Chapter 7 Catch!

Was he awake?

"Where are you from?" His blue eyes pierced. And just with that look alone, Ilyana fell silent. Her feet felt like they were nailed to the floor, but she couldn't let this go. She had to control herself. She absolutely couldn't make Darian Right suspicious. She had to be able to speak. Now. Right now.

Ilyana took a breath, trying not to stutter. Her demeanor had to be carefully controlled so that Darian Right wouldn't suspect she was doing something against the rules. If her actions were discovered, she would undoubtedly face unimaginable punishment. She had suffered terrible punishment before, and Ilyana promised herself she would never go back there. The memories of her past punishment were still vivid in her mind, and just thinking about it now made all the hair on Ilyana's body stand on end. She shivered in fear. However, she had to overcome all of this. She couldn't remain silent. She had to fight. She had to strengthen herself. She couldn't give in. Not now. Her efforts had brought her this far, and Ilyana knew that someday she would be able to escape from this place. Small mistakes and fear should not stand in Ilyana's way.

A sweet smile appeared on Ilyana's face. She tried to present an innocent and gentle demeanor, which had always been her most effective weapon with Darian Right. "Are you awake? Sorry, I had to use the restroom," Ilyana replied as casually as possible.

"Why didn't you use the bathroom in here?" he asked, his tone icy and suspicious. Dictating and imposing rules unilaterally.

"Um... my stomach hurts. I didn't want you to hear it," Ilyana replied, using the same excuse.

Darian Right's forehead was still furrowed. He seemed to be considering.

Not wanting to let the dominant man think for too long, Ilyana approached him. She was still clutching the front of her shirt to cover her body. She held the shirt in place to prevent it from opening completely.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Darian? Would you like me to serve you again?" Ilyana asked.

Darian continued to stare. He lowered his gaze, looking at Ilyana's toes as they moved, brushing against each other. He raised his gaze slowly, from Ilyana's slender legs to her thighs, her body, and finally to her beautiful face.

Darian Right remained silent and didn't answer the woman in front of him. He placed his index finger horizontally across his lips. It was clear that he was evaluating. Ilyana waited anxiously, squeezing the fabric of her shirt on both sides.

Darian's eye movement pattern remained the same. He looked at Ilyana from her toes to the top of her head and then back down from her scalp to her toes. He did this twice and then raised an eyebrow, showing a haughty expression.

"You look beautiful and enticing in my shirt."

Ilyana took a deep breath and lowered her head. "Thank you."

"Make yourself look like this if I call you again," he said flatly. It was Darian Right's trademark style.

"Alright, Darian. I'll do that."

Darian nodded. "Stay there," he ordered, causing Ilyana to stop in her tracks as she was about to approach the bed again.

Darian pulled back the red blanket that covered half of his body gracefully. He stood up, seemingly unconcerned about his nudity. He exuded charisma. His body was so lean and muscular, hard and solid like a Greek god's sculpture. His muscles were lean and devoid of fat. His abdomen was perfectly sculpted, forming beautiful, athletic lines like a cardio player.

He walked with both arrogance and grace, a charming man with a cold aura from head to toe. Darian Right's thigh muscles made his legs look even more perfect. He walked lightly on the floor. Ilyana's inner goddess also acknowledged that the man in front of her was truly beautiful. Unfortunately, what he was doing was not as beautiful as his external appearance.

Taking several women for his own use? Perhaps this could still be accepted for a powerful figure like him, especially when compared to men who simply "did it" without any accountability. Mutual consent. Mutual need. It was perhaps common for the current situation.

But confining his women to the house and isolating them from the outside world? That was a truly strange and mysterious way of doing things. They were treated even more secretively than mere mistresses. Although Darian Right was a single man without ties, nobody knew his true intentions for keeping his women away from the outside world. One thing was certain, though; women who belonged to him had to obey. Otherwise, he wouldn't hesitate to punish them in his own way.

Ilyana was still lost in thought when she realized that the blue-eyed man was standing right in front of her.

He pushed Ilyana's hair back and then touched her smooth face with a tender look in his eyes. Ilyana remained silent. She knew she had to remain silent in moments like this.

Darian then raised his other hand and grasped Ilyana's wrist, which was holding her shirt to keep it from opening. He pulled her hand, guiding it to hang around his neck. Ilyana's front instantly became exposed. Ilyana's face turned crimson, but there was no time to be embarrassed because in one swift motion, Ilyana's body was lifted into Darian Right's embrace. He lifted Ilyana's body as if he were a groom lifting his bride.

"Where are we going? Do you want us to continue?" Ilyana asked with a dazed look, as if she were saying that she was already very tired.

Darian Right shook his head. "I won't make you faint. Relax, I just want to cleanse your beautiful body, Ilyana." His eyes looked at her with charisma. His magnetism always managed to draw Ilyana's gaze.

Ilyana fell silent, hypnotized once again by that gaze.

On one hand, Ilyana desperately wanted to break free from Darian Right. She wanted to go out and live a normal life like everyone else.

But on the other hand, as she looked into those eyes, those lonely blue eyes, something inside her wanted to stay... and accompany him.

TO BE CONTINUED