"Let me go, bastard! Where do you think you're taking me? I swear I'll kill all of you!" Camille's voice pierced the air with a deranged madness. She fought relentlessly, attempting to free herself from the iron grip of the two towering men who had grabbed hold of her arms. With every ounce of strength expended, Camille's efforts to escape proved futile, finally forcing her to concede defeat. Exhaustion wore her down after her earlier rebellion.Mike arrived accompanied by a well-dressed man who was a buyer at the auction. Camille narrowed her eyes, casting a hostile glare toward the two of them, enunciating the hate she felt. A wry smile appeared on Mike's face as he observed Camille's chaotic state, resulting from her previous defiance. He patted the shoulder of the man, who incidentally became Mike's acquaintance."You have quite the discerning eye," Mike complimented with admiration."No matter what the bidding price is, rest assured, I will ultimately secure the centerpiece of to
Camille's resolve kicked in as Zack left the room, urging her to grasp any sliver of understanding she could attain. With a sudden burst of energy, she reached for Zack's legs, restraining him from walking away."Wait! At least please tell me what the date is today," she pleaded, her eyes searching his for a glimmer of information.Zack, wrenching free from Camille's hold with a look of disdain, tossed a paper bag towards her. "Change your clothes and find your way out of this room," he ordered curtly, seemingly implying that he had no intention of granting her request.Utterly frustrated, Camille let out a piercing scream, desperately hoping to catch Zack's attention one last time. "At the very least, tell me the date!" she shrieked, her voice reverberating off the walls of her desolate prison."Twenty-six!" Zack snapped back abruptly, the door slamming behind him with an unnerving finality.Left alone to ponder her circumstances, Camille's laughter, tinged with a hint of malice, ech
Having finished preparing herself for the day ahead at the office, Davina gracefully descended the stairs instead of relying on the convenience of the elevator. She had made it a point to incorporate this physical activity into her morning routine to exercise. The sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating her path and filling her with energy and purpose.As she approached the dining room, her footsteps came to a halt. Damian was seated at the table, engrossed in his breakfast. The memory of Damian's escapades from the previous night flooded Davina's mind. She vividly recalled seeing him going out with another woman, a dagger of jealousy piercing her heart. While their marriage may have been contractual, she couldn't deny the lingering emotions."Good morning, Davina," Damian greeted her warmly, his voice permeating the room."Mornin'," Davina replied hastily, her voice tinged with unease. "I must be on my way. See you."But Damian's response was unexpectedly insistent. "Davi
"Hey, newbie, you need to work more efficiently! What's with your slow pace?"Camille wanted nothing more than to hurl the expensive urn across the room. Since the crack of dawn, she had tirelessly served as a maid, attending to every nook and cranny of this sprawling mansion without so much as a moment for sustenance or hydration.Camille couldn't help but observe her predicament; the mansion was swarming with heavily armed guards stationed on all sides. Escaping from this oppressive environment seemed near impossible for her.Just as Camille was lost in her thoughts, Zack, the housemaster, strolled in. Oblivious to the freshly polished floor, he casually strolled through, polluting the pristine surface with his high-end, dirt-ridden shoes. Camille, who had painstakingly worked to maintain the floor's cleanliness, felt frustration simmering within her.Zack halted mid-stride, his gaze fixated on Camille, glaring daggers at him. "Why are you staring at me like that?" he demanded.In a
"Even though your stamina is poor, you seem pretty experienced," Zack commented.Seeing Zack enter the bathroom, Camille lay on the bed, her breath catching from exhaustion. Although Camille had eaten and drunk several times, she was still exhausted. This was the most exhausting day of Camille's life.Living the life of a woman with many fans, Camille never once thought there would be a day when everything would end. Camille's life that was previously taken for granted, Camille now realized just how special it was."He is an asshole. Even Marcel has never been this rude to me," Camille grumbled."This is crazy. This is the first time I've ever played with a greedy man. He's too violent. I can't believe he does it all day," Camille complained."It's not my stamina that's bad anyway. It's his stamina that's unreasonable. He looks like a hyper person." Camille let out a long, tired sigh.Exhausted and sore, Camille reached to retrieve the abandoned blanket strewn across the floor. The we
One fine morning, as the sun peeked over the horizon, Davina and Nick strolled outside the magnificent mansion where they resided. To their astonishment, they spotted a well-built man standing on the terrace, exuding an air of authority. Instinctively, Nick positioned himself in front of Davina, protecting her from any potential threat.Curiosity and concern swirled in Nick's mind as he swiftly questioned the imposing figure before him, "Who are you? Are you the new employee here at the mansion?"In a composed manner, the man replied, "I am the new bodyguard assigned to safeguard Mrs. Wilson, Davina Claire."Seeking further confirmation, Nick proceeded to ask, warily considering the possibility of the stranger's arrival being a disguise, "You are the bodyguard sent by?"Without hesitation, the bodyguard responded, "I was sent directly by Detective Mark."Determined to shed light on this mysterious development, Nick reached for his phone and dialed Damian's number. However, his patienc
"Young master, Davina wants me give this to you." Nick announced as he entered Damian's office room, carefully holding a medium-sized potted plant in his hands. The young master barely spared a glance at Nick. His attention fixated on the glowing computer screen illuminating the room."Just put it wherever looks best," Damian replied dismissively, his tone signaling his disinterest in the plant."In that case, I suggest placing it by the window," Nick recommended, his voice laced with a tinge of eagerness. "That way, it can bask in the glorious rays of sunlight."As Nick placed the plant by the window, Damian shifted his focus from the screen to his loyal assistant. A sudden seriousness filled his gaze, his expression reflecting the weighty matters weighing on his mind."Nick, the chief attorney general, the mastermind behind countless illegal activities, hides his company ownership. The funds flowing through this enterprise are nothing but the ill-gotten gains of his corruption," Dam
Rumors left unaddressed can sink on their own, fading into the background noise of everyday life. Damian and Davina made a conscious decision not to indulge the curious media, refusing to offer any clarification to the questions that plagued them. In time, the public's perception of Damian began to shift, morphing into sympathy for the man who had unknowingly become a victim of domestic violence.Taking action to distance himself from the painful past, Damian promptly removed Camille's name from the company's employee list. Though this meant that the finance manager's position lay vacant, with the workload distributed amongst the dedicated finance team, Damian wasted no time searching for the perfect candidate to fill the void.Determined to make a fresh start, Damian sat at his desk, his mind focused on the tasks. With some of the pending work already completed, he found a sense of satisfaction in organizing his surroundings. Just as he finished tidying up, the office phone on his de