Chapter 2 Her Duty!

DUTY

A luxurious room with a spacious bed and large wardrobes could be seen there. Everything was dominated by soft peach tones, and harmonious complementary colors. The walls of the room were adorned with small, glowing yellow lights. It looked incredibly beautiful and comfortable.

"Is this your room, Ilyana?" Stella asked softly.

"Hmm... Do you like it?"

Stella smiled. "The lights... they're beautiful," Stella whispered.

Ilyana smiled back warmly. "You can sleep here for now. They will also arrange your room. You can choose the paint color and decorations as you like. Mr. Right always fulfills whatever you want."

Stella looked downhearted.

Ilyana approached and placed a white towel on Stella's head, gently patting it dry. "Your hair is quite wet like this. It must be raining heavily outside."

Stella didn't respond, just bowed her head.

"This..." Ilyana handed Stella a warm and comfortable-looking sleepwear. "You can use the bathroom over there. Rinse your body with warm water, put this on, and we'll dry your hair with a hairdryer. Using a towel would take too long. Your hair is like a sponge, it holds a lot of water. Hehe..." Ilyana chuckled softly, trying to ease Stella's mind.

Stella smiled faintly and followed Ilyana's instructions, washing herself and changing her clothes.

By the time Stella emerged, Ilyana had changed into a simple dress that looked very charming on her.

"Are you done?" Ilyana asked.

Stella nodded slowly.

Ilyana smiled and directed Stella to sit at her dressing table. Stella complied and saw her reflection in the mirror. A plain girl with a small nose and lips. She looked very beautiful with the lights highlighting her face from the makeup mirror. Ilyana powered on the hairdryer, lit it, and began helping Stella dry her hair.

"How is it? Warm, isn't it?" Ilyana asked while smiling. She treated Stella with utmost gentleness.

"Hmmm..." Stella murmured, feeling the warmth of the air from the hairdryer touching and fluttering her curly hair.

"Your hair is lovely. I like it. You're very beautiful too, Stella," Ilyana praised as she continued to move Stella's hair with the hairdryer in her hand.

***

"Well... all done!" Ilyana turned off the hair dryer and picked up a brush-shaped comb from her dressing table. She slowly combed Stella's hair. "Hmm... very beautiful. Oh, wait here for a moment, okay?" Ilyana requested.

Stella nodded gently and once again gazed at her reflection in the mirror.

Ilyana returned with a small table-shaped tray, containing food on top of it.

"The servants have brought your meal. Hmm... it looks delicious, Stella."

Stella glanced in Ilyana's direction. There were several dishes on the tray, including bread and cream soup, a plate of salmon fillet with mashed potatoes and broccoli.

"Where would you like to eat?" Ilyana asked. "You can eat in bed if you'd prefer," she added.

Stella looked towards Ilyana and pointed to the empty table with a chair in front of it.

"Oh, you want to sit there? Alright... come on," Ilyana invited again.

Stella stood up and followed behind Ilyana. Ilyana placed the tray and arranged the food on it. Stella sat down in the chair, while Ilyana sat on the edge of the bed, not too far away.

"Eat up and finish it while it's still warm," Ilyana encouraged.

Stella smiled and began to eat her meal. Ilyana kept her company to ensure she didn't feel alone. After finishing the meal, fatigue overcame Stella's body. Her full stomach made her very sleepy. Ilyana covered the young girl with a thick blanket, making her comfortable so she wouldn't wake up too soon. After everything was in order, Ilyana left and locked the room. She left a small note on the table, just in case Stella woke up and looked for her. She wrote a message...

NOTES:

Hi Stella,

Sorry, I locked the door to your room.

You must know my reason, right?

And I know you wouldn't want to get me into trouble.

I'll be back shortly.

You can turn on the TV, watch movies, and play games there.

Do as you please. Consider the room yours.

XOXO (Hugs n Kisses)

Ilyana

***

Ilyana knocked on a door in another part of the luxurious house. A door that appeared to be the most exclusive among the others. Just looking at it indicated its status in that place, "Owner."

Ilyana knocked three times.

"Mr. Right. It's me... Ilyana."

"Come in," came the reply from inside.

Ilyana opened the door and entered. The room appeared dark, illuminated only by dim bedside lamps on the walls. It seemed Mr. Right intentionally turned off the main light, creating this atmosphere. The room was large, even twice the size of her own room. There was a round bed with a large diameter, perhaps big enough for six people to sleep on. The sheets were red, while the sides and the bed's backrest were elegantly black.

Mr. Right was seated on the couch in his room, holding a glass of champagne with a few ice cubes in it. He made circular motions, causing the ice cubes to collide with each other and the glass walls, producing a resonant "cling, cling, cling" sound that echoed in the spacious room.

Mr. Right leaned back comfortably, legs crossed and his ankle visible as his long pants were raised due to his pose. His smooth white cotton shirt was partially open, revealing some of his chest muscles. The sleeves were rolled up to below his elbows. His hair was neatly combed to the side and back. He had an athletic but not overly muscular physique, tall and slender. A body that was perfectly proportioned for a man. Any woman who looked at him from a distance would be captivated by his cold and highly charismatic appearance. Especially if they approached and gazed into his blue eyes. They might be spellbound. Intimidated yet also desiring.

"Come here, Ilyana," he said flatly, patting his thigh.

Ilyana understood the gesture Mr. Right displayed. She walked over and sat on his lap. Even though they had been together for a year, Ilyana's heart still pounded fast whenever Mr. Right called her into his room.

Ilyana took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She took the glass from Mr. Right's hand, offered a sweet smile, and placed it on the nightstand. Ilyana settled back into Mr. Right's lap, draping her arm behind his neck. Slowly, Mr. Right embraced Ilyana from behind, resting his head on her chest.

"Hmm... I'm so tired today," Mr. Right said, closing his eyes briefly.

Ilyana tried to breathe calmly and gently stroked Mr. Right's back and shoulders. The soft fabric of his shirt made her feel comfortable. Before long, Mr. Right moved his face, tilting it to rest his nose on the curve of Ilyana's neck. He inhaled deeply, taking in Ilyana's scent. A shiver ran down Ilyana's entire body at that moment. Goosebumps appeared, and her body felt tense, responding to the stimulation from his deep breath.

"Hmmm... I always love your scent, Ilyana. It's so soothing," Mr. Right murmured, still with his eyes closed.

Ilyana smiled and slid her fingers, caressing from the nape to the back of Mr. Right's head. The gaps between her fingers were now filled with his almost black dark brown hair.

Again, Mr. Right sniffed, feeling Ilyana's touch on his head. He pulled his face away and nestled his cheek comfortably against Ilyana's chest.

"Have you taken care of her? How is she doing?" Mr. Right asked with his eyes closed, leaning comfortably against Ilyana's chest.

"She's fine. She's asleep now," Ilyana replied softly.

"Hmm... that's good. I lost a territory because of her."

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"They sold her to Ronan. You know how Ronan treats women. A naive girl like her wouldn't be able to survive."

Ilyana nodded in understanding. "So, did you save her?"

"Hmm..." Mr. Right responded with a murmur. "As for that territory, I can reclaim it in an instant. Right now, I'm just very tired."

Ilyana moved her hand and stroked Mr. Right's back. A comfortable sigh escaped Mr. Right's mouth.

"Do you want me to serve you now?" Ilyana asked.

TO BE CONTINUED

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