All Chapters of I Sold His Ring... Now He Owns Me.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The atmosphere around the dinning table was suffocating. Natasha absentmindedly chewed her food. Her eyes were focused on her plate. Alexander's words echoed in her ears. — your suffering will become a hobby. She didn't want to think of what he'll do to her if he really became bored of her. What inhuman things would he do? The sound of cutleries dropping dragged her out of her thoughts. Alexander stood up, his eyes met with hers. He noticed the fire in her eyes had died down, like a lit candle placed in front of a rotating fan.“Your fitness trainer will be here by 10. Be ready before then.” With that, he turned and walked out of the dinning room. Her eyes followed his cold back until he was out of sight. Even though he had left, his scent still lingered in the air. She exhaled sharply.After breakfast, Natasha walked silently beside Amora. Her footsteps were slow, measured. Not from tiredness — but from control.She had spoken too freely. She had forgotten who he was. He had a du

Natasha throat suddenly went dry. Why was he staring at her like that? She stood in front of the pool, calm and composed, but her fingers nervously pinched the thick fabric on her body.Alexander took a long drag of his cigarette. “Take it off.” He ordered. Natasha didn't say a word. She reached for the belt and untied it. Her eyes were on his the whole time. She dropped her hands, letting the robe slide off her body, until she was left wearing only the swimsuit.“Get in the pool.” “I can't swim.” He looked at her, his brows raised. “Am I supposed to care?” His words hit her hard. She can't do this. She can't swim. The last time she tried to swim was when she was 6 years old, and if not for a passerby who saw her and saved her, she'd have drowned that day.Since then, she always avoided places with deep water. But now, Alexander was asking her to do something she couldn't do. “Do you want to go in yourself, or should I throw you in?” Alexander asked as he stood up, his voice cold

(Alexander POV.)What's getting into him? What was that feeling he felt when he saw her sinking down to the bottom of the pool. Was it fear? Why was he afraid that she might drown? Why was he scared when her lips turned blue? This woman should have been dead long ago. People who stole from him didn't live pass 5 minutes. And yet, she had been breathing for more than 72 hours. Why did he care? He could have just left her to drown then have someone dispose her body, but for some reason, his heart fell the moment he saw her sinking down. This wasn't the usual him. What was that woman doing to him? Was she trying to get closer to him? If not, then what was the reason for her question earlier. The way she asked him, her tone sounded like she actually cared about him, whereas she didn't. He knew she was up to no good. She thinks asking him those type of questions would make him drop his guard around her. She's wasting her time. Not again. He's not going to let another woman into

Natasha's eyes burned with held back tears as she crawled after Alexander. The people around were all looking at her like she had gone mad. All thanks to this monster in front of her. He walked so majestically, while she had to crawl on the floor. Her chest burned with hatred. He humiliated her. It only fueled her determination to escape. By the time they got to his reserved seat, her knees had already turned red. Another man approached him just as he was about to sit.“Mr. Darkmoon. Long time no see.” Alexander smiled, one that didn't reach his eyes. They both spoke for a minute or two. Just as the man was about to walk away, his gaze shifted from Alexander to Natasha.“Oh, Mr. Darkmoon, you should have informed us that you were bringing someone along. We would have reserved an extra seat.” Alexander waved it off. “No need, she's comfortable where she is. Right?” He asked, turning to Natasha who's eyes looked like there were about to cry. Natasha sniffed back her tears and nodde

Their drive back home was quiet. Natasha sat at the back seat, staring at the stars in the sky as the car drove through the quiet road. Her face still hurt from the slap, her ankles ached, her wrists sore. She hugged her knees to her chest. His jacket was still covering her. She didn't take it off because she felt cold, otherwise, she'd have thrown it at his face the moment he dropped her down. Natasha breathed a sigh of relief as she spotted the familiar black gate ahead. She didn’t want to be anywhere near this man. If she could, she'd stick her head outside to breathe. She didn’t want to breathe the same air as him. What annoyed her was that the car had his scent. Maybe it was because he was inside, or because his jacket was inches away from her nose.Whatever the reason was, she didn't care. All she wanted was for this car to stop. After some seconds, Alexander pulled into the driveway. Natasha didn't wait for the car to stop before unlocking her door and pushing it open. Sh