Billionaire's Little Kitten のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Nile“What are you going to do to me?” Her voice is soft, shaky, betraying her wild appearance.Long, wild ginger red hair, framing a soot-stained face that could have been beautiful, in different circumstances. And those big green eyes. They narrow at me in distrust, and it is amusing.She acts like I am in the wrong, and not her.Carefully watching me, she slowly tries to get up from the floor.“On your knees.” I snap, the coldness of my voice freezing her in place. “How impertinent can you be? Should you not be apologizing for stealing my rare, asteroid diamond piece?”“I did not know it was that important.” She glares. “Why am I here and not in a cell?”A dark chuckle escapes me, at her blatant rudeness. Asides her fear, there is no sign of remorse from her. It irks me, yet stokes my curiosity.After all, not even one soul in the city would dare talk to the most powerful billionaire in that tone. Especially not when they are already in deep shit. I get up from my seat, placing my l

DymondI was thrown back into the cell.“Nile Garres hurt you, did he not? That is what that beast does.” The man rattles from the pool of water under him. “Try to get out of here while you still can. You are much too innocent.”“If you think I'm innocent, think again.” I mutter.“No matter what it is you've gone through, believe me when I tell you, that this particular billionaire is far worse. Nile is a demon in human flesh, never underestimate him.”I ignore him, wiping the dried tears off my face. The cell now smells of piss and rot, and the darkness remains disorienting. I don't think I can ever get used to it. The way time is lost here. Hours could feel like days. Days, like mere seconds.A sinking feeling invades my guts. I should never have taken that diamond, never should have gotten mixed with this strange, powerful man.But it was the perfect opportunity! I barely made enough to survive on the streets by pickpocketing and shoplifting, so when I stumbled upon the unguarded sh

I have no idea how long I spent frozen in space with terror, just watching the camera with wide eyes, but I am jolted out of my stupor when the telephone begins to ring again.I jump in shock, heart nearly tearing out of my chest.Panting, I reach for the telephone, not daring to take my eyes off the camera for even one second, as if it could magically disappear if I look away. Pressing the phone to my ear, I start to speak frantically, "Is this the reception? Thank goodness you called, I just found a—""Yeah I know, baby. You're looking straight at the camera. Straight at me." A male voice interrupted on the other end of the call, shocking the life out of me. Worse, because I instantly recognized the voice. The soundtrack of my nightmares and misery.I yelp, nearly throwing the telephone as far away as possible as if it is on fire, but his voice freezes me in place."Don't you dare hang up on me, bitch." He yelled, then his voice suddenly softened into a sickening sweet tone. "Don't

DymondThe cold of the early morning air seeps into my skin through my meager clothes, and I rub my arms, shivering slightly.I am headed to the subway, where I can get a train out of the city. I am walking so fast that I get to the stairs leading underground in mere minutes. The streets are deserted, so I am really startled when a sudden sound comes from behind me.Whirling around, I look for the source of the sound, but I can not spot anything out of place. The streets are empty, and a couple of recycle bins lined near an alley are the only things behind me.Still, I know unexplained sounds are a bad sign, so I turn around and run down the stairs. I am heading further into the subway to get my tickets when I hear another sound, this time, it sounds like footsteps.I do not bother to look back, I just increase my pace to a jog and soon I am at a counter, getting my train tickets.The woman giving out the tickets is some middle aged woman with a nice smile.I am fidgeting when she sudd

NileI roll the piece of diamond in my hand, staring at it intently.From the way I have been spending hours gazing at it, recently, the poor jewel should have holes in it by now. And no, I have not been admiring it, the real reason is something I don't even want to admit to myself.This jewel now reminds me of Dymond Hilary, the stubborn little thief.It does not help that they actually share a name. I was pissed off at her the last time I saw her, simply because she did not give in to my sick urge to humiliate her and make her beg for mercy.Creepy? I really don't care.I realize that despite her stubborn facade, she is really nothing but a scared girl. Those green eyes of hers occasionally shone with helplessness and tears when she though no one was watching. It makes me wonder what her true story is.Again, I grew disgusted at myself for being so invested in some random woman, and I ordered the guards to let her go. It was night time, so I knew she would have no way to get to a goo