Semua Bab Soft Moans For My Mafia-Billionaire Captor: Bab 41 - Bab 50

‎ RUYI WYNTER ❦ ‎I reached the flower shop that morning with my heart lodged somewhere in my throat. ‎The walk from the apartment had felt endless, the weight of yesterday's events settled in my chest, ‎I kept my head down, clutching my bag, dread for Lucien Blackwood pooling cold in my stomach… ‎I was already sacked. I knew it. I had disappeared without permission — not once, but multiple times. ‎The days Lucien’s men had come for me, abducting me straight from my street pavement or the shop entrance, I had simply vanished for hours. ‎ I made no leave to the shop, who would keep an employee like that? Especially one who couldn’t even make her morning shift. ‎My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag as I pushed open the glass door. The familiar scent of fresh-cut stems and damp earth hit me, but the scene inside made my steps falter completely. ‎Two new employees stood behind the counter. They were tall, handsome men dressed in black long-sleeve shirts with my

LUCIEN BLACKWOOD ⫘⫘⫘⫘A drained flower, clinging to the lie of spring even as winter refuses to break… Letting the thrip burrow and feed… because it still remembers what warmth once felt like.Would you let me destroy this thrip? You think I'm already hurting him, as you've thought…I should just kill him.If I kill him and get rid of him he’d atone for his sins, but would that not be a poison for you?It's like a death sentence for you. You can't even live without him… How very much I loathe you.My mind drifted, unbidden, pulled back to that cursed year when I was only eleven years old.Rain poured down in heavy sheets, turning the world into a grey blur beyond the expensive portico of my father’s mansion.His men stood dressed in black, even the guards and maids stood sheltered from the downpour, their faces blank masks that revealed nothing… all my life I've seen this fear and expressionless faces, And there, on her knees in the rain, was my mother.Her cheek burned br

RUYI WYNTER ❦ It seemed like I was allowed to roam free for a little while.My legs still felt shaky as I pushed myself up from the bed and walked slowly around the opulent bedroom. This was the same room where Lucien had punished me with ice and fire — hot and cold, pain and pleasure twisted together until I couldn’t tell one from the other.Dried wax still clung to my skin in crusty flakes. I brushed at it absently with my fingers, watching red pieces fall to the floor. My nipples were tender, my clit still throbbed faintly, and deep inside my pussy I could feel the heavy, sticky warmth of Lucien’s cum slowly leaking down my thighs.I stopped in front of the tall mirror. My reflection stared back at me, and for a moment I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.I had expected a broken body. A raw, used, destroyed one.Every morning in my own bathroom mirror, the same dull face looked back at me. The natural glow I once had in high school was long gone. My skin always looked pale,

LUCIEN BLACKWOOD ⫘⫘My fingers rested at the edge of the mask.Ruyi stood so close I could smell the faint trace of my own bath oil still on her skin. Her hair framed her face, her eyes wide with nervous hope and that soft compassion she always wasted on the wrong people.I studied her expression one last time — the slight tremble in her breath, the way her fingers fidgeted with her jacket. She had already hugged me. Already promised to be my friend. Now she wanted to see my face.She was choosing again.“Ruyi,” I said quietly with my voice gentle through the mask. “Promise me you won’t run away when you see it.”Ruyi paused for a second, as if bracing for what I was about to reveal, her eyes softened. “I promise,” she whispered. “I won’t run.”Behind the mask, my lips curved into a slow smirk.I reached up and pulled the mask down. The cool air touched the left side of my face.The preserved scarred flesh — the real burn-scarred skin I had surgically removed years

LUCIEN BLACKWOOD╭⋟────────────╮The cosmetologist did a finishing job carefully overlaying my real preserved scarred skin onto the left side of my face. He stepped back with a deep bow and left the car without another word.I looked into the small mirror inside the vehicle. It looked exactly like my ugly old self.The burn scar — the real one from that night — stared back at me: rough, slightly raised, running from just below my eye down to my jaw. It only makes me loathe my mother even more for staying and enduring even when his son went through this, The raw, damaged version I kept hidden from the world, they didn't need to see it and be scared, that's not what power is.I ran my fingers over it once, feeling the familiar texture and my phone vibrated on the seat beside me. Enzo.I answered. “Speak.”“My Lord,” Enzo’s voice was calm and precise. “The surveillance on Jace Roywan—He’s currently inside their matrimonial apartment with another woman.A woman named Sophia Coker — hi