Slave By Birth (Werewolf Special) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

I was unable to concentrate during the lecture; my thoughts were a jumbled mess, especially with Sarah using me as her footstool. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the two-hour lecture ended—a fact that should have brought me relief. To my dismay, Sarah showed no intention of letting me stand up.Just then, a new lecturer stepped in, and the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Drake entered the room, causing an audible gasp to ripple through the class. My heart raced. Was Drake really in the Business Studies department? It made sense he was in batch A as well, given the department arrangement.“Drake.” “Sir Drake.”Our eyes met for a brief moment, but he didn’t say anything as he strode to his seat. “Everyone take your seats, and that includes you, Daisy,” Mr. Oparah, the vice-chancellor, instructed with authority, but why is he teaching?Sarah huffed as she reluctantly lowered her legs, clearly annoyed that her moment of dominance was coming to an end. "I suspect you didn't

The door swung open, sending a shock through me. I wasn't sure what to make of this bizarre turn of events. Perhaps Drake wanted me to have easy access without disrupting him when I arrived. I found a lift and stairs, but this time I decided to take the lift. He had said to meet him in his penthouse, which I assumed was on the top floor. I took the lift, having learned from my previous experience with Liam that it would take me to the top. As the doors opened, I stepped out to find a sleek, black, and expensive-looking door. I opened it to find Drake standing with his back to me, staring out at the cityscape through the glass.The penthouse was a marvel, with a unique and expensive black design that extended from the interior to the exterior, accented with plenty of glass. It was a very high building, one that I had admired from afar before, but I had no idea it belonged to Drake.“Take care of the kitchen,” he ordered without even turning to face me.Part of me wanted to protest, but

"It seems as if you can't defeat the President's spoiled brat," I declared with a mocking tone. His anger flared, his annoyance palpable. "Three hundred and fifty million dollars," he growled, and the crowd gasped in disbelief. "You won," I announced. At that moment, it was evident that he wanted to keep pushing me to bid higher. The money was no problem for me; rather, I loathed the idea of being unknowingly controlled like a puppet.Rewind"You won," I declared. "What!" he yelled, his shock evident. "I thought you bid for that price," the auctioneer said, confused. "I can only imagine how you will be disposed of as the chairman, all to feed your weak ego," I shot back. "Damn you. How did you know? How do you know so much?" he seethed. I smirked inwardly; I have my ways. "I’ll be generous enough to buy your company when it goes bankrupt," I replied coolly as he stood, fuming, and stormed out. "I guess the winner for the watch is Mr. Drake. He secured the RDU watch for

"I’m sorry," I declared, apologizing yet again, unsure if this was the reason he requested my presence. He suddenly stared at me, and I felt a chill creep down my spine. "You are so annoying," he declared, his voice cold and cutting. I hesitated, wanting to apologize again, but what if he was referring to my earlier apology? "You’ve suffered so much at Sarah's hands," he observed, pressing a button on a remote, illuminating our lecture room on the screen. So, he was monitoring the class from here—he wasn't as unserious as I once thought.I had been avoiding glancing at his body, but when he pulled on a shirt lying beside him, my resolve faltered. "I will inform all the lecturers that you are attending class to prevent any consequences for missing it," he said matter-of-factly. "Okay, sir," I replied, wondering why he was suddenly offering me assistance."Can you cook?" he asked abruptly, catching me off guard. "Yes," I hesitated before replying, unsure where this conversatio

The post about Drake and me had already garnered over a million views. I doubted the audience was solely made up of students from our school. The comments flooded in, each more audacious and ridiculous than the last. "Drake is a man having a hard time. That’s why he is always cold. Just choosing a slave for his practical work partner, while he won’t be involved, means that if he had chosen me instead, he wouldn’t be able to leave all the work to me." Wow, Sarah had really spun this narrative beautifully. It was insidious yet shockingly effective. "Wow. I thought as much." "It’s obvious Sir Drake didn’t choose you because, if he did, he wouldn’t be able to leave all the work to you." "Now that’s my girl. I hope you are doing well." "If I were you, I would also behave like Drake. I’d give my partner all the work to do too." "Trust me, I purposely chose someone who isn’t my friend and not up to my social status. She’s doing the assignment herself and she’s also a genius," S