บททั้งหมดของ I Sold His Ring... Now He Owns Me.: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Natasha looked back as she ran. She was surprised to find nobody behind her. Wait, was Alexander really letting her run away? If he was then she better run fast before he changes his mind. Natasha scanned the area as she ran. Black tiled ground with some engravings she didn't bother to look at. The sides of the road were decorated with black plants and flowers. This man obviously had an obsession for black. Natasha ran some miles before she finally got to the main road where she could see cars and people. She called a taxi and hopped in without waiting any seconds longer. She looked back as the taxi drove away. Something made her feel uneasy. Was Alexander really letting her go like that? She expected to see him or his men chasing her, but none of them showed up. What was he up to? Natasha shook her head and focused on the road. She has been looking for how to escape, now that she did, why should she bother herself with why he didn't come chasing after her. He has found his ring

Natasha dried her hair with a towel as she stepped out of the bathroom. She walked over to the bed where her clothes were arranged. A thought crossed her head as she looked at her underwear. She forgot her favorite panty in that monster's house. How's she going to get it back? Well, he can keep it to himself because there's no way she's going back there just to get it. Another thought passed her head. Imagine Alexander wearing her panty. What a sight to behold. Natasha giggled as she slid her clothes on. After she was done, she went to the kitchen for breakfast. Tiana smiled as Natasha entered. She flipped the pancakes on the pan then moved to the rack to grab two glass cups, which she turned warm milk into. “How was your night Tasha?” Tiana asked, moving the pancakes to the plates in front of her. “Couldn't sleep much.” Natasha replied, remembering the tossing and turning she did all night. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't sleep. It was until 3am she was able to get s

The taxi stopped in front of the familiar gate. Natasha took a deep breath. This was it. She's back here again. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the last money she had on her. “Thank you.” She said to the driver then alighted down. She watched the car drive far away before turning to the gate. The words ‘Darkmoon Estate’ was boldly engraved into the gate. Natasha raised her hand and placed a knock on the gate. The sound was barely audible, she didn't even hear it. It was like the gate was silencing her knock. She tried again and was about to try the third time when the gate slid open by itself. Natasha walked in, her eyes scanning the environment. She was greeted by one of the guards she saw the other day. “Is Mr. Darkmoon home?” She asked, looking around.“Yes, he's in his office.” Natasha thanked him then made her way into the mansion- or whatever it was. She was clearly walking into the lion's den. Not that she wanted to, but because she had no choice. The place

Natasha's heart jumped at the sound of a knock on the door. She sat up, pulling the sheets up her body. “Come in.” She expected to see Amora but instead, a young man stood in front of the door. He wore white long sleeve and black pants and his hands where behind him, giving him a kind of professional look. “Good evening Mrs. Natasha, Mr. Darkmoon requested for you in his room.” Natasha's stomach twisted with unwanted feelings. She knew it. Sooner or later, he was going to begin whatever he had planned. It was quite obvious that he wasn't going to let her survive this night. She knew he was going to come for her, but she wasn't ready. Especially not tonight. “Mrs. Natasha! Mrs. Natasha!!” “Huh? I'm sorry.” Natasha apologized, realizing she had spaced out. She slid down from the bed, her fingers clutching the hem of her nightgown as she followed behind him. Her heart was pounding against her chest. What is he going to do? What if he told her to do something she knew she couldn't

Natasha's anger boiled the more. She stood up and grabbed her nightgown, pulling it over her body before storming out of the room. She was so angry. Her limbs were weak so she found it hard to walk straight. He must be very proud of himself to have caused her this pain. Getting to her room, Natasha pushed the door open and shut it with much force than she had intended to. Well, she doesn't care. She went into the bathroom to take a shower then came back to her room. She sat on the bed, thinking of what had happened earlier. Her hand moved to her neck, tracing the collar she didn't dare to tamper with. She stood up and walked to the mirror. Tilting her head to the side, she looked at the collar. It was pitch black with white sparkling edges. The type that gave off a fancy feeling but was dangerous. She carefully turned it around to see the place he used to lock it, but there was none. It was just like a circle ring around her neck. Natasha sighed and walked back to the bed. She s