บททั้งหมดของ To Put A Leash On The Master: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

/ HEIDI /The scene before me is a bloodbath.Bodies lay scattered across the floor, the once vibrant celebration now turned into a grotesque beano of death. My legs feel like lead as I force myself to move. And I hear another piercing cry with two more almost immediately, thuds resonating in my ears, each sound paralyzing me with fear. The terror grows so much that it becomes numbing, leaving me to stare blankly at the blood-pooled floor. But then a thought slices through my foggy mind—Hunter. Is his corpse among these? How about Dad Griffin, Dad Tad, and Morton—where are they? “Saturn, I need help!” I scream, except I don’t hear my voice, as the words barely escape my lips in a hoarse whisper. I frantically begin to search the hall. There has to be someone alive, someone who isn’t lying in this gruesome display of devilish deeds. Fortunate if that person is Hunter or other members of my family. But unfortunate when I spot a familiar satin cloth shimmering under the dim light.No

A while ago, before the bloodshed, I would have found the blood on his lips hot. But now, I can’t imagine I fell in love with a beast. Or perhaps he played out his actions so well his barbaric side slipped under his coat. Before this day, I loved everything about him—how he often switched tones, imitating baby voices in our voice calls and notes. Even trying to mimic my voice at times. He’s the same man who made cute as well as sassy expressions. And got accustomed to texting me emojis and funny gifs. Not to forget how he woke me up by sending repeated texts just so my phone would keep dinging. Now that man seems like a distant memory; replaced by this cold, unfeeling stranger.I blink away from the rearview mirror and stare into the darkness ahead of me, bracing myself for the words my mind wills me to say before looking at Hunter’s breathtaking features.Gone are the days when I badly wanted to run my fingers through his hair—when I wished to see what his right eye looked like.

In the valley guarded by snow-coated greens and high, misty mountains lies the Whites’ family house. We visit only during Christmas, though celebrating it isn’t a thing.We enjoy the holidays in our style nonetheless—like binge-watching rom-coms or stacking containers of Christmas cookies in the refrigerator or… I don’t know. But one wouldn’t find a trace of festive decorations, even hear a commentary about it in the mansion.For as long as I can remember, this is our first time coming together for a celebration. And there are two halls prepared for it too.I heave a sigh of exhaustion as I stand before the mirror in the servants’ quarters. My eyes are dull and nearly closing under tired lids. And I can still feel shock rolling in my belly at the fact that the mysterious heir to White group is my man. Gazing at the bonnet guarding my hair, I’m more about discarding this wretched apron of woe for something proper—one that looks even a tiny bit pleasing to the eyes.A while back when

~X~I know their names and looks. Father does too. Stuff took me a year and more to study that I might even begin to list the names of their fetuses.It’s my first time coming to Braevalle, and I’ve heard things about it. Good things. Like how the fruits are heavenly. And how unearthly their young girls look. And… I think the White Mansion took up sixty percent of these compliments—it also happens to be the first stop for tourists.Let me tell ya though, I find the whole thing exaggerated. Braevalle is just as good as every other place but also as quiet as a graveyard, which is bad. Really. Or maybe I hate too much silenc― ouch!Did I just see Hunter’s female guard hitting Heidi’s forehead against a boulder? Yes! And the impact rendered her unconscious on the woman’s body. I want to laugh but then if I do, I’ll be heard and exposed. I’m currently camouflaged in the environment and making a loud sound is… I won’t say it’s dangerous because no one knows me and they can’t catch me if I r

After some time, Hunter turns to my direction, and my heart skips a beat as I instinctively lower my head. I shut my eyes and lips tight, screaming within.This nervousness’s crucifying me, only if I’m not already turned cold by the idea of Hunter staring at me—why does it even matterrrr?!“I’ll take her,” he declares, his sonorous voice cutting through Saturn’s words as it brings her chatter to a halt. I imagine her blinking, stunned, and trying to comprehend Hunter’s words. But I too am left bewildered. Hearing his voice in reality for the first time is like having an initial conversation with your celebrity crush. Maybe more than that.The sound is thrilling and exotic; lodges between my ovaries, creating butterflies and their dancing sensations. Anyone would fall for the man without setting eyes on his gorgeous physique.“Take her? For what, Brother?” Saturn’s annoying tone spoils the moment. Could someone beseech the girl to be quiet, even for a second? Her screeching voice is