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"Where did my Master disappear to... all of a sudden?" His eyes darken instantly. Without warning, his fingers slide into my hair, gripping the strands firmly at the root and tilting my head back. “He hasn’t disappeared.” His tone turns deadly serious, and it always sends a jolt through my core. "It's just that today is his slave’s birthday... and he wants to be sure that she is enjoying every single second of it." My heart skips a beat, but I grin up at him anyway. "So cute..." He shakes his head, relaxing his grip slightly. "You're unbelievable, Amber. Who could look at you right now and say that just a few seconds ago I made your skin red with spanking?"

If she stayed even one day more, any chance she had left to reclaim her life, to do something for herself, to live, to crawl out of this terrible hole she’d lowered herself into all on her own, would disappear into the big black smoke-filled vortex that was Andrey Romanoff. He would buy more things and sell others, make millions and destroy lives at a whim, hers included. And she would carry on catering to him, jumping to do his bidding and smoothing the path before him, anticipating his every need and losing herself, bit by bit and inch by inch, until she was nothing more than a pleasant-looking, serene-voiced husk. A robot under his command… Slave to feelings he would never, could never re

Axelina doesn't want her son to become a bastard who uses women to satisfy his lust. Axelina walks towards the dining table. But it turns out the dining table is still quiet. Nobody has come down for dinner yet. Even though the table has been served a lot of food. Axelina sit on the chair. Staring at the dining table that feels lonely. "Josh, did Lexon come down earlier?" Axelina asked the butler. "Not yet, Madam. Since returned from the company, Young Master hasn't stepped down at all. " said Josh. Axelina sighed at that.

I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.

Winter said, “Seriously, Emmily, stop joking.” “No kidding, today's your birthday; let yourself be happy for a change.” “Emmily, is there nothing to be happy about? Being a slave without a mate leaves me feeling hopeless and without purpose.” “Happiness is possible, even for a night. Don't limit yourself by labeling yourself a slave; live freely.”

Sebastian’s building. Inside the vault Marcus stared at the screen. “You’re moving the archive here.” Lena smiled faintly. “Yes.” Marcus laughed in disbelief. “You’re not stealing the data.” Lena tilted her head. “Not exactly.” Sebastian watched the transfer logs carefully. “You’re consolidating it.” Lena nodded approvingly. “Good observation.” Inside the penthouse Daniel rubbed his forehead. “Can someone explain this like I’m five?” Leo spoke quietly. “She’s building a master server.”

Thalia's eyes widened when he ran a finger down her chest and stopped right above her pelvic area "Have you forgotten I own you?" Owner her? How? Was she his property or something like that? Surely Natalia wasn't sleeping with Dominic too. Was she? Three men at the same time? Was she insane? "No. I haven't forgotten" "Good." Dropping his hand, he stepped back. "You'd better remember that the next time you open that mouth. My men will stay where they are until you find out where Orlando is. Understood"

she said, smiling widely. She glared at us one last time before bringing out a long piece of paper she had hidden in her bag. “Some of you might stop being slaves starting from today, but first, you have to pass a test,” she said, her eyes darting back and forth as she scanned our faces. The whole slaves went mad with frenzy as everyone began to murmur and mumble incoherently. “Silence!” The maid roared, her eyes blazing like a burning furnace. “I'm Crystal and I'm your boss,” she said, her voice harsh and cold.

I'm sorry I couldn't visit," she said sadly. " It's alright " Slaves can't visit the main mansion unless to get provisions or calls from the master,that's the way of the mansion and no one dares do anything else or prepare to be punished,everyone walks on a thin line with the master just a slip and you word get punished. We went in and talked about alot if things when she asked what happened I told her. She consoled me and said master Stephen was a nice man,but he is used to flirting so much.

I had to turn to the door but to my surprise, no one was there. ‘’Mistress, the lord warned for none to utter her name’’ Grace whispers almost into my brain. She was too close. I could hear her voice like it was inside my head cells. ‘’Why? She is my maid and I need her’’ I questioned back. ‘’She did leave you alone and that is alone is the highest of incompetence and the lord does not tolerate such.’’ Well, that was new. She did leave me to get answers and it was of my own doing to venture into a path I should have stayed away from. ‘’Where is she?’’ I asked once again, not whispering back. I have lived as a slave all my life, I understand the pressure, but not helping her at such a point d