All Chapters of The Slave Daddy Wouldn't Free: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elina Clark POV"Aziel," I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady, even though my heart was hammering in my chest. "You... you're joking right?""Why would I...?" He leaned dangerously close to me. His face was grim than I'd ever seen them, an intense, almost terrifying glint in them that sent a chill down my spine."You look like you're ready to forget me the moment we reach New York, ma bella. As if this city has more of a hold on you than I do." His voice was low, almost accusing."It makes me almost want to keep you all to myself. Lock you away. Make sure you see nothing but me, that you can't even think about anyone else."A chill ran down my spine, because his face was a dark, almost possessive hunger in his eyes."Aziel, y..you can't do that," I replied, keeping my voice steady even as my heart raced. "You brought me here because... because I belong here. This is my life. My world.""Your world..." His grip tightened, his fingers pressing into my skin with a strength that bor

Elina POVThe words hit me like a slap across the face. My breath caught, my chest tightening painfully as I stared at Aziel in disbelief.“A spy?” I whispered, the accusation slicing through me like a blade. "You think I'm a spy?""Why? Are you not? Of course it makes sense now,” he said, his voice dripping with cold realization. “You were perfect. The soft-spoken stranger… the timid woman in the restroom, at the auction. So lost. So desperate. I even… ” He trailed off, a flash of pain crossing his face before it was smothered by fury."Is this why you approached me? Is this why you came into my world? To kill me?” He stepped closer, his imposing frame towering over mine. His eyes darkened into an abyss, a vortex of hurt and anger I didn’t recognize.“You’ve been playing me this whole time.” His usually composed facade cracked."You..." he started, his voice low and laced with venom, though it cracked at the edges, betraying the storm beneath."You played me mercilessly…and I fell fo

Elina POVAziel stood before me like a shadow pulled straight from the depths of hell. Gone was the man who once smirked playfully, who teased with a predator's charm. Now, every inch of him screamed power, wrath, and unrestrained danger.A predator with a murderous aura deciding whether to kill. One wrong move would end in blood.I nodded, gripping the fabric of my dress as if it could steady the quake in my heart. “Anything you ask,” I murmured, my voice cracking under the weight of the moment.“Anything,” he repeated, as though savoring the taste of the word. Then, his fingers brushed the curve of my chin, lifting my face so I was forced to meet his gaze.“You intrigue me, Elina. Truly,” he said, his thumb tracing the edge of my jaw with a mockery of tenderness. “You plead for his life, but you’re no less entangled in this web of betrayal. Do you even realize how foolish you sound?”I forced the lump in my throat down, locking my trembling hands at my sides. “Even if it’s foolish,”

Elina POVI bit my lip to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape, but it only heightened the humiliation. Heat surged to my cheeks, not from shame, but from the overwhelming anger simmering beneath my skin.When I looked up, his towering frame seemed impossibly large, his shadow swallowing the dim light of the room.I was kneeling before him, the cold wood biting into my skin. The humiliation coursing through me burned hotter than any wound, but I held my ground, refusing to break under his unrelenting gaze.He reached out suddenly, his hand gripping my chin with just enough force to remind me of his power. My jaw ached, but I refused to show him the tears that threatened to spill.“Look at you," he said, his voice low and mocking, sending shivers down my spine. “Reduced to this. Is this the strong, defiant woman I met? Or is this all you’ve ever been…a pathetic pretender grasping at a game far too big for her?"I clenched my fists against the trembling in my body, fighting to hold

Aziel King POV“Let me out!” The sound of fists slamming against the door echoed down the hall, accompanied by her voice…sharp, defiant, laced with desperation.I raised an eyebrow, a smirk pulling at the corner of my lips. So, my little captive still had a fight in her.One of the maids approached me hastily, her face pale and her hands trembling as she clutched the hem of her apron.“Señor King,” she stammered, casting a nervous glance at the door. “We’ve tried everything. She refuses to calm down. She won’t eat, won’t drink, and keeps shouting to be let out.”Another worker, a young man who looked as if he’d rather be anywhere else, nodded fervently. “She hasn’t touched the tray we brought her this morning. She even threw the plate—”I held up a hand, silencing him with a single gesture. Their panic, while mildly entertaining, was unnecessary. “Leave,” I said, my tone calm but leaving no room for argument. “I’ll handle her.”“Let me out!” she yelled, her voice cracking under the we