All Chapters of Snatched By The Don: My Enemy's Father : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rena’s POV He rose from the water, displaying his full glory as he walked up to me, not even bothering to throw the towels around his waist. I turned my face away to avoid staring at him too much, otherwise, I might forget why I was here. "I believe you came here, knowing fully well what I want in exchange," Roland said. Sitting on the top of the jacuzzi, he continued, "You know me, Rena, I don't do businesses that fail. You and I will benefit, it's a win-win." He paused, studying me before speaking again. "You might think I'm wicked, but trust me, you'll need these skills I'm teaching you once we're married." I lowered my gaze. He said that before but I fail to understand why there's a need to put price tags on kindness. "With your background, you can't fit into my family," he said bluntly. "No one would want you. But with business skills like mine, you'll create a place for yourself in the Harrington family." His words cut deep, but I saw a glimmer of sincerity in h

Rena’s POV. Snapping out of my thoughts, I joined the crowd, scanning the room for Roland. But he was nowhere to be found. I took the chance to look around for my mysterious savior, but he had vanished too. Feeling a bit disappointed, I decided to hang around until Roland returned, but after a while, he didn't show up. I tried to call him but realized there was no network. I'd returned to the limelight. Those lustful eyes were on me again, making my skin crawl. Using network as an excuse, I slipped out of the auction room and made my way to the balcony, craving fresh air, and also network. I needed to call Roland, and also message doctor Mark on WhatsApp so I could see my mom on video call. Holding my phone up, I began to search. By the time I realized where I was, I'd walked into darkness, the auction was now a far distance away and the light from the building couldn't penetrate this area. I was standing by the shore, a ship sitting ahead. I sighed. It seemed I couldn't get a ne

Rena’s POV. Simultaneously, the thick black covering was pulled away. The sudden burst of light pierced my eyes, forcing me to squint."Wow! She's indeed a gem!""She's beautiful, I want her!"“Look at that lingerie, so sexy!” "A true masterpiece, worthy of the highest bidder," the auctioneer's voice cut through the murmurs, fueling the growing excitement.As my vision adjusted, I realized the room was crowded with men of all sizes and ages, eager to start bidding. And I was the object of their desire.I'd seen some of the men earlier, especially that ugly obese man. My heart chilled, fear gripping me like a vice. I didn't want to stay there, trapped like a helpless animal. I wanted to find a way out.I scanned my surroundings, desperately searching for any glimmer of hope, any chance of escape. But none came.The bidding began, voices rising in a frenzy of greed and lust. I stood vulnerable, barely wearing anything, and the cold air slapped my skin, making me shiver.Just then, th

Rena’s POV. It was midnight when the car drove into an estate, the moonlight hung in the sky, guiding us to the front of a villa. As I stepped out of the car, I was amazed by the beautiful view. The beachfront estate was huge, spreading as far as my eyes could see, with a white villa sitting on top of a hill, overlooking the beach. The sound of the waves was soothing and made me feel slightly better. As we walked to the villa, I saw some men hiding in the shadows. They looked scary and their eyes seemed creepy. They bowed as we approached. My savior nodded curtly and we kept walking. Just as we were about to enter the villa, someone stopped my savior, whispering things in a hush tone to him. "Go in," he told me before leaving with the guy, who didn't even spare me a glance. I nodded and went inside, under everyone's curious stares. The living room was large, but dim and spooky. I felt like I was being watched the entire time, and the silence was eerie. I stood in the livi

The temperature in the bathroom was warm. He was already in, soaked in bubbles, in a drop-in dark bathtub. The bathroom was equally lit with candle lights, but a lot brighter than the room. It seemed that this man is romantically involved with darkness, because, why would anyone want to live in darkness? I didn't wallow in the theme of the bathroom for too long and went to kneel behind him. Picking up the brush, I began to scrub his shoulders. “Pour me a drink, Rena.” He said, as if I was supposed to have done that before anything else. “I'm sorry,” I quickly got down from the platform and rinsed my hands in the sink before getting a glass that had been arranged beside a bottle of wine. Not long after, I returned with a glass of crystal clear wine and handed it to him, but instead he said, “Taste it.” “I don't drink alcohol,” I replied and he didn't push it. He took it from me, smelt it and tasted it. “Begin.” Just as I was about to go behind him, he uttered again, “A coat doe