawson’s men when he was the one and only Zachary himself.
“However, you are right about something,” He nodded and that made Elena’s hope risen a bit.
“As you know, I am a businessman. I won’t do something that won’t profit me back. So I will accept a deal.”
“A deal? What deal?” She began to sense something will not benefit her. And she was right when Zacahary looked at her with those jet black eyes.
“Let me have you and I let that orphanage stand on my land.”
She froze. The words got stuck in her throat. She knew it. She already expected this. From the moment she knew why she was offered a simple job with high payment by this man, she already knew his intention was.
He is a normal man after all. It’s just this man won’t have any woman execpt for her. But she was not someone that will easily sold her body just for money.
In this situation, will she still hold onto her number one rule, or those children in the orphanage?
They were the only one she had left. Her little brother and sister. And those innocent babies…
“If I… gave myself to you… will you…”
“Yes. Let’s make this quick. Let me have you to my heart content and they will have a roof to stay and full stomach. You just focusing yourself fulfill my need. How about that?”
She knew she had no choice. It was a big sum of money. Even if she work endlessly as his maid for years, she won’t be able to pay him the right amount of money.
“Hm?” He caressed her soft, long hair. He knew she had no one to run to, even that dumb boy of her best friend won’t be able to help her. Her only choice was him, the devil himself. But he was waiting for her to say the word.
Only then, he will have his way with her. Do everything he wanted to do to her since the first time he set his eyes on her.
This feeling, this obsession, he didn’t know when it’s growing to be this concerning. But as son as she said her words. She won’t be able to run away from him.
After a couple minutes of silence, she finally nodded and muttered a small yes.
It didn’t enough, he need to hear it loud and clear.
“Ah!”
He scoop her in one pull, startled her, until she was sitting on his lap. Her hands on his chest, to support herself, prevent her to falling deeper into him.
“Wha…”
“Say it loud and clear, Elena.” He groaned. Shoved his face into her neck, smelling her sweet, alluring scent.
Elena grabbed his shirt tightly, as his hardened touch her covered forbidden part. She closed her eyes, hating herself when she was actually yearning for his touch.
They’ve done everything beside of that…
“Yes.” She said loudly with shaky voice. “Yes, you can do everything with me as you please, but please… Mmpph!!”
He let her finish her words in her passionate, burning kiss.
Elena sighed as she looked at the beautiful shimmering ocean.The wind blew her hair. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The sea breeze that once cleared her thoughts, the waves that once soothed her, now made her feel suffocated.Not without reason, but these days, she couldn’t even step out of the villa like she used to.Zachary forbid her to go out without him.She couldn’t even go to the beach, the private beach just under the cliff.He tightened the security. More and more big men in suits guarded the place, until Elena felt like she was trapped in a prison.A luxury prison.It had been two months since they stayed here. Not that Elena had started to hate this place. The villa, the island, everything was beautiful.But what was the point when she couldn’t enjoy it?And Zachary was absent most of the time. She barely saw him. Even these days, at night, she couldn’t feel his presence beside her on the bed.Elena knew.He was keeping his words.He had promised to build a sa
The sun on the island rose slow and heavy, spilling gold across the sea like melted metal. Zachary’s villa, his private fortress carved into the cliff, was wrapped in the quiet hush of early morning. The world outside was waking, but inside their bedroom, time felt suspended.Elena blinked awake first.Her cheek rested on Zachary’s bare chest, her fingers curled lightly at the place where his heartbeat thumped, slow and steady, like the pulse of the earth. He had fallen asleep holding her, practically wrapped around her, one arm over her waist, the other beneath her pillow, his leg thrown protectively across hers.She had nowhere to go, and he made sure of it.Slowly, she lifted her head, noticing the faint lines on his face. He looked… peaceful. Softer. Younger. But even asleep, he held her like someone terrified of losing her.She brushed her fingers lightly along his jaw and Zachary’s eyes opened immediately.Not groggy. Not confused. Just awake, alert, and solely focused on her.“
The doctor’s footsteps faded down the corridor, swallowed slowly by the vast silence of the villa.A silence that didn’t feel empty anymore.It felt alive, vibrating, shifting.Elena’s breath trembled in her chest as Zachary stayed kneeling before her, his forehead still hovering against her stomach as if he were afraid to lift his eyes and wake from a fragile dream.Or a nightmare. She couldn’t tell which.“Zachary…” she whispered.His hands tightened on her hips, not painfully, just enough to still her breath.“Say it again,” he murmured, voice barely holding itself together. “Please.”Her heart fluttered painfully. She'd never heard him ask for anything so sincerely. Never heard him plead in that weak tone. “I’m… pregnant.”His breath ripped out of him in one violent exhale. A sound too raw, too broken, too full. He didn’t move for several seconds.Not a word. Not a breath.Just silence strangling him and the tremor under his palms.Then...He kissed her stomach.Not softly.Not s
Elena had never heard silence roar before, she even let out the air from her little by little, afraid that her own breath bothered the silence. But in the master bedroom in the villa on the edge of the cliff, the quiet was deafening. It pressed against her ribs, crawled up her throat, and settled like a stone behind her heartbeat.The villa was too quiet.Too… empty.Elena’s eyes drifted to the hallway beyond the open door. “Zachary… the workers. Why is the house so...”“Don’t,” he said softly, but with that dangerous finality she knew well.She swallowed. Her voice came thin. “Are they…?”He didn’t look away. “Yes.”A cold ripple ran through her spine.All the villa workers. Gone. Because Henry reached her. Because Zachary failed once... once, to predict a threat.She gripped her arms. “They didn’t deserve it...”“They allowed a breach.” His tone was low, controlled. “Their lives were paid by the wrong hands, not mine. Henry killed them. I ended Henry.”She stared at him.It wasn’t
The villa had never felt so quiet.Not even the silence after Zachary’s violent nights matched this one. A silence that wrapped the walls like a held breath, heavy and trembling. The moment they crossed the threshold, Elena felt the weight of everything she hadn’t processed pressing in on her.Zachary didn’t let her walk.Not inside.Not even across the creamy marble floors.He held her as if she would disappear the moment he loosened his grip.“Elena, careful,” he murmured, guiding her closer to his chest when she shifted. “Lean on me. Don’t try to move.”Her voice was small, raw. “I’m okay… really.” Her cheeks went red. “No,” he whispered, tightening his hold. “Not after what happened. Not after what almost happened.”His words cracked on the edges, but his steps stayed steady as he carried her straight to the master bedroom, the one he’d never allowed anyone else to enter. Not even servants.He laid her on the bed carefully, like she was something sacred. Or breakable.Elena’s fi
The world didn’t fall silent.It collapsed.One moment Elena was bracing for the gunshot from Henry’s shaking hands. She felt the burn of the cold muzzle against her skin, and heard Zachary’s voice low enough to freeze the world.It happened in a flash. The sound of a loud crack followed by a body hitting the floor.Henry slid down like a puppet with its strings cut, eyes still wide with the last fragment of obsession he’d ever feel.Blood pooled beneath him, blooming slowly like a dark, wilting flower.Elena froze on her feet, eyes widened stared at him.Her heartbeat thudded once, twice, then stopped. She didn’t scream, didn’t move, didn’t breathe. Something inside her simply… went still.Henry was dead.The boy who gave her ice cream.The boy who held her hand behind the chapel.The boy who promised to protect her.The boy who destroyed every home she ever tried to belong to.The one and only person she thought was her only 'best-friend'. Gone.Her knees buckled. But Zachary caugh







