Semua Bab OBEY ME SOFTLY: Bab 1 - Bab 9

The letter had no return address.Just a black envelope with her name, handwritten in gold ink—Calla Raines. Thick paper, luxurious and wrong in all the ways that made her fingers tremble as she held it.She opened it at the kitchen counter, beside a chipped coffee mug and a flickering overhead light that buzzed like a dying bee. Her heart sank as her eyes scanned the words."You are summoned to Voss House.Your mother’s debt is due. You will repay it.Wear black.Midnight."No signature. No number. No threats. But it didn’t need any.Everyone in the city knew what Voss House meant.And Damien Voss—he didn’t need to threaten. He was the kind of man who could break someone with silence.Calla swallowed, the air thick and metallic. Her mother had vanished four years ago with a trail of addiction and lies. She’d left behind a stack of unpaid bills, a locked drawer Calla never dared open, and a warning whispered by a man who’d come to their door once:“If she disappears… you belong to him

It wasn’t a collar.Not exactly.But it felt like one when Calla found it sitting neatly on the edge of her vanity—an elegant silver choker with a single black gem at the center. No note. No explanation. Just the silent, unspoken weight of command.Her fingers hovered over it, hesitant, until a knock came.Not a sharp one.Just a soft, deliberate tap.She turned. The door opened without her answer, as if it never needed one.Damien stepped inside.He didn’t say good morning. He didn’t ask if she slept well. His gaze swept her body—bare feet, cotton sleep shirt, exposed legs—and landed squarely on the choker.“You’ll wear it today,” he said.She blinked. “Why?”“Because it tells the house you’re mine.”“The house?”He stepped closer, each movement dragging the air out of the room.“There are eyes here you don’t see,” he said. “Walls that whisper, people who remember what happens when rules are broken.”Calla’s heart thudded in her chest.“Are you trying to scare me?”“No,” he said soft

Calla couldn’t sleep.It wasn’t the bed—God knew it was the most expensive thing she’d ever touched. It wasn’t the silence either. It was the kind of silence that screamed. It pressed on her ears and wrapped around her chest like a warning.She turned again, tangled in silk sheets. The silver choker stayed on.It had become an anchor. Or a chain.She wasn’t sure which.Her mind wouldn’t shut off.Her father’s side.That’s what Julian had said.Until now, she had believed she was here because her mother’s debts had come due. That this arrangement, this twisted agreement with Damien Voss, was payment for the sins of a woman who had long since vanished into smoke.But that file…The way Julian’s voice had dropped.The tension in Damien’s jaw.It was like they had touched a nerve no one wanted her to see.She needed answers.And she knew where to look.---The west wing of the mansion was off-limits.Damien had never said it directly. He didn’t have to.His silence, the always-locked door

He didn’t knock.Didn’t announce himself.The mansion door flew open like a windstorm as Damien strode in, suit jacket flaring behind him, jaw set with a violence Calla had never seen before. Julian trailed a few feet behind him, unreadable as always.“Where is she?” Damien’s voice cut through the hall like a blade.Calla was already waiting.Standing at the top of the marble staircase, arms crossed over her chest, silk robe clinging to her skin. Calm, controlled, until she saw his eyes—glowing with restrained fury. Not at her. For her.He climbed the stairs without stopping.“Where is she?” he repeated, lower this time.“If you mean the woman in white,” Calla said, steady, “she left.”A pause.His hands clenched. “She spoke to you.”“She did.”“What did she say?”“That you don’t give your heart to anyone. That you're at war. That I’m standing in the middle of a battlefield I didn’t ask to enter.”Silence stretched.Calla moved closer.“Tell me the truth, Damien.”“I told you—”“No,”

The silence in the room was sharp enough to bleed.Damien didn’t move, didn’t breathe, didn’t even blink.Calla had touched him. Voluntarily. Without instruction. Without permission.Her fingers had brushed his chest with hesitation, yes—but they had lingered, rested there like she was claiming space on a man no one had dared to approach so intimately without consequence.He slowly raised his hand and took her wrist, not roughly, but with a firm grasp that sent her pulse galloping.“You think you can touch me?” he asked, voice a low snarl. “Just like that?”Calla’s lips parted, her breath shallow. But to her own surprise, she didn’t pull away. “You said you wanted honesty,” she whispered, barely audible. “That’s what that was.”Damien’s dark eyes locked onto hers with the weight of a man who could destroy her in a thousand delicious ways. “What I want, Calla,” he said, tightening his grip, “is for you to learn what it means to ask before taking.”He stepped closer, backing her up unti