บททั้งหมดของ His Sinful Pleasure : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Zerina's point of view Oh, shoot. This wasn't what I wanted. My mind went blank and all I could think was RUN!!! My instincts kicked in, screaming at me to get out of here, fast. My legs felt like lead, but I forced them to move, turning to make a hasty retreat. I didn't look back. My hands shook as I dragged the suitcase across the hallway floor, the wheels thudding against every uneven tile. My left hand clutched my bag so tight that my knuckles ached, but I didn't dare loosen my grip. My breath came in short, uneven bursts. The air in the mansion felt suffocating as if the walls themselves wanted to trap me again. I just needed to get away, to escape the situation and the consequences of being caught. My bag bounced against my side as I ran, and I clutched it tightly, as if it could shield me from the embarrassment and the trouble that was sure to follow. Just keep moving, I told myself, don't look back. My heart dropped to my stomach when I heard the sound of hurried footstep

Zerina's point of view The taxi stopped in front of a towering black gate, the kind that whispered of power. The driver turned slightly, glancing at me from the rearview mirror. "We're here, miss." I blinked, my eyes travelled up to the enormous iron bars rising like a fortress in front of me. My throat tightened. "A-Are you sure this is the place? This.. this looks like.. like a..." I didn't know what to call it, but for sure, it just didn't look like a house. The driver gave a short chuckle. "This is the address you gave me. The Slade Mansion. You're in the right place, miss." I swallowed hard, staring at the intricate golden emblem embedded in the gate— the emblem of the Slade family. I stepped out of the taxi, the air surrounding me was crisp against my skin. The moment I approached the gates, it opened soundlessly, like it had been expecting me. My heart pounded faster. I have been here before, but now, it doesn't feel the same. That time, everything had been a blur of fea

Zerina's point of view Mr. Wilson smiled faintly, perhaps sensing the tension that hung in the air. He cleared his throat softly and clasped his gloved hands together. "Please do not let my words trouble your mind, Miss Bradford," he said in that calm, distinguished British tone that made every word sound like a poetry. "Old houses tend to carry old stories, and sometimes, those stories grow larger than truth itself." His lips lifted slightly as he bowed. "If you'll excuse me, I shall see to the evening meal arrangements. Do rest well, miss. You are quite safe here." He turned gracefully, his every movement precise and composed, and with one last courteous nod, he stepped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Silence fell. The air in the room felt heavy. I let out a slow breath and sank onto the edge of the bed, rubbing my palms against the silk fabric. He said I was safe. Somehow, the way he said it did nothing to comfort me. Just the first day I came here, I he

Author's point of view Bianca's hands trembled uncontrollably where they lay on her lap. She couldn't stop shaking. The screams stopped finally, she opened her eyes slowly to see Don dragging Melissa away. Bianca's body felt heavy, her limbs weighed down by the crushing weight of what she'd witnessed. The images of Melissa's torture seared her mind, the sounds of her girlfriend's cries echoed in her ears like a haunting melody. Bianca's mind struggled to process the trauma. Exhaustion wrapped around her like a shroud, making her feel numb, detached. Her throat burned from crying and screaming too loud, the dryness was a subtle reminder of the tears she'd shed, what she had made Melissa go through. The inability to scream, to do anything but watch and stare into space left her feeling powerless and consumed by guilt. Her heart felt like it had been wrung out, leaving only an empty, aching space. When Florence finally turned to her, she looked calm again. Peaceful, even. Her hair wa

Zerina's point of view "If you don't.. you already know what will happen right?"His voice was calm and his expression changed and he looked at me like he was challenging me as though he wanted to see me flinch. I straightened my back instead and met his cold, hard gaze. "Yes." I replied firmly. For a moment, his lips twitched.. not quite a smile but something close to it. "Good girl." "Is that all? Just three rules?" When he answered me, it was a short, firm "Yes." I was relieved but somehow a little doubtful. That couldn't be all, right? This was really unexpected. As if noticing the doubt in my mind, a playful smile curved on his lips. "Why? Would you prefer I give you more?" More? Immediately, I shook my head. "No, no. Don't get me wrong. Three is perfect. In fact, it is Perfecto." I gave him a thumbs up with a beaming smile that made him raise an eyebrow, looking at me like I've gone nuts. "Perfecto?" "I mean, I understand them. I have absolutely no complaints." His e